Hell Hotel Cartoon Novels & Stories

Ash gray streaks on his cheeks to make them look sunken in. “How’d you like that last one?” he asked, gesturing over his shoulder at the darkened screen. His voice was honey over broken glass. “Horror Hotel? I stayed there once. Nice place when I got there, but by the time I left, everyone was dying to get out!”

After saying that, she looked at my dust-covered body and waved her hand in disgust. “Now get lost. Don’t dirty up our hotel entrance.” Nearby tourists were drawn to the scene. They gathered in small groups. “Some broke loser was trying to scam a free hotel room. and got himself thrown out. How embarrassing.” “Oh wow. I’ve seen so many of these people. They’re just lowlifes.” A wave of chatter went through the crowd. But after hearing the words “important client,” I immediately took out my phone and looked at the photo my subordinate had sent me.

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.

There was some furniture that had strange designs and intricate carvings with striking decorations. Beatrice said that the hotel was called TARTARUS. A word that means hell in Greek mythology. "Still no news." Beatrice walked slowly into the living room of the hotel room. She let out a long sigh, busy on her cell phone while enjoying a cup of hot chocolate provided by the hotel. Cheryl closed her eyes. She was feeling tired from all the craziness that happened today. "Go to sleep. I'll wait until Rafael picks up my phone." She waved a hand casually, "It seems Rafael knows that I'm planning to disturb him. That's why he doesn't answer my call."

then he chuckles. “Key-HUL?” I curiously ask. “Yes, that’s how they call that hotel, do you see that small hole on the rooftop? That serves as a keyhole, the main entrance to the building, a simpler one.” He explains in detail. “Hmm, not bad, quite catchy, I’m going to use it in my article, thanks, Jeff. So you haven’t answered my question, yet. Aren’t I more attractive?” I kid. He loses his laugh and passionately looks at me, “You are damn gorgeous, Ava. And these bruises are so damn worth it,” he convincingly utters.

Hotel Grand Everest, City of ChesterLand. A young man enters a five star hotel in the city of ChesterLand. He was Haven Clark, striding with a smile on the corner of his handsome face, carrying a box of bread as a gift for the third anniversary of his marriage to Alice Lee. "Excuse me, sir. Our hotel is a five-star hotel in the city of ChesterLand, and there is no garbage here." A hotel receptionist woman stopped him steps. Haven Clark smiled kindly. Even though he was offended by the woman's words, he realized that his situation mirrored that of a scavenger.

He couldn't even get that right. The only good thing right now is Goose found us another house. The dirty motel room was more than I could take. This place was available because it has no central air in this godforsaken desert heat. It has what's referred to as an evaporative cooling system. It circulates warm air while adding moisture in this damn over-abundant humidity. This wasteland is not the promised dry heat they brag about.

Grinjo's voice responded, the words cutting through the static of uncertainty. Feeling a surge of irritation at the imprecise description, I halted in my tracks, the hallway stretching out before me like an uncharted path. "Grinjo," I raised my tone, a hint of impatience creeping in, "what is the damn name of the hotel?" There was a brief pause, the suspense hanging in the air like a suspended breath. Grinjo's response, a mix of urgency and apologetic tone, reached my ears. "It's the Golden Tulip, Alpha Draxler."

“Harold, Wendy, and also Charlie, hey, long time no see!” Harold felt a fiery flame slowly burst inside his heart. He uttered swiftly, “Hey, Loreen, long time no see. You’ve become more beautiful now.” Charlie smiled politely and added, “Hi, it’s been a while.” Harold interjected, “Loreen, I specifically booked a suite at the best hotel in Aurous Hill knowing that you’re coming, to welcome you to our city. Come, let’s go.”

"Goodmorning ma'am" Amy waved at the young man with her husband in the office. Carl has been working with Jack on their latest project so he quiet frequents the house these days. "Hi Carl. Hope you are well". She replied while trying to keep her head high. She can only cower before Jack and not anyone else. "Oh yes I am well. Haven't seen you in months. I could swear you traveled out of the state". He giggled as he made the joke. Carl knew his boss would never let her travel or spend the night even with her family.