Novel & Cerita Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction Watching The Show Ao3

Jaxon’s POV I see it by accident, Johnson sends it without a message attached, just a link and I almost don’t open it because I’ve been ignoring everything lately… calls, messages, the group chat that has been flooding with messages since my suspension notice went out. But something about it being captionless makes me click on it and then I’m watching Hazel sitting on the edge of her bed in a hoodie, staring at the camera. I turn up the volume. “My name is Hazel and I run this blog….”

Anything to get my mind off tonight's event. We agreed on one drink but then turned to two, then three, and I lost count. Hours blurred past, and when I blinked, I was on a soft bed, and wet kisses trailed down my chest. I gasped as he swallowed my length, my breathing ragged. “Ah, please.” I found myself moaning. All I could see were the black vines and heavy muscles dancing above me as my entire body burnt. Lips touched mine; soft but a little reckless. A wet tongue slid into my mouth, fighting for dominance. I arched my body closer to feel more of the heat emanating from the body.

Hayden Steam curled around me like a fog as the water hit my skin, hot enough to sting but not enough to make me step away. I’d been in here too long, letting the spray drum against my back while my mind replayed what happened earlier. The sounds, the heat, the way our bodies moved in sync—Damn, it was insane. Every time I tried to shake the images out of my head, they came back sharper, clearer, like my brain was determined to remind me that it actually happened. A threesome. I’d done that. Me. Fuck!

AUTHOR POV Anthony, Damien’s father, was engrossed in his study room, surrounded by shelves filled with books and artefacts. The room exuded an air of mystery and knowledge. As he delved into his work, his phone suddenly vibrated, interrupting the silence. Curiosity piqued, he glanced at the caller ID and swiftly picked up the phone. "Hazel, is there a problem?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern. Hazel, a witch known for her extraordinary abilities to predict the future and see things beyond the ordinary, was on the other end of the line.

His voice trails off, his breathing evening out slowly. I swallow past the lump in my throat, smiling with tears in my eyes. Leave it to Azren to drop a bomb and snooze. I lower my gaze to try and catch a glimpse of his face, but his messy mop of hair makes that impossible. So I just keep running my fingers through his hair to soothe his pain. I reach for my phone from the nightstand, sliding it open and going straight to my notes app. Then I start typing the details for my next story. I've kept my readers waiting for too long. This time, I'll write about the unhinged Tribrid and his angel.

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Chapter 33: The beginning Epilogue Zoe “I hate lying to Lana,” I mutter in Azazel’s ear as we make our way up to our apartment after an entertaining night out with our friends. Azazel and I threw a party at Garden of Eden commemorating our new living arrangements and my mating mark.

Azure’s laughter resounded, cold and hollow. “Then they will burn with you.” Before I could respond, the vision changed. I see Aaron and a child, in a large hall, with ancient symbols lining the walls and a soft, unsettling glow. Aaron and Lyna stood in the middle of the room. With a look of both terror and resolve, Lyna grasped her stomach. Aaron stood next to her, his jaw tensed and his fists clenched. A throne of shadow and bone was in front of them. One of the dark-shrouded figures sitting on it was Azure again. However, he was focussing on the youngster this time rather than them. "The hybrid," he leaned forward and whispered. "A hybrid of a vampire and a wolf." A prophetic child. With

“Yeah, widow. Spill. Did the boss man finally get a taste of that fat pussy?” Sora’s world was spinning out of control. Melvin alive. Jack’s claim still burning between her thighs. George looking at her with raw need. And Justin’s cruelty hiding something darker. She had no idea that the real war was only just beginning.

"Shawn Shawn Shawn!" I am currently fangirling to Shawn Mendes. I love him so much and I’m not complaining by watching him on TV. "Hey.." Jayson pouted beside me and he sighed. We currently in my apartment chilling. He's been stressing about work lately so he wanted to spend time with me. As for me, I'm so tried doing my project making a miniature of my design. Baekhyun often go to the hospital to help Patricia recover and it's okay. I trust him. Now, we’re currently watching Shawn Mendes’ concert.