Hazbin Hotel Emily Fanart Novels & Stories

Tonight, that legacy was turning seventy. I looked across the tables set out with fresh flowers and gold-rimmed plates and spotted Emily, laughing at something Damian had just whispered in her ear. I smiled without thinking. She was wearing a pale blue dress that floated when she walked, and her dark hair was pinned loosely, a few curls falling in front of her face. It was strange how quickly I had warmed to her. But then again, Emily wasn’t like Maya. Emily didn’t slither through rooms. She didn’t cast shadows or build alliances with secrets. She was genuine, thoughtful, and, most of all, kind.

She strengthened her plans and devised a plan to free Tyler and expose Gerald's true nature to the Lycan community. Emily, plagued by uncertainty and desperate to uncover the truth behind Tyler's disappearance, had turned to her mother's guidance. In a sacred vampire ritual she underwent a few days ago, Emily had an otherworldly encounter with her deceased mother's spirit, who revealed Alpha Gerald's treacherous ploy.

The place had been abandoned, but not untouched. I found the bedroom last. The bed was stripped bare. Just a mattress and a single dent in the pillow, like someone had sat there recently. I froze. Then I saw the drawer. Second from the bottom, slightly ajar. I knelt and pulled it open. Papers. A flash drive. A picture. I picked up the photo with trembling fingers. Emily. But not like I remembered her. Not smiling. Not glowing. This Emily looked haunted. Eyes dark, mouth set. She was standing in this room, this room, with her hand resting on her stomach. Pregnant.

Nyah quietly reminded her, "The one speaking is the fifth young lady, and the one next to her is the fourth young lady." In no time, the fifth young Lady, Emily, had approached Emma. She wore a light blue short-sleeved gown with a delicate hairpin in her bun. She wore a gold necklace with a gemstone; her face was oval-shaped, with slightly slanted eyes and a small dot between her eyebrows. Her rosy cheeks complemented her bright smile, revealing her charming white teeth. She was genuinely endearing. Beside her was another female servant dressed in a light pink short-sleeved gown, with a face somewhat similar to Emily's but softer demeanor—she was the fourth young Lady, Erica.

Every time she almost left this life, Zack and his friends always appeared just in time to save her, only to continue the endless torture. Time passed, and Emily grew into a young girl with a face that still radiated natural beauty, even though her body was thin and covered in wounds that never fully healed. Her attractive appearance actually became a new threat to her. The gazes of Zack and his friends, which were once full of hatred, had now turned into looks that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, a wild lust hiding behind their grins.

Next to them, there was little book full of different recipes and cooking ideas, all done in atrocious and illegible handwriting, with a cartoon girl with wide, giant eyes on second to last page of the book. Emmet stared at it for a moment, turned his head to the side to the little, and wondered who the drawing was of. If he went by the uniform, he could reasonably say that it was Lila, but she really didn’t have the face that was in the drawing. Her hair wasn’t nearly as perfectly styled, or as curly and puffy, and she had quite clear acne scars running all the way down both sides of her face. The eyes were also far too happy to fit her. He flipped the page and then perfectly understood tha

After a short contemplation, she finally revealed, "Her name is Sky. Her eyes are green. Her hair is curly. She is a little shorter than me, but her energy is much higher. She is a very attractive girl. Her enthusiasm is always explosive." Prince narrowed his eyes at Emily. "You know what? You sound like you really admire her. Is she the reason you rejected Brandon?" "What?" Emily stared. "Are you a lesbian?" Emily's laughter burst out of her mouth. "Your revenge is cruel. No, of course I'm not a lesbian. I'm attracted to men. Did you forget? I like Cayden." "He could just be a fictional character you made up to cover up your secret." Emily shook her head in amusement. "No. Please stop think

"Bitch you are fucking hot, would surprise the shit out of me if you don't get laid tonight." Emi and I are building an absolute contrast. While I have long blond curly hair, blue eyes and obviously a knack for black clothes. Emily has short bright red hair, dark brown eyes and is currently wearing a silver mini dress. Besides she is about nearly a whole head smaller than me and spotless, while I am covered in quite a few tattoos and two piercings. One on my belly and a tongue piercing I usually hide fairly well. But tonight, I want to use it. "Ok, hot chick. I'd say it's time to blow hot Evans's mind or whatever you like, and have some fun. I can hear they are already busy up there", Emily

Ryder Conti. His body was bloated and unrecognizable, just as I had ordered. There would be no corpse to find. I deleted the photo without a flicker of emotion. Filth like that didn't deserve to exist in the same space as Emilia. The woman in my arms stirred. Emilia seemed to be having a nightmare. Her brow furrowed, and she snuggled deeper into my embrace, her hand clutching the collar of my pajamas. "Zayn..." she murmured my name in her sleep.

she whispered as she did this. Emily is the first child of Oscar Lee. Her mother is human, and sadly, Emily took after her. Much to Oscar Lee’s dismay, it was discovered when Emily was born that she is a human and has no wolf. Emily had never met her mother, Benita, and the last time she saw pictures of her was a long time ago when she was a kid. Suddenly, as the day passed, the number of pictures continued to diminish, and soon there was not a single one left.