Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

An evil smile danced on my face. "Hey look, Haze just walked in" Bianca nudged my elbow "I'm leaving" I stood up to leave but Haze spotted me and walked up to me. Haze was 2 years older than me, he was good-looking and quite charming, some of the girls here either wanted him or Warren or Kayden. Haze's signature look was his hairstyle, the base of it was black while the upper part was dyed Electric blue, he also had a slit on his left eyebrows.

Hazar I walked into Habbab's office with a mixture of resentment and regret. I knew he was devastated by the loss of Melek, just like I and my family, but Habbab was still my enemy, still, the man who humiliated my little girl. Still, I felt I had to make a gesture out of pure politeness toward the bond Habbab had with Melek, my own daughter. I found him slumped in his grief, his eyes reddened and his voice trembling.

²96910265372189171 Hey, this is Hazard. Would you mind if I want to meet you? You choose a specific date, time, and place. I'm available, anytime. Don't be bothered, please. I asked for your number from the Cafe's owner. Don't be mad at her, she declined but I was persuasive. I arched one of my brows, again. I see, it really was Hazard all along. The time frame doesn't match, though... Should I ask him? I don't think that's a good idea, we barely know each other.

My God, when Zivah is pissed, which she is half of the time, it's the end of the world. But Sebastian? He was a Ricci, one of the world's richest bachelors. He owned a series of 5 star hotels all around the world including the one Zivah was a receptionist at. Although I didn't know much about him because I stayed away from the celebrity section of news, I knew enough to know that he was a big flirt, had been engaged once and was someone most girls with brains should stay away from. "What did he do?" I asked, my curiosity at its peak now. Why would a stinky rich guy piss off a mere receptionist? How could he? The interaction would be zero to none.

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

A low growl was heard by Stella and the same was heard by Benjamin but both thought it was just their illusion. Stella ignored her inner voice and continued to talk to Lima. But then something strange happened frightening everyone. Tehran was once upon a time called Hamster the city where Princess Veronica ruled. It was past twelve in the night. The power was down and there were no street lights glowing. Benjamin and Stella were passing through the road of the mansion Princess Veronica had locked long years ago. The street was completely dark and dead silent but suddenly strange voices were heard from the mansion. "Come on release me. Come here.... please...." There was a desperate growling

she said opening her locker. He didn’t say anything. “I’m Daniella. I’m new here. Nice to meet you” she said turning to him. He still had his face in his lockers. “You are?” she asked. He closed his locker and turned to her. Black met brown and again she was sucked in again. It was so hot. It was just like Clara’s. War, destruction and fire. Much more fire reigning down from the sky and then again Clara crying over a lot of dead bodies and a young boy before her.

Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying? “I have no idea who you are or what you want,but I want you to leave me alone!” The girl took a step closer to her.“I was sent by someone who loves you very much,someone who wants you to know what you will be facing...I have done that now...More I cannot say or do.It's up to you now Beth,all up to you.”

he said while glaring at evil person who's still smirking at him. "Sure I'm your friend why would I do that" Zayden assured him but tristan got a feeling that he will do exactly opposite to the words he said just now. He can see that typical evil aura emitting from as Zayden didn't stop smirking at him. He prayed internally that Zayden could keep it a secret and especially from Ash who's presently hiding from him due to yesterday's incident. Hazel reached her apartment and slammed the open with rage as she couldn't even believe all the shit that had happened to her in a single freaking day. At first she thought the man who is chasing her is handsome when she looked at him.