Hazbin Hotel Sir Pentious Novels & Stories

She paused, her eyes narrowing at him. "Do you lack trust in me, Bastian? Of course, I won't just kill them because they have been compromised." He smiled, "you were getting anxious, I needed to do something to get your attention back." She rolled her eyes and made to speak but suddenly paused and whirled around. At the same time, Sebastian vanished from his position and reappeared, standing protectively in front of her. Mistress Penelope rushed in, a sweating fearful mess. "Your honor, my lord," she fell to her knees at his feet, "the basement… the basement…"

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

~ 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.

Are you on speakerphone? "Wow, Drake! Your feelings for Keira are really intense. We thought it was just a short-lived infatuation!" Zandrei shouted. "You idiots! You're all making fun of me! Where are you?" "We're here at the Peninsula Hotel in Aizer's suite. Just come over, drinks are ready, we just need some snacks," Jayce replied with a smirk. "Snacks?" "Well, for all the drama in your life!" Aizer yelled, and then there was raucous laughter.

“Stupid girl ... You are forgetting about respect.” “Oh ... Sorry, sir.” She mumbled, staring at him as she remained unmoving in her seat; her expression seemingly blank. “Now, to answer the previous statement. I’m always ahead of my paperwork.” Darkous laughed, carefully picking up his pen as he scanned the many pages; waiting for the princess to reply. He mumbled to himself as he answered the requests that the people of hell sent, mostly denying them as he saw their requests as pointless and a waste of time. He chuckled slightly as he skimmed over another sheet of paper, a man from the capital city asking to portal jump because his wife had caught him cheating and had called a hit out on h

“They specifically target girls like Zennie who are well protected and rich. They use their naivety and kindness and have them wrapped around their hands. “He’s atrocious, but I still hope I can find him.” Seth licked his lips. “The doer has to undo what he’s done, after all.” “What?” Cordelia was surprised. “Isn’t Phil working at Hamerton Manor?” “Is he?” Seth frowned and said, after a moment of silence, “Cordelia, I checked the number. It’s not a local number in Centrolis… And I keep hearing Zennie repeat that he has left and won’t come back again.

“Get some rest, okay? And if you need anything—” “I know,” Gemini cut in, smiling. “Thanks, Pen.” With one last glance, Penelope disappeared into her room, leaving Gemini alone in the dimly lit hallway. She sighed, swiped her key card, and stepped inside. The moment Gemini stepped into her hotel room, the weight of the night settled over her. She sighed, dropping her purse on the velvet chair by the window. The city lights shimmered beyond the glass, casting faint reflections across the sleek floor. A soft murmur of laughter echoed from the hallway—Penelope and Benson, probably still teasing each other as they made their way to their rooms.

"I just want things to go back to how they were before. I want the three of us to live properly as a family. Honey, can we start over?" She had never called me honey before. All these years, she had always called me by my name. I did not know how to react. But in the end, I laughed. "Emily, you're really pathetic. If not for Leo, I would never want to see you again. How do you still have the nerve to talk about starting over?"

Maxine was already outside, giving instructions to a uniformed man to carry their belongings. “Where’s Papa?” Shareeza asked innocently. “Master Sebastian went with Pierre to the office. There’s an urgent matter there,” Helen explained. Shareeza didn’t ask further; the little girl simply followed wherever Helen and Thea led her. Not long after they entered the penthouse, lunch was already served on the table. Helen and Pierre’s trusted staff, assigned specifically to manage the penthouse, had prepared everything. Helen, Maxine, Shareeza, and Thea ate together in silence, as there was really nothing to talk about.

“You do?” Penelope cracked her neck and muttered, “Not exactly a friend. But he owes me.” Isolde raised an eyebrow. Penelope smirked. “Let’s just say he has a weakness for being handcuffed and humiliated.” “…You terrify me sometimes.” “You adore me.” They grinned but the tension returned like a shadow. Penelope handed her a burner phone. “Whatever happens next, don’t trust anything Dorian says from now on. If he’s gone inside, the Host has him. And if the Host has him…”