Hide Away Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

He opened the wardrobe belonging to Hana and Kyunghee who was in the corner of the room to hide, but when he was about to step into the closet, Hana immediately held him and closed the closet slowly. "No, not there. Kyunghee will definitely open that closet to get his pajamas.” Hana warned with an equally panicked face. Haekyo then seemed to be walking to and fro like a fool. Even though he wasn't really panicking, it's just that if his disguise was exposed now, then his plan would be a bit of a hitch. "Whe where should I hide?" Haekyo asked still with a confused face that looks stupid. "Ttt toilet toilet, I'll hide over there." Haekyo said while walking towards the toilet. But, once again H

"Put your things in the car. We'll be leaving in a couple of minutes," said Dan to Lesley and Kieran, who had just finished packing their few clothes. 7th Hideout has been compromised. MNA knows this place now, so they are no longer safe here. They are instructed to evacuate to the Main Hideout, where the mastermind behind the Crimson Clan is, Kieran's older sister, Catharina Kingsley. "We're ready. We don't have much stuff. It's just clothes," Lesley answered Dan, standing at the door.

I don't what happened but I found myself in an unfamiliar room lying on a soft mattress with my clothes on. I felt relieved when I saw that I am not naked. I reached for my things on the side table and slowly get off the bed and started walking towards the door. I slowly open the door and then quietly stepped out of the room. I am careful not to make any sounds and when I reached the living room I saw Steven sitting on his couch while his eyes are fixated on his TV so I immediately hide on the wall. I can hear my heart beating loudly against my chest. "I'm on it, Anna. Yes, I will send you the vid. Come on man it's no fun having sex with a woman completely knocked out," my body went cold whe

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!"

But that does not mean it is not there. Caleb is good at hiding, and he hid Luca from me for months. He hid the kidnapping, the ransom, the betrayal. He hid his true self behind soft words and softer touches. What is he hiding now? "Where were you last night?" I ask. The question catches him off guard. His eyes widened slightly, almost imperceptibly. Then the reaction is gone, replaced by confusion. "Last night? I was staying in a hostel across the city. Why?" "Someone was watching my apartment. In the darkness, across the street."

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.

She couldn’t let her brother face this alone—she had to help. --- “Hello?” Zekiel answered the phone when it rang. “Hide out, Zekiel,” Hazel said before hanging up. He glanced at Claire, who had just stepped out of the bathroom. He didn’t want to bring her, but he knew her—if he tried to stop her, she’d find a way. “Who was that?” Claire asked, seeing his expression. “Hazel. She wants us at the hideout.” “Okay, let’s change.” Zekiel nodded, and they got ready.

“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.

"Maya can’t see this… fuck! She can’t see me like this." "Boss? Are you in the study?" Maya’s footsteps echoed on the stairs. Left with no choice, Julian turned to Thalia. “Hide!" "Hide?" Thalia arched a brow. "I don't really do hiding, big boy." "Thalia, please. If she sees us, it’s going to be a total mess.” Thalia hissed in annoyance, rolling her eyes and sliding off the bed. “Fine. Where?” “There,” Julian pointed to the walk-in closet.