Hazbin Hotel Food Novels & Stories

I had just been discharged from the hospital when I got a message about a team dinner. My manager, Robert Spradlin, had specifically emphasized that attendance wasn't optional. When I arrived at the private room at the restaurant, I froze at the sight of the table full of spicy dishes, taken aback. Clutching my stomach, I tried to keep my tone calm. "Not many people in our department can handle spicy food, right?" Kristie Madison, busy taking selfies on her phone, rolled her eyes at my comment. "This is a celebration dinner. It's supposed to be bold and fiery for good luck."

“Don't take my kindness for granted. Move out at once when you find a place to stay. This isn't my house, so inappropriate for you to stay here” “I got it” Zayn threw his arms around her shoulders.“What are we going to have for dinner, sis?”. “Spaghetti Bolognese ”. “I like your spaghetti Bolognese the most”. Sitting on the carpet, Audrey is the chocolates Zayn brought for her from overseas with a look of satisfaction plastered on her face while listening to the conversation outside through the open bedroom door as she recalled Kelvin's response at the kindergarten's entrance on this day, her big eyes flickered again.

There was no accusation in it, only warmth. “We were just—” Elliot began. “—Grabbing food. I know.” Hazel finished for him, her smile widening. “Mind if I crash? I’m starving, and my meeting just got cancelled.” She directed the question at Yerin, not Elliot. Yerin blinked. “It’s a public restaurant.” “Great!” Hazel said, as if Yerin had issued a heartfelt invitation.

But not before Albert spares a simple glance to the room, checking that the bugs and cameras are all there and working. Satisfied with their work, they happily ate the night away at the cafeteria. Of course, the meal is still better than a store bought one or an instant meal. For that night, they were served with Ahi Tostada, Grilled Asparagus and Chocolate Lava Cake for desserts. The three happily chatted away as they ate and for safety and assurance purposes, Albert and Hestia accompanied Yulia back to her dorm room, and also as an excuse to recheck their gadgets if working well and safely hidden.

That was not how I had been raised. I was setting the dishes on the dining table when Haze appeared in the doorway, his hair still messy from sleep, his eyes lighting up immediately when he saw the food. “Lay Lay.” He came forward and looked at the pot with the expression of someone who had been surviving on takeout for too long. “You made pasta.” He paused. “This is actually Ian’s favourite food.” “Good morning, Haze,” I said, ignoring that information completely. “Sit down and let me serve you.”

Mia glanced through the menu. “I will go with a mild, less sugary dessert.” she said. “And you, Miss. Amber?” Kate asked after writing down their orders on her tabloid. “Fried chips and coffee.” I said and she left. “Seriously? Is that what you want to eat?” Isabella raised a brow. “Well, it’s not her fault. Early days in Chase bank have made her forget better meals.” Mia smirked, muttering the words as though she was a pope, I smirked.

Because of what happened, I wasn’t able to make the most of my stay here, and we’re heading back home tomorrow. We’re currently having dinner in one of the huts here, which is close to the beach. Chicken with creamed corn, Tortellini, Slow cooker shrimp boil, Creamy pesto chicken, and vegetable salad are served on our long table. There are also a few bottles of red wine on the side. “Hey, take it easy on the food. Don’t let them see that you’re starving,” Harold teased Albert, who was eating enthusiastically. “Exactly. It’s like you haven’t eaten for days, huh? Even though you practically finished all of our snacks earlier,” Damon teased further.

Hazi looked straight into Marian's eyes and she gradually had a question mark painted across her face as she heard Hazi mentioned the name of the guy she was talking about. "What did you say? I heard you saying the name 'Justin'?" Marian asked while raising her eyebrows towards her. Hazi put his hands over his front, saying that it should be forgotten what she heard from him. "Forget it. It just a slip of my mind," Hazi muttered and picked up the cardboard too. He pretended to search over while Marian got back on finding the bestseller meal of the restaurant. She picked up the homemade adobo and the chicken with the cream curry braised over a cup of rice and called out to the waiter.

Blaine added. "Thanks to our wife and soon to be wife," Zayn said, walking to the dining. Zayn pulled out a chair for me. I took a sit and thanked him. We started eating. We all talked for a while eating. They all love spicy crabs especially when they are in their parent's dinner and also Leche Flan as dessert. "Thank you for the yummy dinner and creamy Leche flan," Zayn said. I looked at him. "Indeed it is," Blaine said.

Far better to stay in an empty classroom, open the window wide, and wait for Hazel to appear. Hazel almost always came alone. Sitting in the same corner, opening her own lunch box. Her lunch menu was never boring. Miraculously, the midday breeze often kindly carried the aroma of the food across the wall and into Marco's nostrils. Sometimes, Hazel brought noodles with a soft-boiled egg, filled with bright green vegetables that usually made Marco wince. Other days, she brought sandwiches as thick as a history dictionary, piled high with grilled meat or crispy chicken. Other days, she would bring large slices of pizza. Once, Marco stared in horror and amazement as she unhesitatingly bit into a