Hazbin Hotel Villa Novels & Stories

“No interruptions. No work. No family drama. Just you and me for the next ten days, baby. I’m going to fuck you in every corner of this island until you can’t walk straight.” His filthy promise made my thighs clench instantly. I leaned back into him, feeling the hard outline of his cock already stirring against my ass through his linen pants. God, this man. The villa was pure decadence—a stunning cliffside masterpiece perched above the sea. White marble floors cooled my bare feet, floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered uninterrupted panoramic views of the endless blue ocean, and an infinity pool seemed to spill right into the horizon.

It would feel like coming home. The villa was up in the hills up a long steep track. It looked very isolated thought Millie, which as far as she was concerned was fine by her, the fewer people around the better. "Have you been here before?" She asked Gabriel. "Yes, we came last year, it belongs to a friend of ours," he leaned down to kiss her, as he gently worked his fingers down her top and into her bra searching for her warm nipple. "You'll meet her in a few weeks. Her name's Cassandra, and she works with Richie Howlett."

Even if the person has already died, as long as it hasn't been more than one minute, the pill can revive them. "Oh! That's incredible!" Ivy exclaimed excitedly. "Thank you." Her heartbeat quickened with excitement as she stared at the glowing description of the pill. In the apocalypse, something like this was practically a second life. "Anyways, Villa Ten belongs to me now. I should clear out the remaining treasures and head outside," Ivy muttered to herself. Without wasting another second, she climbed the stairs and pushed open one of the upstairs rooms. The moment she entered, her eyes landed on piles of luxurious items scattered across the bed and floor.

Neither did I. By the time we landed, I was throbbing, aching, counting the hours until I could sneak away and touch myself thinking about him. The villa is obscene. White stone, infinity pool spilling into turquoise ocean, six bedrooms, outdoor showers, a private beach no one else can access. My parents took the master on the ground floor. I got the smallest room upstairs—tiny, but with glass doors that open right onto a balcony overlooking the water. Marcus took the room next to mine. Of course he did.

Lily's face twisted with rage. She shrieked like a cornered hen. "Housekeeper? What the hell are you talking about? My mother is not a housekeeper! She won the lottery! She's a millionaire! This estate is hers!" Lucas let out a quiet snort. "Idiot." He turned to his legal team. "Secure the scene. Photograph all damaged property for evidence. Detain everyone here — no one leaves. Anyone who laid a hand on Ms. Wolfe is going to answer for it today."

All they knew was that their lovely daughter had eloped with the stranger. That was something that troubled them a lot because as custodians of the vampires, they were under obligation to make the princess dance to the royal drums. For only then was she supposed to shed her blood and mate with her prince charming of noble birth. However Dario had other plans behind the royal back. He neither took Zuba to the royal square nor to the king at the royal residence. He shrewdly took her to the village of his descent where most of the nobles that worked with him stayed. He acted on the advice of they that were with him.

I'd rather it been sooner than later. Alpha Evan slowed down as we neared a gated fence. The guard on duty stood to attention, almost as if he'd been waiting for us to arrive and hurriedly opened the doors. A cobblestone pathway lead to a circular driveway in front of which stood a larger than life Victorian style villa, painted an off white, giving it a royal look. The previous Alpha had definitely been loaded if this was their pack house. "Here we are," Alpha Evan muttered, giving me a sidelong glance.

Blue sky, white clouds, pristine beach, vast sea, flocks of seagulls, intoxicating scenery, everything was so beautiful that Jessica couldn't help but exclaim. "It's so beautiful!" "We're staying here for two days!" Mr. Marcus said. Henry pushed Jessica aside as Mr. Marcus started unloading their belongings into the villa. They didn't have much stuff, just their clothes, three laptops, and a few miscellaneous items. Mr. Marcus had already arranged for someone to clean the villa. It was clean, and utilities like water, electricity, gas, and internet were all working fine. They could move in as soon as their belongings arrived! The villa had two floors, with two master bedrooms on the second f

The villa in Zurich was not a home. It was a fortress of anonymity. High in the hills overlooking the lake, surrounded by electric fences and pine trees, it was a place where ghosts went to wait. Isabella Voss stood in the server room she had built in the basement. The air was cold, kept at a precise sixty degrees to protect the hardware. The only light came from the banks of servers humming against the far wall. She was older now. Seventy-two. Her hair was entirely silver, cut short and sharp. She moved slower, a slight limp favoring her left hip—a souvenir from a fall on a wet deck during her escape six years ago.