Hide Away Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Aman choked, and despite his beaten-up body, he wiggled, tapped, and tried punching Ezekiel, who tightened his hold. "Don't, Zeke. He's to lead us somewhere, so keep him alive." ~~~ "Please! No, no, no, please! I ask of you. My mistress is still inside. I need to find her!" Jiezel explains quickly, shouting while she tries to pass through the panicked crowd trying to reach Stan as the fire alarm goes off. Stan cursed under his breath and looked back. He pulled Jiezel to the side, squeezing her shoulders. "Look! It's dangerous here. We'll look for her, so find yourself someplace safe outside!"

I took this golden opportunity to move forward even though I had to stagger. Hide! I had to hide. I vaguely saw a large water drum near the wall. I immediately crouched behind it. If I could turn into a zombie, I wouldn't be out of breath like this. I tried to restrain myself from panting loudly. Haris was moving again and had reached my hiding place. I silently prayed that he wouldn't see me. He didn't see me. HE DIDN'T SEE ME.

“We need to hide.” “Where…?” His voice slurred, soft, lost. “Anywhere they won’t think to check.” Downhill lay an industrial zone—dark warehouses, silent streets, a maze of hiding places. I guided Adrian down the slope, muscles burning, lungs screaming. But fear kept me moving. At last, a row of abandoned storage units came into view. Rusted doors. Broken locks. Perfect. I pushed one open and pulled Adrian inside. The storage space was cold, dark, empty except for a few wooden crates.

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

I walk out into the Turkish heat and don't stop until I reach the sanctuary of the hotel bar. "Scotch," I command the bartender. "Make it double." The amber liquid burns, but it doesn't cauterize the wound. It’s been long hours since the hangar, but Timothy’s voice is a permanent resident in my skull. "Stay away from my family." It’s there when I shower, when I eat, when I try to sleep.

“Oh, then, where are you? Tell me, please. Do nothing stupid, Dani. I’ll come to get you.” I sighed, knowing my mom would involve the cops if I didn’t cooperate. “I’m at Hotel Belvedere Grand. Please, Mom, I don’t want to go home now. I can’t face anyone. I promise not to do anything stupid. Until Drake and Lara’s wedding, I want to hide here.” I just hoped Mom understood my need to hide from reality. “Come home, honey. I’ll hide you. No one will know you’re at home. Please, can you come home for my sake?”

I'm just praying God will keep us till then. ☆▪☆ "You are surrounded by The Special Weapon and Tactics, The BNI and the London Police Department. Do not try to make any wrong move. Just surrender" a loud voice is heard through a microphone, booming around the ware house where Veronica and I are kept hostage. She and I share a look between each other, a subtle nod saying all that we need to.# "What the hell is happening? I played a my cards right! So what is going on?" Adrian asks, assembling all his men.

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

A prized animal in a gilded zoo. My hand went to my pocket, my fingers closing around the hard edges of the satellite phone. This was it. My only lifeline. But I couldn’t use it here. They’d find it. They’d take it. They’d know. I needed to hide it. Somewhere they wouldn’t look. My eyes darted around the room. Behind a painting? Under a rug? Too obvious. The bathroom. I stumbled through the adjoining door into a marble-clad bathroom larger than my entire apartment. The fixtures were gold, the towels impossibly plush. I yanked open drawers and cabinets. Full of expensive, unused toiletries. No good.

Caught with my trousers down. ... like a complete fucking amateur... I believed I was safely hidden behind my fake ID. Now I'm going to have to change again. When the hotel discovers 'Harry Hughes' has an explosive lavatory, the police are bound to investigate. I'm still not far from the hotel. I need to get further away than this, but there's no point running at random. Somewhere to stay? To hide? To think... And I'm still faced with the obvious, and unpleasant, question.