Hazbin Hotel Emily Fanart Novels & Stories

Emilia raises her head to look at Liam who seemed to be as confused as she was if not more. “ It’s Hailey. She did this, I’m sure of it.” Emilia said as she made her way into the room. The king sized bed was covered with rose petals. The petals flowed to a door that seemed to be the door to the bathroom. Wanting to see what was behind the door, Emilia opened it. The huge bathtub was also filled with rose petals. Jesus! Emilia felt heat rise up to her face. Going back to the room, she saw that Liam was already putting the candles off. The room looked romantic, too romantic.

He gurgled sweetly, his tiny hand clutching my index finger, his mouth working rhythmically around the green pacifier I'd just slipped between his lips. His name was Liam. And despite how he came into this world, despite the confusion and bitterness that surrounded his birth, I had grown to love him. He had my dimples. Behind me, Emily stood at the dressing mirror, applying her makeup with practiced strokes. She wore a sleeveless pink dress that hugged her curves, paired with gold earrings and nude heels. Her hair was packed up neatly in a bun, and she looked as though she had stepped out of a fashion magazine. She turned to me and adjusted one of her earrings. "How do I look?"

she notes, stopping short. "What did you buy?" I ask, closing the laptop. "Spices. A blanket. Jewelry for Gianna. And this." She pulls out a small painting wrapped in brown paper. It’s a seascape...the water is impossibly blue, the brushstrokes loose and hurried. "How much?" I ask, my internal appraiser already devaluing the amateur work. "Does it matter?" She crosses her arms. "You overpaid. How much, Isabella?" A pause. "Twenty-two thousand euros."

A blur of energy tackled me in a tight hug, nearly knocking the air out of my lungs. “Geez, Em—” I grunted, but I hugged her back anyway. Emily. She was exactly the same. Bright-eyed, loud, and impossible to keep up with. Then, she spotted Haze. “Oh. My. God.” I braced myself. “You’re so cool,” Emily blurted out, eyes practically sparkling. Haze blinked. “Uh—” “I mean, look at you! The coat, the boots, the whole city girl aesthetic—I love it. You look like you walked right out of a fashion magazine.”

Ceres's POV I was curious. What could have possibly brought her to my den? Moments later, Emily stepped inside. She was pale, her lips drained of color, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. She looked like a ghost of herself. Emily resembled Luna Sonia—delicate, almost ethereal, the kind of beauty that made people instinctively want to protect her. But I knew better. That frail, innocent mask had fooled me once. Never again. Even now, she fought to keep her fear at bay, though I could smell it. It clung to her skin, sharp and bitter, mixing with the faintest trace of lavender perfume.

"And this one. Taken from a car across the street." "Someone was watching me," Emily breathed. "My whole life? Why? I was a nobody. I was the girl who couldn't shift." Ethan took the photos from her, spreading them out on the table. He picked up the envelope and held it up to the light. He ran his thumb over the texture of the paper. "This isn't standard stock," he muttered. "It’s vellum. Treated with silver nitrate." He looked at Emily, his face pale.

Translation: I looked pretty, but fat. The fundraiser pics. I looked hot. I felt hot. But of course, the first thing she zeroes in on is the nonexistent bloat in the photo. I resist the urge to throw my phone across the room and instead fork another bite of spinach into my mouth like a responsible adult who doesn’t crave violence. At least the dressing is good. Emily, it turns out, is less of an agent and more of a glorified babysitter. A babysitter with manicured claws and a talent for passive-aggressive comments.

It's not until James clears his throat that I realize I may have been staring at Enzi for a little too long. “Dara and Marc are wolves but Nathan is a muse and Emily is a vampire. I wasn't sure you knew that,” I tell Jayvon and Enzi. Would they still want to welcome a vampire? ” “She’s a vampire? But I saw her on the cameras. Usually, vamps don't show up in photos, mirrors, or video footage, or do they?” Jayvon questions. I’m pleased that he doesn’t sound upset or disappointed that Emily is not a wolf. It’s more like he’s confused.

"Really?" "Emily suggested it. Ask her." Emily, who was suddenly dragged into this: "…" When did she ever say anything about hosting a party? Ken practically cheered. "Emily, you’re a genius! From today on, I’m your biggest fan!" Daniel glared at him. "You’re that eager to meet girls?" "I spend every day with blueprints and computers; I have no chance to meet girls! Besides—" Ken said mysteriously, "Emily’s a makeup artist for celebrities! She’s in the entertainment industry! If she organizes a party, wouldn’t that mean…"

Hilton moaned as thick streams of cum filled his mouth, leaking from the corners of his lips and dripping down his chin. Ron stepped back, chest heaving. Emily giggled, gathering a creamy bead with her finger and pushing it into Hilton’s mouth. He swallowed obediently. Zoey came with a cry, legs trembling as pleasure washed over her. Hilton groaned and spilled himself across the pool deck, his cum covering Emily’s hand. She licked her fingers clean with a satisfied smile. “That,” Emily said, “might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Zoey couldn’t stop smiling. Neither could Hilton. And that was only the beginning.