Hide Away Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

"But does he know who he is? Where he came from? Don’t you think he has the right to know his roots? Or are you just going to keep hiding him from us forever?" His words pierced through me like a blade. My vision blurred with unshed tears. I wasn’t hiding Raven out of spite. I was protecting him—from the past, from the truth… from the pain. "I’ll think about it, Lolo," I whispered. "You’ve been thinking for years, hija. Think faster. I'm not immortal," he said gruffly before hanging up. The call ended, but the weight of his words stayed with me. I sat on the edge of my bed, the silence of the room closing in.

Cecile stammered. But Grandmother turned away, unwilling to hear more. Cecile clenched her fists. Why is everyone hiding the truth about Rose’s father? What secret are they keeping? In the hotel hallway, Diana collided with Sam. “You?” she spat. “What are you doing here?” Sam smirked. “How’s the family? How’s that expensive shawl of yours? Hope it is still good?” She ignored him. “I came here to use the restroom,” Sam added cheekily. “These air-conditioned hotels, ah, the luxury! No wonder you like hanging around here too.”

Noah changed the subject abruptly as he pulled out onto the shitty old road that would take us past the motel and toward the highway. “I’ve got a place. Pull up my maps and search ‘escape’.” I instructed Liv, my voice still muffled by the shirt. “Looks like a cabin in the middle of nowhere.” She glanced at me. “What is this?” “The place I was going to hide if shit hit the fan and I needed to get away from all other werewolves,” I admitted. “I’m glad you didn’t have to use it, even if this is the alternative.” Liv gestured at my bloody, bleeding body before she looked back down at the phone. “Turn right to get on the highway, Noah.”

“He reminded me. That I’m on a clock. That if I don’t take his money, he’ll make sure I can’t earn my own. That’s how he loves his son. By destroying whatever his son loves.” The room was quiet. The camera light still on. Still not blinking. “You two staying in the city?” Harris asked. “Tonight,” Zara said. “After that, I don’t know.” “You got somewhere safe?” “No,” Bastian said. “We have somewhere hidden. For eight more hours.” Harris wrote something on a card. Slid it across. “My cell. Not the desk. You get a call, a text, a van outside your hidden place, you call me. Not 911. Me. 911 logs it. Logs get leaked. I don’t.”

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."

Zara tried to stand and lean on the wall for support, but her legs were shaky and her breath was too warm. Through blurry eyes, she saw a figure coming toward her. Was it Lanky? No, she had to hide. She needed to find a spot where no one could see her. Looking up, Zara noticed a sign that said 'Janitor's Room'. She guessed it was a storage room for cleaning stuff. She pushed the door open and leaned against it. She wanted to lock it, but the lock was broken. Trembling, she hid in a corner. She just had to stay hidden until the drug wore off—maybe an hour or the whole night. Then, she would be safe...

Yvrozz suggested, making Zenah perk its interest. “Game? What kind of game?” Zenah asked, completely curious about the game. Yvrozz silently cheered and spoke calmly. “A hide and seek game, where I'll be the seeker and you'll be the one who will hide. I'll give you a month to hide, no matter where you are or what kind of country you choose to hide, it's all up to you. If you managed to hide before the time is up, I will completely leave you alone and you know my background is simple as it seemed so within my power, I'll help you convince your parents that you don't want to get married at all. How about that, isn't that favorable on your side? Are you interested?”

If the vampires find all of us, and the others from Beotown are captured because they smell her blood, this will be my fault. The impulse to run away from her digs into my brain, but I don’t do it. Instead, I consult with Travis and the others, explaining what happened. Immediately, Travis says, “There’s a place here we can put her that’s away from the other hiding areas. You can bring her. There’s a rock enclosure near the back that has an area underneath it. From what I can tell, someone’s hidden there for a long time before. The ground is dug out, like someone buried themselves to a degree, and there are a bunch of stinky leaves that could hide her scent.” “That sounds perfect, Travis. Th

“Larissa, we must go now.” I feel like an absolute bastard not cleaning her up, but if I did, my efforts would have been in vain. We wouldn’t leave this room and she would demand more from me. So I pull her into my arms, with cum dripping from her belly and pussy, and sprint towards the basement stairs. They constructed a hidden underground tunnel coming off of the shifting ceremony dungeon that leads to the bunker where we will hide Annalise for the duration of her heat. Which shouldn’t be longer than four days.

"Until I figure out how to deal with Silas, we have to stay hidden. He won’t rest until he has you, Sophia. And I can’t let that happen." Sophia nodded, but the unease in her chest didn’t subside. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they were running toward something darker, something they couldn’t escape. --- **The Hideout – The Darkest Corner of Safety** Several hours later, they arrived at a secluded cabin deep in the mountains, far from the reach of anyone who might recognize them. The location was isolated, the perfect place for a hiding spot. But as Sophia stepped out of the SUV and looked around, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread creep over her. The place was quiet, almost t