Novel & Cerita Hide Away Hazbin Hotel

“Where to next?” “I just want to go back to the loft.” I needed to hide that vial before Alejandro came home and smelled the chemicals. “You don't want to hit the tables? I can get us into any VIP floor in the city.” “No. Please.” “Your funeral.” He drove off into the neon night. The penthouse was silent when we arrived. Alejandro wasn't back yet. I bolted for my room, locked the bathroom door, and hid the vial behind a row of vitamins in the cabinet.

Zephyr immediately check his smartphone and talk to Ash, “There’s a three-star hotel ten minutes from here. Let us go there.” “What?! Boss, the hideout is two hours away. Come on!” Ash was trying so hard to convince Zephyr, the poor man doesn’t know that Aaron was probably ready to take me inside this car right now, he still snuggled on my nape, growling and sniffing me like crazy. “It’s an emergency!” Aaron was screaming at Ash, and immediately he knows something was wrong with his boss. “Boss, are you…”

"See if there's any clues!" … Over at Franconia, Stan Hill had led Isaac to a white detached villa, with yards front and back. It was where Harvey Gooding was hiding. They did not bring a lot of people, and were keeping things quiet—they had to be prudent since they were away from Zidonia. One of their men knocked out the gardener, while they moved to pick the lock to the front door. Harvey had been recovering here after making his escape, and did not even turn around when he heard footsteps.

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It had to be some kind of sick joke. “This isn’t funny, Daniel!” I snapped, balling my hands into fists. “If this is some twisted joke, stop! Now!” I stood up to leave, but he grabbed my hand, his grip firm. “It’s not a joke, honey. Please, listen. The Hidden Witches are nearly extinct because they were hunted by the Shadow Hunters—powerful warlocks who practice dark magic. They wanted to eliminate the Hidden Witches because they saw them as a threat. To protect you, I had to hide you in Canada with your mother. I revealed everything to her, and though she was angry, she agreed it was best for your safety if I left. She didn’t abandon you, Prisca; she was trying to protect you. A few months

A hidden passage, a weapon, anything. As we searched, I could hear Draven's footsteps echoing in the hallway. He was coming back, and we needed to be ready. I found a loose floorboard and pried it up, revealing a small cavity. It wasn't much, but it might be enough to hide Ethan. "Lara, hide Ethan here," I said urgently. "I'll distract Draven." She nodded, helping Ethan into the small space and covering him with the floorboard. "Stay quiet, sweetheart," she whispered. "We'll come for you soon."

"Hide her in plain sight." Gray lifts a brow. "You're joking." I shake my head. "Nope. Everyone expects you to stash her underground. So don't. Book a hotel. Use aliases. No paper trail. No MC ties. Keep her surrounded and vanish into the crowd." "That's not secure," Gray argues. "There's only two ways in—a door and a couple windows." I shrug. "See anyone suspicious? Gun 'em down in the parking lot." King doesn't speak. But he doesn't shut it down either.

The man nodded, which seemed to be satisfactory enough. “Do you know where Dantares and Deker are?” Elissa asked Hayward. “We should probably let them know it’s ok...” Hayward shook his head. “I told them to hide, and they’re pretty good at that. Do you have a library? Dantares is good at vanishing in those. Otherwise, I’d check storerooms, closets...” He shrugged his shoulders a bit.

“It’s okay. You’re with me now.” ”Where do we go?” He paused, then gently took my hand. “I have a safe place with no cameras, no tracking. Somewhere you’ll finally be able to sleep.” I hesitated for a moment, looking around the cozy small room we are hiding from last night as they hacked Ethan's main system and then we rushed at the hidden door. But I trusted him,I felt a flicker of hope. We packed silently but quickly had no time for hesitation. I shivered in and out of my jacket, and he led me to a back exit I didn’t know existed, a hidden door in the closet that he’d shown me once before.

Regardless, though Zivon hadn’t expected Xavia to return, he simply gazed indifferently at her while asking, “Why have you returned?” No longer did his voice carry hints of ambiguity… It was a completely detached voice. Even so, Xavia knew she couldn’t afford to think about that now. With that, she began looking left and right as she said, “Jenna’s here. I need to hide.” With how tidy the room was, she could only see two places to hide in… It was either the wardrobe, or washroom. Figuring that Jenna could potentially use the washroom, Jenna then slipped into the wardrobe before whispering, “Please don’t let her open the wardrobe…!”