Hazbin Hotel Emily Fanart Novels & Stories

That tattoo was the beginning of Emily’s newfound hobby apart from her books, she had sketched some new designs in her sketch pad and had it in mind to get them done when she had enough money to spare for it. “Why? It’s pretty sick.” Bella was not planning on backing down from wearing this gown, she didn’t have any other gown that she fancied in her wardrobe right now, and she wasn’t on talking terms with her mother to demand a wardrobe change. She had been selling some illegal stuff of late to keep herself from starving to death, Emily didn’t know about this and she wasn’t planning on telling Emily anytime soon. “The thigh tattoo,” Emily said pointing at her leg, revealing a hakuna matata s

All heads turned to see who had arrived. Emily Walton walked in with an air of confidence and poise that immediately commanded attention. Her dark, chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, catching the light and shimmering with a natural sheen. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her striking features—a touch of smoky eyeshadow highlighting her piercing blue eyes, and a hint of blush enhancing her high cheekbones. Her lips, painted a deep, commanding red, curved into a polite but distant smile.

“Right now your aunt needs our help, and the longer we take to save her, the more dangerous things become. All I need is for you to tell me every–” She opened the door, staring at me with those cold looking eyes that felt like she was going to do worse than just killing me. “There were four of them, all dressed in black tuxedos. And a fifth, also in black, but he had a cane and a hat that barely covered his eyes. Aunt Emi asked me to hide in my room, but I heard every conversation they had that night. It seemed like she knew them, only that she didn't expect to see them in such weird appearance.” “The guy in hat, you didn't see his face, did you?” I asked, and she shook her head.

Emily exclaimed crouching down to my hight. "Nah..." I waved them off. Emily scoffed.Emily is super pretty... Her dark brown hair framed her face in waves, and her eyes glowed a light brown... When the sun hits them at the right angle they glow gold. Her body was right and in shape. If I were gay I would totally bang her... But I'm straight.Lacey turned around her contacts turning her eyes green...I think my new favorite color is green... Not just any green, but the color of Isaac's eyes…

She couldn't feel any connection to her at this point, and all Serenity felt was pitch black emptiness. It doesn't come across as a surprise that he choose someone like her. Emily had a light tan complexion with blonde hair and greyish blue doe like eyes and do not forget those long legs and lean body. She was an angel compared to Serenity. She had a pale complexion with boring hazel brown eyes, brown hair and oh not to forget a curvy figure which some people considered unflattering. Emily climbs on to the stage from the front of the crowd and places her hand in his and turns to flash a smile at the excited and happy pack members.

Zahir said with a scoff and Emil frowned. “By the way, where is Emily?” Zada asked curiously. “She started from her institute. She will be here any moment..” Emil said and true to his words, Emily walked in. She was wearing a black jeans, black t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Zada shot a teasing smile at Zahir and wiggled her eyes, pointing at his outfit and then at Emily’s. Zahir rolled his eyes realising that Zada was teasing him for their matching outfit.

She looked like someone about to die. Esen ran up to her and instantly transformed into a werewolf. Her body was covered in white hair, and her hazel blue eyes turned dark blue. She hit her claw on her neck with force, which killed Emily on the spot. The smell of blood filled the air. Emily’s head rolled over her shoulder, blood spilling onto her clothes. It was as if someone took a paintbrush and painted her from head to toe in red, black, and brown splatters.

She looks beautiful; her red hair is caught in a ponytail, and although her jeans are new, she has combined them with a dumb gray, orange, and brown sweater that makes her look eighty. And yet, she is still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Laura must have helped her do her makeup tonight. Her upper eyelids are lined with black, making her eyes pop with emotion. Even her cheeks look more pink. I'm...baffled. I've never seen her look this pretty before. "Ha, found it!" Emilie stands up and beams at me while holding up some bandaids I've never seen before—they must belong to Bailey. "Now, let's patch up your foot."

Gabriel stared at blood stains in his white shirt in amazement. Emily ! "Gabriel called while Emily was picking up her under wears that was scattered on the floor. "Yes?" , Emily said hidding behind a canvas, feeling insecure about her naked body. "I want to paint", Gabriel said nonchalantly but enough to take Emily by surprise. "What did you just say ?" Emily asked unsure of what she was hearing. Gabriel got out of bed, put a towel around his waist and walked over to Emily who was standing nervously. "I want to make you a model for my painting, but you have to be naked, like this, Gabriel said bluntly. Emily held her breath, she knew she shouldn't feel this way, she couldn't control her pou

Cheryl smiled “Why do you think I had my hair dyed brown, I’m not about to start looking fiery red in front of all those rich people” “You look beautiful either way” Cheryl admitted “Thank you Ems, and I’m so happy for you. I’m rooting for you so hard and I love you *** Later that night, after Cheryl had left; while the moon cast a soft ethereal glow upon the hotel room through the open windows as Emily prepared to retire for the night. She slipped into a luxurious silk pajamas, relishing the feel of the fabric against her skin. As she approached the nightstand, ready to dim the soft bedside lamp, a melodious chime echoes in the room. Startled, Emily’s gaze darted towards the phone, resting