Hazbin Hotel Hello Rosie 소설 & 이야기

Once I get to the door, I open it without checking and the moment I see the person, I unconsciously close the door at his face and breath out heavily before I open it again. He flashes me his Million dollar smile and greets. "Hello Hazel" I die five times in a second.

Rosie thinks the girl is a total fake; her smile makes Rosie roll her eyes. "Rosie this is Rhea, my friend and Rhea this is Rosie, my umm cousin haha." Ryan introduces them to eachother. Rosie wants to roll her eyes but she doesn’t, she just nods along and looks away at the tv. She already doesn’t like him with her; they come and sit on the large double sofa next to the single one Rosie is sitting on. Ryan passes her one of the pizza boxes and keeps one for them. He goes to Netflix and plays a horror movie. Rosie secretly rolls her eyes knowing too well, why he did that. She angrily starts stuffing her mouth with pizza. Rhea cuddles with him, from Rosie’s side it seems like she's sitting on

Black hair braided back, uniform crisp, lips painted just enough to look innocent. She smiled. Soft. Too soft. “I was looking for you,” she said. Her eyes flicked to me, then to Pearl. “Both of you, actually.” Pearl didn’t move. Apollo sat up beside her, alert. Watching Rosie like he wasn’t sure if she was human or not. Neither was I. I stood slowly. “What do you need?” Rosie tilted her head. “Nothing. Just… thought I’d say hi. It’s been a while.”

Well what do you know… It's Linda now, huh? “My God…” Belinda giggled, playfully slapping Henry on the chest. “You haven't changed much yourself.” She said, stepping closer. “At least give me a hug, will you?” Oh hell to the damned no. I stepped between them, just as she reached for Henry. “Hi, Mrs White.” I grinned. She blinked, stepping back a bit. “Uhh… hi?” “I'm Rosie. Rosie Alphonse,” I said, taking her hand in mine.

"Where have you been? Why didn't you come back to me? I've been searching for you." "I'm Rosie. You're calling me by my mother's name. My mother is Hazel." She corrected, guessing the resemblance between her and her dead mother was the reason for the mix-up. He scanned her from head to toe and peered at her face, pointing at her in disbelief. "You're Hazel's daughter?" He let out, amazed. Rosie nodded, confirming her full name, "Yes, sir. My name is Park Rosie." The man's curiosity was palpable as he asked, "Where's your mother?" His voice was laced with a longing that seemed to stretch back years. When Rosie cast her eyes downward, her expression turning somber, he sensed something was wron

What was it going to take to make him see reason? I wrap my arm around Rosie's shoulder as we round the corner of the house. She wanted to be in the backyard, in case Harvey had an epiphany. Suddenly Rosie halts, "Who is that?" she points, I follow her gesture to a female coming towards us in a royal blue robe. "She isn't part of the pack?" I asked. "No. She seems to be from another one," Rosie says. The female stops before us, "Hello," she dips her head slightly. "I'm sorry to disturb you, " she removes her hood, revealing her porcelain-like face, complimented by ink-black hair.

Hazel protested weakly and Rose let go of her instantly. "Sorry!! It's just been a long time since I've seen you." Rose said sheepishly rubbing her neck and her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "It's okay little one. Where is Daniel?" Hazel chuckled before asking as she looked around for him. "He is not home and oh Edna this is Hazel, Adriano's best childhood friend and Hazel she is-" " I know Edna, Adrinao's doll right?" Hazel cut Rose abruptly as Edna tilted her head to the side.

While the voice recording played, Todd said, “I only thought it's your voice that's beautiful, but now I see that the owner of the voice is a goddess. Your friend sent this recording to me which makes me think of you all day and night.” Her friend? Heidi frowned, feeling repulsed. As much as that recording confused her, it was undeniably her voice. “RoseHills Hotel, remember?” Todd covered the distance between them and tried to touch her. “Why don't we make this a reality? Everything you said about me in this voice note is true. I will make you feel so good, angel. Even better than your husband-”

Seeing the phone camera pointed at her, Rosie finally smiled. The music started again, and Rosie's concern was soon forgotten. Hendrix, however, looked out of place with his tall frame sitting awkwardly on the ride. But when they rotated to where Noelle was standing, he managed to flash a smile. With a click of the phone camera, the moment was captured. The ride ended soon after. This time, Hendrix kept Rosie well protected—neither her clothes nor her hair got wet. Before Noelle could offer her a sip of water, Rosie was already pulling her excitedly toward the next attraction.

The words dripped with mockery, and Rosealba’s glare sliced into her. Family reveal? Her brows furrowed. That didn’t make sense. Until it did. Her eyes flicked back slowly—drawn like a thread tightening around her chest—to Hazel, now standing alone, no longer in the shadow of Rocco. Just… still. Waiting and watching her with hate. Hazel tilted her head slightly, then smiled—eerily calm, disturbingly at ease. “Hello, sister,” she said softly. Her tone held no affection, only amusement. Then she smirked and said—