Hazbin Hotel Emily Fanart Novels & Stories

Helen, her friend, a beautiful lady with blonde hair framing her face, inquired, concern etched on her features. "I don't know, I feel like I'm going crazy. I can't even tell him how I feel, no!" she exclaimed, her frustration bubbling over. She slammed her hand on the cocktail table, making the glasses jump. The music pulsed around them, loud and insistent, making conversation a struggle.

Chapter sixteen: A new dawn Late summer sunshine gilded the facade of Montrose Hall as Isabelle Montrose stepped into the grand gallery annex, her breath catching at the sight before her. Rows of mahogany easels displayed her charcoal and watercolor drawings—renderings of flickering embers, twisting serpents, interlaced keys, and the silver blue flame she and Alexander had kindled in Saint Brigid’s crypt. Each piece was accompanied by a brief inscription in flowing Latin and English, celebrating the Ember Circle’s rebirth in truth.

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

Damien looked down at the old photograph again slowly while confusion settled heavily inside his chest. “How do you know her?” he murmured quietly. Rain tapped softly against the motel windows while the silence inside the room deepened around him. Nothing about this made sense anymore. Rafael had described Helena as dangerous. As brilliant. As someone connected to the experiments and the agency itself. So why did Emily carry her photograph inside her wallet like something precious? Damien lowered himself slowly onto the edge of the motel bed while continuing to stare at the picture. Emily looked happy in it. Safe.

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.

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