Hazbin Hotel Christmas Novels & Stories

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

Aria had been allowed… ordered, really, to leave the vertical prison of The Obsidian and the isolation of the archives for the holiday week. "It looks bad if you spend Christmas alone in the city," Cassandra had texted, her tone as sharp as ever. "Come home. Bring presents. Don't be cheap." So Aria was back. Back in her old room in the north wing, where the walls felt like they were closing in. Back to walking on eggshells and holding her breath every time she heard footsteps in the hall. ______ It was Christmas Eve. The annual Hale Christmas Party was in full swing, a sea of silk and high-interest conversations. Two hundred guests filled the ballroom. The champagne was flowing, and a string

I could not quite understand if they were fully dead or partially dead. Jacob grabbed his chocolate box from the kitchen island and walked towards Serenity. They held hands, but before they could walk out of the kitchen, I stopped them. “Vampires don’t sleep at night, right?” My question seemed to cause everyone to twist their face in confusion. “Why’d you ask?” Jacob chuckled faintly. “Because I think we need your help. Zayn and I forgot about the Christmas party. It should be held in the backyard tomorrow but nothing is prepared. We were hoping to start working on it tonight with the help of the guards.”

"Even knowing what it'll cost?" "Even then." She kissed him softly. "Now, when do we tell him?" Nelson pulled out his calendar. "Thomas Garrett's corruption expose happens Tuesday. That'll already be chaos. We can't add our relationship to that fire. After Christmas, maybe? After the holiday tension passes?" "That's three weeks of hiding. Three weeks of lying to my father's face at family dinners." "I know. But if we tell him now, during the holidays, it ruins Christmas for everyone. And with the Garrett situation exploding—" Nelson stopped. "The timing is terrible no matter when we do it."

“Those stepbrothers won’t know what hit them.” “Shut up,” I mutter, but I’m smiling. We lock up and head out, the city air crisp with snow flurries. The café’s a short walk, a cozy spot with fairy lights and the smell of fresh coffee. We slide into a booth, and Jess orders a latte and a croissant sandwich. I go for black coffee and avocado toast, my stomach growling now that I’m awake. “So,” Jess says, leaning forward, “you gonna survive this Christmas thing? New stepdad, stepbrothers, your mom acting all lovey-dovey?”

"You shouldn't. Lana is absolutely fine, nothing is going to happen to her so stop worrying dear" "I hope so. When is her Christmas party coming up" "Its on the 25th by 12 noon" First lady Samantha said, giving her husband a gentle smile. "I'll have to double the security at the venue, I wouldn't want there to be any trouble" "There won't be any problem Freddie, you worry too much" "She's our only child Sam, I've got to protect her with everything I have" the President said, lightly tapping his fingers on the table.

SEBASTIAN. It’s the following evening and for the first time as far back as I remember, I am enjoying Christmas time. The blizzard has gotten worse, and that just sealed the fact that we are indeed spending Christmas here. I am not going to complain, spending night and day with Zaia and not once being told to get a hotel is the best gift I could ever be given. The kids have gone to bed, with Zion offering to tuck Xander in for Zaia. He’s a good kid and acts far more mature for his age than he is. I’m proud of him, and I can tell he takes good care of Zaia.

The sun was setting down and Blanche ended her briefing with Hent, she stretched her arms and finished the rest of her waffles before grabbing her cardigan and stepped out of the hotel. The big Christmas was the main attraction of the hotel lounge, no doubt, it was covered with fake snow and was surrounded by a sting barrier that they'd opened on Christmas eve. But Blanche couldn't care less, there wasn't anyone she could think of that would look at the Christmas tree together. "Seventy-two." Blanche turned her head to the source of the voice. A bulky man in a leather coat and a dark red scarf stood just before him.

They sat in silence for the remainder of the trip. When the car pulled up in front of The Cornhusker Hotel, the snow was coming down even harder. The building was decorated with red and gold ribbons and lights; one of the few reminders Cadence had seen that it was almost Christmas. She had to press thoughts of the most joyous time of the year out of her head, however, as the driver opened the door, waiting for Hannah to slide out.

**Pack Christmas** December 25, 2030 – Hot Springs, Arkansas** Christmas morning is slow and perfect. Smoked mici for breakfast, coffee strong enough to resurrect the dead, presents under the tree that Mom definitely overdid. Noah and Brittany stayed the night—crashed on the couch after too many stories and too much zacuscă. The Court fits into the house like they’ve always belonged. Then my phone rings. Louisiana area code. I step onto the porch, Remy right behind me.