Hazbin Hotel: Emily Fallen Novels & Stories

Zion nodded, “Yeah. Our spies had finally dug that Edward’s daughter’s name.” Damien gestured for him to go on while sipping the water. Zion then fished out a photograph from the left pocket of his denim jacket and extended it to him. Frowning, Damien looked at it only to choke on the water the moment his grey eyes fell on the familiar pair of blue hues. With the speed of lightning, he looked at Zion in shock who kept watching him with a straight face. “T-This?” “Yeah, she is Edward’s daughter. Emmaline Richard Dawson.”

Myka smelled the same as she did four years ago. “I always asked Malina to take showers while using this brand of jasmine-scented shower gels. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep with her otherwise,” Sirius whispered into her ear. “Emily is really similar to you. The moment I saw her, I knew I was done for. I was never able to hold back from approaching those who looked like you. “Emily is much more virtuous than you are. She’s only nineteen years old and was a virgin when I first slept with her. Do you know how I felt when I slept with her? The satisfaction made me feel as if I finally got the woman I wanted the most.

The climax was my father, the only family I had left, dying and leaving me behind all alone, but life, fucking life finally became absolutely shitty and pointless when I found out that the fucking one I dated, only dated me so that he could learn all my secrets and sell me off to the freaking bullies, that was the finally draw. It made me cut myself away from the world, and vow to never tolerate any shit from anyone ever again. Fast forward to the present and a brief introduction, I am Elias, the mysterious heartless dangerous guy that's immune to any emotion apart from anger and violence, and the mad depressed guy who cuts himself when he feels worthless, blah blah blah… In conclusion, I am

, “Ha ha very funny, so like you to leave me with a corpse” “Quit whining, I won’t take long, besides you were the one eager to spend time with the bitch”, “Ass”, Elijah cussed loudly, I smirked back at him, walking out of my room. Walking towards the server’s quarters, The number on the room key read 316, so I kept my eyes on the lookout, the server’s kept passing me a look that says they were not comfortable with me being here, I couldn’t blame them, it’s unnatural for the royal family to be found on the server’s quarters, I walked around a little more till I finally found the room, I opened it and entered, the room was small and dark, as expected of a server’s room, She didn’t have much b

Entry was easy. I was ready to tear down anyone who stood in my way. As I moved deeper inside, my heart beat violently. Red candles, they were lit everywhere. Emily sat on the couch, clutching a portrait. Her black gown was covered in ash. I lost my balance and hit my leg against a side table. The sound drew her attention. She snapped her head up, eyes swollen from crying. “Tell me this isn’t true,” I screamed. “Zayne is alive, right? Say something!”

I snapped, fisting my hands at my sides. Hasan slowly dropped his backpack and turned to face me. With a voice as calm as a cat, he said, “Think about it, Taty. Who stands to benefit the most from your downfall?” With an eye roll and growing annoyance, I clapped back, “Listen to yourself talk.” “The truth might be a bitter pill to swallow, but the connection is too real to ignore. No one has access to this house as much as Emily does. She was the first person you saw when you ran out of the bathroom.”

In the rearview mirror, I saw her chase after us before collapsing. Dustin hobbled out, trying to pull her back, and they struggled on the ground. Then, several zombies emerged from the shadows. Those were high-tier ones. Emilia screamed and fired, but her gun was empty of bullets.

Her palms were sweating, her heart thudding loud in her ears. "You’re finally awake," Zayn said without lifting his gaze. "Yes, sir..." She bit her lips in nervousness and said quietly ". I—I’m sorry". Zayn lifted his head slowly and looked directly at her. His face was unreadable, his dark eyes void of warmth. "Sorry for what exactly?" Zayn asked with no emotion. Emily bit her lip again. "For taking Lucien out of the mansion without your permission," she answered. Zayn only stared at her. No nod. No blink. Just cold silence.

“But Himmel is watching, and I think that I had better be resigned to its cause.” Kelvin watched in horror and Kallida smiled as Zahaynei kicked the man again, this time harder, propelling him slightly upward, and there was a great thud as his broken body fell against the base of the few large steps leading up to the platform upon which they stood. "Watch your mouth!" Zahaynei warned him. "I will not tolerate your pious ramblings." "Right," McFarland answered breathily. "My apologies." He struggled to lift himself with his arms, his side pressed hard against the lip of the bottom stair where he fell, and he quickly collapsed again into a motionless heap upon the floor.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.