Hazbin Hotel Food Novels & Stories

Harry tasted the shrimps, and he said unexpectedly, "Hazel, where did you get this food? It tastes amazing. Tell me, so I can add it in the app." "...I forget, I will check the phone after a while." Hazel really wanted to pull Joshua out of the room. It felt really uncomfortable to make up a story, and one lie usually leads to countless lies to cover it up. She was already thinking, if her father asked again later, how she should explain. "Dad, Mom, haven't you had dinner yet?" Hazel asked. If they hadn't eaten yet, she had to order more food. "We have eaten." Harry said, "I am looking at your food, though, and I can't help but want to have more."

"Well, with the authority I have as your king, I order you to sit and dine with us tonight." I felt my heart weaken and the urge to leave dropped right away. At this point, I had no choice but to turn back and join them in whatever they were celebrating. Hazel placed another wide tray on the table and began to dish out more food—very mouth-watering dishes. First, she brought out Honey Fire Lamb. It's a soft brown meat, covered with wild honey and green herbs. She carefully placed it on a black clay plate, allowing the rich and sweet smell to fill our nose.

We slathered sunscreen on ourselves while Krista took our drink orders. “Pina coladas,” Hazel told her. “For the adults. And soda pop for the kiddos. Sprite? And maybe some chicken fingers and fries? Is that okay, Trista? Do they like chicken fingers?” I smiled and nodded, grateful that Hazel was so thoughtful towards my kids. But just as Krista was about to leave, she turned around. “That’s him,” she said, pointing with her eyes to the cabana next to us. “Who?” we asked.

"I brought your food, Luna." Hazel's eyes were already fixed on the tray. She watched Piper set it down on the low table near the window, revealing plates piled high with food more food than she'd ever seen served to one person. Roasted meat, fresh bread, vegetables glistening with butter, a bowl of steaming soup, and pastries dusted with sugar. Her mouth watered. Her hands trembled with the effort of not lunging at it. "I thought you said you would pass my message to your Alpha," Hazel said, forcing her gaze away from the food. "I haven't seen him."

Halton dug his feet against the man's ribs, making him squirm like a rat. The man nodded and painstakingly stood up to limp away from Halton. "Aww, that's sooo scary!" Halton heard Jo's annoying ass voice behind him, she was holding a brown bag while feasting on an unfamiliar delicacy. "What are those?" Halton asked, pointing his eyes at the snack. "Calzone. It's pretty damn good mhmm~" Jordan hummed as she took another bite of the delicious folded pizza. Halton shook his head. "How can you bring souvenirs when we are on a mission?!" He asked.

"Don’t corrupt the moment. We have a child in bed." Mei tilted her head, blinking. Vincenzo raised a brow. Noel blushed, then cleared his throat. "I’m hungry." "Perfect," Vincenzo muttered, clearly not pleased at being interrupted by a toddler. Just then, Vincenzo’s men entered with military-like precision, setting the food across the hospital table and arranging utensils. Everything from stir-fried noodles to spicy fried chicken and tom yum goong lined the trays. Noel chuckled. "Did you buy the whole damn restaurant?"

Zac nodded without hesitation. "You don't even eat spicy food. Why did you reply so decisively?" She pouted and glanced at him. "I want to eat with you," Zac said with a smile before touching her white nose. There was nothing but infinite love in his eyes. In the lobster shop... Aside from the lobster, Hazel also ordered some light food for the man who didn't like eating spicy food. The moment the dishes arrived on their table, Hazel immediately picked up a lobster and began to enjoy it, spreading oil all

Remembering Hunji’s words Trust your gut, trust your wolf. Shortly after our food came out, my eyes were wide with greed when the loaded double bacon cheeseburger was placed in front of me. I looked at Tobias’ plate that held some kind of fish steak, fries, and some creamy-looking goo, then I looked at Hunji’s. His plate was piled with shrimp, muscles, and some green vegetation in a white sauce. It looked gross and slimy. I must have made a sound, as mid-bite Hunji looked up at me “What’s your problem?”

"Let me wine and dine you, ladies." Bev wrinkles her nose abjectly. "Ew! How about some burgers and fries, and steak? Some manly food joint!" Serge rolls his eyes and brings up his hands in defense. "Hey, not a problem, burgers and fries it is..just be mindful of whether Hazel wants to eat that stuff or not." "Oh it's fine so long as I can eat something halal, I'm good," I assure them earnestly. We begin walking towards the exit when a boyish voice obstructs us from behind. "Hey, Serge!"

The front door closed softly behind us, the click echoing off the marble foyer. Rhea immediately dropped the car keys into the ceramic bowl on the console, already halfway out of her jacket. Hazel kicked off her heels one by one toward the rack with sniper precision. “I’m ordering food before my metabolism files a complaint,” Hazel muttered, digging for her phone. “There’s a Lebanese place open till midnight. And pizza. And maybe sushi. And—” “—and we are not feeding a soccer team,” I cut in, peeling Poppy’s coat off before it could sweep the floor. “One small human, two New York humans, one me. That’s it.”