Hazbin Hotel Villa Novels & Stories

“Thermal scan active. Two heat signatures inside the main villa, Vega and one secondary, likely Maya Ross. No armed guards detected, but the outer perimeter’s rigged with surveillance drones. Stay sharp.” Adrian nodded. “Copy that.” He glanced at Luna. “Stay behind me until we clear the entry.” Luna smirked faintly. “You do remember I’m the one who baited him, right?” “Yeah,” Adrian said, moving ahead, “and I’d like to keep it that way.” They advanced through the overgrown path leading to the villa. The building itself was modern, sleek, and sterile, too clean, too quiet. As they stepped inside, Luna’s voice echoed softly through the glass halls. “Vega always did like to hide his chaos behin

A week went by with zero news. No "chance" meetings, no texts. That silence actually started eating away at Hazel. Diego still had her lavender handkerchief, and it felt like an unpaid debt—a string still tying them together. Roman, with his terrifying efficiency, finally found an opening: a beachfront villa owned by one of Diego’s business associates who was out of town. It was quiet, private, and the perfect spot for an "unexpected encounter." Diego sent Hazel a short, vague text: [Diego: Villa Marin, 17 Pantai Karang Road. 8 PM. I’m returning what’s yours. Come alone.]

Heidi was crazier than Lucas, and she was going to show him the crazy side of her tonight! She marched out of the resort. Luckily, the yacht captain was still awake. The man took her across the sea, dropping her off in front of the Villa. Despite the thousands of questions in his eyes, he didn't utter a word but waited patiently for her underneath the dark sky. “Ms. Olsen, if you need help, call out to me. There are rumors that this Villa is haunted by ghosts.” The only haunted place was Heidi's mind. And the only ghost around was none other than Lucas Harrison.

I looked at him, and I waited for another image to pop on my screen, which it did. The image of the house popped again, and I said, “Hotel. Hazbin hotel. Goldsmith cash. Hazbin hotel.” He didn’t understand that I said then he was dumb. Too dumb to be a healer, he tapped furiously on the screen of his phone he was going to break it, and it was certain. He showed me an image of a big building with the name ‘Hazbin hotel.’ On it, I nodded with excitement, and he smiled too. We had finally come to an agreement, and it was so fulfilling.

He was in The City for business. I know she isn’t telling me everything. My gut tells me that Ava is hiding something from me. I let it go since the driver has pulled off the road. I can hear the crunch of gravel under the tyres and know we are already at the villa, Casa Hermosa. Which means beautiful house. And it is. This grand property with twenty bedrooms, all with bathrooms, a staff quarter in one wing, two dining rooms one for family and the other for entertaining is indeed the size of a castle. Marissa has chosen well. The guest house is to the left of the large property.

He would strive to educate them according to the principles of their faith. The villa, adorned with wooden ornaments and brown paint, was not particularly large. It had been Dave's hideout during his escape. A simple villa consisting of two bedrooms, a small kitchen, and a multifunctional room that served as a dining room, living room, and guest room. However, the villa offered a perfect view from its hilltop location. The balcony faced the open sea, and there was a warm-water pool beside it.

I gently shook her shoulder, shifting Jase easily to my shoulder. “Are we home?” Leila asked dreamily, smiling as she opened her eyes. But when she realized where we were, her smile quickly faded. At that moment, I vowed to make the rest of our honeymoon something that she would never forget. I wasn’t going to let a few rogue vampires ruin our time together. “We’re at the hotel, love.” She nodded sleepily and slid from the car behind me. As we walked into The Villas at Stonehaven, the most luxurious five-star hotel on the island, we were immediately greeted with opulence. The hotel manager greeted us at the door and personally escorted us to our private villa.

Zane stood there, watching me. “Ready?” he asked. I forced a small nod. “Yes.” His eyes softened—like he believed me. Good. He stepped aside for me to exit the room. My pulse pounded as I walked past him. I could feel his gaze on my back, warm and possessive. The hallway opened into a spacious living area with high ceilings, glass walls, and sunlight everywhere. The villa looked modern, expensive, like something from a travel magazine. It made my skin crawl. Zane walked beside me slowly, like we were touring our honeymoon home. “This villa was built for privacy,” he said, almost proudly. “Only one path leads in or out.”

A sleek black Maybach pulled up silently at the curb just as they stepped out. “I don’t think we should go back to the hotel,” Harrison said as the valet opened the car door. “Let’s go to my villa instead.” Carmilla blinked and turned to him, surprised. “Villa? When did you get a villa over here?” Harrison gave a quiet laugh, his features relaxing for the first time that evening. “I’m a businessman, remember? Always prepared.” Before she could respond, a flash of movement caught her eye. Her heart thudded.

However, Haley accurately caught the occasional glances Zac cast her way. His gaze held scrutiny, appraisal, and a hint of indiscernible complexity. Just before they parted ways, Zac, who had been mostly silent all evening, uttered his third sentence of the night to her, "There's a villa in the city center. I'll transfer it to you another day. Consider it a wedding gift." Haley looked up in surprise and quickly waved her hands, "No, no, that's too valuable." Zac gently tapped his pale finger against the frame of his glasses and murmured, "If you don't reside there, you can always rent it out for some cash."