Hazbin Hotel Emily Fanart Novels & Stories

She sat down in the sitting room after showering to munch on her packages and watch the TV, but she was not interested in whatever was showing on her screen, so she picked up her phone to scroll through the net instead. “Oh! He posted another painting today,” she said with a broad smile as she marveled at the art on her screen. “Whoever this Umbra is, he is so gifted because how can one paint like this,” she added and liked the post before she checked the time and saw that it was past eight, but Emily was not yet back. “Where is she? Did she go to the club again?” she said to herself and dialed her number, only for her to come in

He handed her the cell phone and wiped her tears gently. “She has you deep in her claws” Zara scoffed and said in a mocking tone. “Go back to copying your status from g****e, little one!” Edmund replied like an annoyed big brother. “What is the password?” Emily asked while sobbing. “Lucy Arthur Hale, with LAH capital and no spacing in between” Edmund replied in a sweet voice while keeping the strand of her hair behind her ears. Emily felt her heart flutter by his mere touch. She wanted more of him but she can’t take big steps now. She was dying to kiss him.

Emily's POV; I don't know why i thought that this was a good idea. Maybe it was because I've never actually been in a relationship, and I've always wanted to try dating someone new. But then again, it had to be done, so here we are. I sat on my bed in my room, staring up at the ceiling. The lights were off but there was a soft blue glow from a small nightlight. It reminded me of something, but I couldn't exactly say what. There were posters of random bands and people, as well as some paintings. One was of a woman with long dark curly hair, wearing a red jacket with a white dress shirt underneath, along with jeans. She looked like she could be in her mid to late twenties or early thirties. An

dirty. I knocked on the door a few times and a sudden paddling sound came from inside. The door opened with a bang, making me flinch. A messed-up Emily stood in front of me. Her hair resembled a half-eaten haystack, the pajamas were riddled up on one side, all creased and crumpled. Her eyes were profusely red, staring at me widely, without even blinking. It gave me shivers in the warm morning. ABORT ASTRAEA!!!!!

Whilst Emily, she tucked the front hem of her white casual T-Shirt in her high-waisted, faded denim jeans in which she paired with her favorite cyan white Nike shoes, the color of white painted starting from the midsole to the outer sole. "To hell with your clothing preferences." Lucius hissed. "Curse your taste." Emily glared. "Lulu! You look handsome!" Victoria chimed in. "I rest my case." Emily stuck her tongue out at him and whirls around. She skips her way to the kitchen. She nears the counter where a cake stood, waiting. It was a black forest cake. White chocolate dressed the surface and instead of cherries, her mother placed Hershey's kisses on top.

said Emily in a casual tone. “No, he doesn’t” replied Eric with a sweet smile. “Oh yes, I hate you from the bottom of my heart” replied Hyun Bin nodding aggressively. Hyun Bin didn’t lie, he really hates Emily from the bottom of his heart, because he thinks she is trying to take the place of their real Queen.

It was breathtaking, had a similar design to mine with its chandelier and rich hardwood floor but instead of the cream walls I had and floor to ceiling window, this room had purple paint with floral wallpaper and a big window. Emily squealed, “Oh my goodness.” She jumped on the bed and rolled around. A knock sounded on the door, Emily called for the person to come in. Ethan walked in with Emily’s hospital bag, “How do you like your room?” I watched as Emily's face lit up with excitement. "I love it!" she exclaimed, bouncing on the bed. The purple walls and floral wallpaper were a perfect fit for her vibrant personality. Ethan smiled, setting down the hospital bag. "I'm glad you like it," he

She had breakfast with Emery in the garden. The boy seemed cheerful. Far too cheerful for a child who constantly said unsettling things. While Alika sipped her tea, Emery showed her his sketchbook. “I drew another picture.” Alika smiled. “Can I see it?” Emery nodded. But her smile slowly faded when she looked at the drawing. There were four figures. Herself. Ethan. Lazriel. And a small child. They stood in front of Blackwell Manor. But the mansion was burning.

Holding hands with little Casper, and then the likes of their parents… Emily looked so much like her mother, they had the same color of eyes. Emily had told me she was sold to clear off debts, she never said anything about her father being human or her brother being a hybrid. She never said she would cross over the border to her other family. From the pictures there I could tell that those two pictures in the frame were previously split as there was a tape between it, and an obvious crack in the middle too, it was torn to shreds and someone put them together. It must be Casper because no wolf in their sane mine would frame anything with silver, it was like putting poison in your drink and si

It was Emily, a woman whose presence in this unexpected encounter was enigmatic, to say the least. When Francisco's intense gaze fell upon Emily, he was met with an audacious smile and a flirtatious wink. "Did I interrupt you, babe?" Emily inquired, her voice dripping with innuendo. Emily, with her striking beauty and an allure that could captivate any soul, had long graced the pages of fashion magazines as a celebrated model. Her ebony eyes, raven-black hair, and alluring figure possessed the kind of allure that could captivate any man. Her beauty was both mesmerizing and provocative, leaving a trail of longing in its wake.