Hazbin Hotel Sir Pentious Heaven Novels & Stories

~ Anabella and Philippe stood by the glass wall, looking out into the city. They were on the uppermost floor of Pentalum, Vescovi’s headquarters. From there, they could see the towers of the other four buildings, each at the point of their pentagram. Anax, NexTeq, Vancor, Pentalum, and Salcom International marked the five corners of Pentorium. The door opened to the office, and Vescovi rushed in with his assistant following him. He looked surprised to see Philippe and Anabella waiting for him.

Burns spoke breaking me from my thoughts while pointing towards the main screen in front of us, men dressed in all black with masks over their faces creeped through one of the cleaners' doors and onto the main level. Perhaps this was also the fault of the hotel, they made breaking in with the tiny hints of information so easy, for whatever reason, cameras were never placed in the cleaner's hallway, they were asking for something like this to happen. “Half of the boys are hitting the normal rooms while the others are heading towards the penthouse suite.” Burn’s who still held an earpiece in his ear seeming to get all the information explains, this fact leading my heart to sink, even though I

After helping Hera out of the car and handing the valet our keys, we skipped the check-in process because I owned the penthouse at the top. I wouldn't let my wife stay in just any regular hotel room. "Mr. Morris. The penthouse is all set for you," Natasha, the hotel owner, greets us. "Thank you, Natasha." I lead Hera to the elevator. As soon as the doors close, I press her against the steel wall. "It's been too long since I've had this pussy just the way I like it." I hike up her dress and slide my fingers between her slick folds, her legs giving out as soon as I touch her clit.

"Please forgive this old man. I really need the black card. Can you give it to me? I will do anything... absolutely anything you want." Xander responded gently, “There’s no need for such desperation. These young ladies here,” he gestured towards us, “are very dear to me. She,” pointing to me, “would like to experience a stay in your penthouse for a week. She’s quite fond of your hotel. So, I am thinking of exchanging the card for a week's stay in the penthouse?” “Absolutely,” Mr. Bourbon agreed enthusiastically. “Young miss, our hotel is the finest in Paris. Everything will be complimentary. Forget a week, I’d be happy to offer you a full year’s stay if you’d like.”

"Silly girl, I won't go away. I will be here with you. Always, there will always be a dark shadow looming over you. But you have to believe in yourself and be happy. Just like I told you when you were a little girl." She opened her eyes looking at him. "You did things which no one human here has done. You survived something no one does. And you have stabbed yourself with a dark Thorne and saved someone's life. Be proud of that" She nodded rubbing her eyes and smiling. "I am papa. Promise me you will get better?" He shook his head once, "A king should not make false promises, now stop with the tears, I want you to go and eat a lot of food, your mother told me you don't eat much" She nodded.

“Not exactly jealous. She doesn’t deserve that, but shouldn’t you be honest with me? Do you know how hurt I was when another woman answered your phone?” “I know, I know, Emily, I’m sorry…” Emily wasn’t unreasonable; she was willing to give him a chance to explain. “Mr. Satan, how should I address you in the future? Vincent or Simon?” “Which identity do you like?” “Neither,” Emily said, “I only like Mr. Satan in room 2307 at the Hilton.” Mr. Satan chuckled, “Then continue calling me Mr. Satan if you like it.” Emily’s voice held a hint of grievance, “Why does Penelope know you’re Simon? I only found out recently…”

I got back into the car and drove to the Black Penthouse. As I arrived, I stepped out of the car and headed inside. Upon entering the penthouse, I was greeted by two distinct auras: the cold, dangerous aura of my boss, Sir Drake, and the lovely, friendly aura of Daisy. They were both seated on the couch. Sir Drake was engrossed in his phone, while Miss Daisy seemed to be watching a show. However, to me, it appeared as though the show was watching her, as she seemed completely zoned out, disconnected from her surroundings.

How much is this service? I quickly check my pockets and purse. Anxiety creeps in. I'm low on cash, and the last thing I need is some overpriced room service or extra perks. All I need is a bed for the night… until I'm out of this country. The elevator dings at the top floor and the doors slide open to reveal… the penthouse. Okay, now I'm panicking. My heart starts pounding as I follow the young man out of the elevator. He leads me down the hall, and my mind races fast. When we reach a door, he slides an access card through the lock, opens it and gestures me inside.

But she did not deny that walls still had ears and doors still had eyes in this place, so she still used her skills to protect her friends by helping to control the rumors and gossip that spread. "I don't think they'll be sleeping together," Heinrich said, finishing the last sip of his wine. "Given the nature of His Highness Zaha Serpentes and your friend Arai, the chances of them making love tonight are less than the chances of the two of us making love right now. They are very shy." Penelope choked on her wine. COUGH! COUGH! "—ugh! A-a-what... what did you just say...?" asked Penelope.

He replied, “Yes.” I felt Antonio’s warm breath at the side of my neck as he leaned closer and said, “Let my little whôre know, don’t keep her in suspense.” Ephraim’s eyes came to me and he looked at me like I was an impertinent kid who couldn’t help but get in trouble. And for a moment I felt like it. He said, “He was back at the hotel. In the penthouse. Probably sleeping or sitting in the dark and—"