Novel & Cerita Hazbin Hotel Heights

What would you do if the man you love so deeply isn’t the man you think he is? What would you do if you found out that he is exactly what you fear the most? What would you do if you turned out to be what he despises the most? The moment Thea Walker saw Damiano Riccardo Chiaramonte, she fell deeply, madly, and truly in love with him. Damiano is everything she ever dreamed of in a man: drop-dead gorgeous, funny, intelligent, mysterious. But he is also the owner of the hotel where she works. So, there can never be anything romantic between them. Or at least she thought so. A dance under the moonlight, a devouring kiss, and their fairytale begins… Some time after, Thea discovers his awful secret life and her dreams of a happy-ever-after crumble into dust at the realization that he is what she hates the most, and her own family is Chiaramonte's greatest enemy… Brokenhearted, Thea decides to disappear, never to be found again. After all, she knows extremely well how to become a ghost. Still, love creates strong bonds, so after several months, Damiano finds her. And he is there not only for her, but also to claim Lorenzo, his son, the little boy Thea carried in secret and has sworn to protect! He leaves her no choice: to stay with her child, she must travel with him to the beautiful and mysterious Sicily and become Damiano’s bride. Still… What kind of marriage can they have when it’s based on secrets, hate, but also a heat too much to bear?

On the night of their three-year anniversary, Anita finds her boyfriend cheating on her with another woman. Feeling heartbroken, she drowns her sorrows in a reckless night of passion with a mysterious stranger. The next morning, she wakes up to an insane offer from him, marriage. When she loses her job and her mother is in need of surgery, Anita, desperate and with nowhere to turn, signs the contract. Only to discover after that her new husband is none other than her ex-boyfriend's uncle. Anita quickly finds herself caught in a web of family drama with a marriage that was never meant to be real. But secrets have a way of surfacing. And when Anita’s past collides with her present, the once quiet life she had is about to erupt in flames. ~ “You weren’t acting like that when you were moaning my name in that hotel room” Heat shot through my body at his teasing remark. I gulped, trying to stay strong. “That was a mistake and you know it” Nathan chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Was it? Because I remember you clinging onto me… begging me not to stop” “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I whispered, almost breathless as he trailed his fingers down to my jaw, tilting my face upwards. “What I enjoy is knowing that no matter how much you try to fight it, your body remembers me” The last words were a whisper against the skin of my neck. My breath caught in my throat. “My mother is in the next room” Nathan smirked. “Then you better keep quiet.”

On the night Keyla Tamara was supposed to marry Adrian Churchill, she found him with another woman. Broken, furious, and trapped inside a hotel controlled by his powerful family, Keyla ran before the Churchills could turn her into the scandal. Then she entered the wrong suite. Inside was Draxler Roman Churchill, Adrian’s ruthless older brother, the man everyone feared, and the one person Keyla should never have touched. One forbidden night was supposed to be revenge. By morning, she disappeared with his black cufflink in her hand and left only a torn piece of her wedding veil behind. Five years later, Keyla returns for a funeral with a little boy beside her. Leon Tamara is quiet, cold-eyed, and too observant for a child. He does not trust strangers. He does not like rich men. And when Draxler sees him, the truth hits harder than any confession. Leo is his son. Now Adrian wants Keyla destroyed. Vivienne wants to bury the past before it exposes her. Eleanor Churchill wants the hidden heir under her control, and Draxler wants the family he never knew he had already lost. But Keyla is no longer the humiliated bride who ran. She is a mother who built a life from the wreckage they left behind. She survived without the Churchill name, without their money, and without Draxler’s protection. So if Draxler wants a place beside her and Leo, he cannot demand it as a father, buy it as a billionaire, or claim it as a Churchill. He has to earn it.

After writing an essay about the future I wanted, I made a desperate appeal to my parents, just as Aaron Wade was likely doing in the hall of a business his family owned. The appeal lasted two days. Our demand was simple: annul the engagement between us. Others might have found this confusing, but I knew exactly why it mattered. In my previous life, I married Aaron and gave him everything. I devoted my career to him and stood at the peak of his business empire. He repaid me by forcing me to take the fall for Rebecca, a so-called heiress. I was arrested and sent to prison. "Had you not forced us into an engagement the moment you got into Iale University, I would have ended up with her instead," he sneered. "You owe her this, Bernadette. It's time you paid up." Even my own parents joined in. "You robbed Becky of what she deserves. Think of this as your divine retribution!" They had supported the engagement back then. Rage overwhelmed me and triggered a cardiac arrest. I died on the spot. While my body lay cold in the morgue, Aaron and Rebecca held a lavish wedding at a five-star hotel to celebrate their union. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I had written about the future I wanted. Now I knew what that future looked like. It had none of these people in it. This time, I would live for myself.

Five years ago, I was his life and I thought we would be the end game until Rosalin, his new assistant, seeped into our life. It began with urgent late night meetings. Our dinner conversations, once filled with shared secrets and soft laughter, were replaced by the rhythmic tapping of his thumbs against his phone. He stopped looking at me across the table, his gaze permanently fixed on the glowing screen as he replied to her "emergency" texts. When I’d walk into his office, the air would turn brittle. He’d stop talking mid-sentence, Rosalin leaning over his shoulder with a look that wasn't professional. But the breaking point was when he left me waiting for six hours on our anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday. “We got occupied with something, Victoria.” He said, “Rosaline has brought cake for you. It was her birthday as well.” Just then a notification came into my phone. It was Rosaline’s post. She had posted a picture minutes before entering the gala. She was sitting in a seven-star hotel, the one I asked Jayden to book for our Anniversary but he refused after saying it was full. She had been cutting her birthday cake surrounded by red candles’ flames and a pair of hands had cupped hers. Jayden’s hands. He had ghosted our Anniversary Gala to celebrate Rosaline’s birthday! That was when I realised, I had no future with this man. I will disappear from his world, taking his child with me.

 “Are you sure Ella?” I asked and when she nodded in approval, half scared and anticipating, I slammed my full length into her in one full thrust. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the sudden intrusion and she held onto me for dear life, whimpering and moaning loudly without a care in the world and I loved it. I loved the way her lips called my name in pleasure, not knowing whether to beg me to stop or continue.  I was going crazy. This stranger was driving me crazy. I could feel her clench her insides at the sudden intrusion and it took me all the self control I could muster from my whole ancestors to not release in a single thrust. “Fuck Ella… you're doing so good… I whispered raggedly in her ears as her whimpers filled my senses.  I started slow but with each thrust deeper and harder than the last and when it looked like she couldn't take it anymore, I increased my pace and thrust faster, earning louder and faster moans from her. I didn't know what I enjoyed more. Her ecstatic whimpers or actually fucking her senses away. ************************************************************ Elara and Dylan, two complete strangers, mischievously ended up in the same hotel room and they shared a night of hot passion after their drinks got spiked. Unknown to the both of them, powerful forces are working to unite the both of them for a greater and more sinister motive.

“Are you going to kill me?” Shawn whispered. Owen’s fingers slid up his throat, squeezing lightly as he backed him against the wall. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t still be talking.” Shawn swallowed hard. “Then what do you want?” His mouth curved, giving him that dangerous rugged smile. “I’m deciding.” *** That morning, Shawn only wanted to finish his shift, collect his pay, and get back to the real problems waiting for him outside the hotel: tuition he couldn’t afford, a mother dying in a hospital bed, and a younger sister who still believed he could fix everything. Then he walked into the wrong suite. There was blood on white sheets. Fangs buried deep in a dying man’s throat. Crimson eyes meeting his across the room. The creature should have killed him. But no, it didn't. It let him run. Now it’s everywhere. In his dreams, his space and in his thoughts. Watching him. Waiting… And just when he thinks the nightmare can’t follow him into daylight, he learns. The vampire has a name. Owen Rothwell de Valemont, as old as history. And he’s Shawn’s new boss. Owen doesn’t chase him. He doesn’t threaten. He simply moves closer, adjusting the world around Shawn until escape becomes impossible. And Shawn, fear should drive him away. Instead it turns into something darker. Something harder to resist.

She was ready to differentiate into Alpha the next second in the hotel, but her intentions were thwarted by the unexpected arrival of A+ Alpha... Under a strong influx of cedar-scented pheromones, Letitia ultimately differentiated into Omega. "Ahhhhh...... no!" Letitia was alarmed, kicking and punching wildly with both hands and feet, but in front of the A+ class alpha, it was like an unreasonable child. Samuel, the CEO of the Ruiz family, grimaced helplessly. His long legs pressed her flailing legs, then he pulled the belt off his robe and tied her hands firmly to the post at the head of the bed. The aphrodisiac had taken over his will and there was only one thought left in his mind: to possess her......Letitia's voice rose abruptly and she struggled with unprecedented panic . Her tender omega cavity was only just awakening when an unexpected visitor knocked on the door. "No! Not there, Samuel!" She looked at Samuel with pleading red eyes as tears fell from her eyes. Samuel smiled and released his pheromones to gently soothe the frightened rabbit beneath him. It's okay, you'll be mine forever. They were knotted... After one-night stand, Letitia thinks he doesn't remember anything and runs away. But when she found out she was pregnant with his child, he told her that they were a couple forced to be matched well under the state matching mechanism and were destined to marry. She reluctantly agreed to his proposal of marriage. But she never tells him whose child she is carrying... On their wedding night, Samuel thoughtfully tucked the corners of her covers in for her, then leaned down to listen and heard her dreaming. "I don't ...... want to ...... marry him." Samuel's smile froze at the corners of his mouth. He never just wanted to mark her...

Aurelio Bertram, 24, a dangerously handsome billionaire with a legacy drenched in power and shadows. Grandson of a notorious mob boss. Son of one of the city’s most respected businessmen. Aurelio was a perfect storm—charming, ruthless, and reckless. But at the moment, he was temporarily nothing. Until he fulfilled their one condition. Just as he was plotting revenge on a childhood rival and preparing to attend one of the biggest underground events of the year, the unexpected hit—his family wouldn’t grant him the reins to their empire unless he produced an heir. Easy enough, right? After all, Aurelio Bertram was known in his circle as the king of flings—a man who could charm a woman in seconds and leave her breathless. Getting someone pregnant? A walk in the park. Except… it wasn’t. Weeks turned into months. Not one woman came back with a positive test. Not a single one. Until Erica James. A simple, middle-class hotel waitress with curves that could stop time and a heart hardened by abandonment. Her parents had written her off in high school, convinced she’d never amount to anything. But Erica didn’t need their approval. One night. That’s all it took. Aurelio never expected it. Neither did she. And when the test turned positive, Erica wanted nothing more than to disappear—run far away from the shame, the chaos, and the power that surrounded Aurelio Bertram. But how do you run from a man who owns the city? From the father of your unborn child? From a man who refuses to let go? "Even in the woods, I’d find you, babycakes," Aurelio whispered into her ear, his voice low and possessive. "From now on, you belong to me. You, and everything that has to do with my baby."

HER RETURN Mission find daddy for mummy Diana D. Blurb. Have you ever been disappointed by the one whom you put all your trust in, micah jewel is a first-hand witness to betrayal. Micah Jewel thought she had it all—a three-year relationship with her charming boyfriend Nathaniel, a close-knit bond with her younger sister Colette, and dreams of building a future filled with love and stability. But one fateful afternoon shatters that illusion. Micah eventually discovers a secret that cuts deeper than any blade: her sister and boyfriend have been in a hidden relationship. The betrayal is public, humiliating, and complete. Her confrontation with them leaves her emotionally wrecked. Betrayed by her three years boyfriend, also by her sister who was having a secret relationship with her boyfriend, in just one day micah's world came crashing down to her feets as her relationship of three years ended with nothing to show fort. That night, lost and disoriented, she wanders into a bar. There, she meets a man—Nicholas He's quiet, mysterious, and offers no judgment. Both emotionally raw, they share a few drinks and end up in a hotel room. It’s not romance—it’s an escape, a blur of comfort and chaos. In the morning, she left, No name, no contact. Just a memory that won’t fade. Months later, micah left California to Australia pregnant with the baby of an unknown stranger, not just one but two. Three years later, micah comes back but not as Bianca sia, but this time, as Bianca Sia, She's back for just one reason " Revenge," but the kids want something else "daddy". " Are you sure Daddy is here?" "Yes, I overheard mum's conversation with Aunty," "Then, let's find daddy for mummy," Don't miss out!