Hazbin Hotel Masquerade Novels & Stories

And I still didn’t know if I wanted to run from it—or run straight into it. Rachel nudged me with her elbow as I wiped down the camera lenses. “Hey. Let’s go to Masquerade tonight.” I blinked. “What?” “You heard me. Club night. Girls, guys, masks, secrets. Let’s gooo.” Adam looked up from the candy jar. “What’s Masquerade?” Rachel grinned wickedly. “Only the hottest underground club in the city. Masked entry only. Total anonymity. You can dance with a stranger and never know their name.”

" Really?" " Yes! Just call me Jasmin, that's my code name but if you want to see our faces you can't. Each of my colleagues here has a code name too. And our chief was Sapphire. So far you haven't seen her here. She is on vacation now. We wear a mask or face mask because that is the only barrier to covering our personalities. Oh, are you now happy because I already answered your questions?" He laughed again. "Really?" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Very superficial reason. Let me out of here. I'm getting bored here."

It looks like the two family’s crests of the Monteccos and Capolettis have been unified to create a new badass design. I’m still admiring it as him clearing his throat catches my attention. “And for the financing, we already have a valuable partner, who was more than generous to us as he heard our plan.” I look up at him agape, a small gasp falling from my lips. “Golden Point.” I whisper and a sly grin stretches on his lips. “There is nothing sweeter than a revenge-dish served cold.” Not able to hold the laughter from bubbling out, I let it out while shaking my head. “You asked the CEO of the financing group that holds the annual masquerade party we weren’t supposed to go to? The archenemies

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

Angelic spent his whole life pretending to love her. I reach over and open the glove box, pulling out two masks. Today we will celebrate the birthday of an old acquaintance of mine at an elegant masquerade ball. And I have to admit, a casino-themed party ups the ante. I hand the silver mask to Angelic. On normal days, she's pretty. Today, she is committing a crime against the social order. The blonde hair is piled on top of her head, exposing the half-million dollar jewel around her neck. And when Angelic places the mask over her delicate face, bringing mystery to eyes usually so pure, I feel like I've never seen anything more alluring.

Hardin turned to face me, his eyes glinting with mischief as he revealed a black lace masquerade mask from his pocket. "Watch and see," he said as he put on his mask, he brought out his hand and gestured for me to hold on to it, As we moved through the crowd, a sea of extravagant costumes and elaborate masks surrounded me. Each person exuded an aura of secrecy, their true identities hidden behind their disguises. It was both enchanting and terrifying, like being trapped in a labyrinth of illusions. Just then a masked man who I think is the host appeared in front of the crowd holding a mic, this time me and Hardin were sitting in a corner which gave a clear view of everything going on in the

May voiced out, her real intentions revealed and she smiled victoriously while keeping an innocent face so her father won't find anything off. “That's a right decision, I'm gonna speak with him," he supported as he head down the hall, going towards Lucien Who doesn't know Lucien, a handicapped masked mysterious man, his ABO identity is unknown as well as his face, one couldn't guess how many years he is neither do people know anything about him, “Lucien Von Nightshade. “Just like that you are sold off, I pray you find happiness in your new home so as your mad mother," May provoked, her expression and attitude nasty and arrogant.

He stood under the warm headlights, and the smile on his face was meaningful. There might be a good show that night. After Hansen left, Sergio changed his clothes and put on his mask before entering the masquerade.

I twisted my hair into a loose updo, dabbed red lipstick on my lips, and waited by the window, watching snowflakes dust the street. His SUV pulled up right on time, engine purring like a predator. Vic leaned over to open the door, eyes raking me from head to toe. “Damn, Selena. You'll have them popping cocks early.” He said, handing me a mask, it was a black lace, Venetian style, covering half my face. “The theme is masquerade. Keep it anonymous.” I tied it on, the anonymity sending an illicit thrill up my spine.

she said, her eyes doing a slow, appreciative rake down my body. "You look... impossible," I managed. She smiled, a real one that reached her eyes. "Let's go be impossible together." The Kappa Sig house was a massive, colonial-style mansion pulsing with bass and colored lights. The "Midnight Masquerade" theme had spawned a sea of tuxedos, glittering dresses, and elaborate masks. The air was thick with cologne, perfume, and the promise of immorality. A bored-looking frat brother at the door collected ten bucks from me and waved Daisy in for free with a wink.