Novel & Cerita Imps Hazbin Hotel

Confusion flashed across her eyes, as if she were beginning to realize the situation wasn't as simple as she thought. Dad let out a cold snort, fixed him with a piercing stare, and mockingly said, "I see… I have a second son named Adam. Today's full of surprises." At that moment, Erica finally realized the gravity of the situation. The smugness and contempt that had colored her face vanished instantly, replaced by a flash of panic.

The handwriting on it was fainter than ever, as if it would disappear into the air at any moment. "Thank you. It's time for me to go." My eyes burned, and tears slipped down my face before I could stop them. I knew Ivy had wrapped up her unfinished business and that her resentment had faded. She could finally go wherever she was meant to go. I sniffled, picked up the note, and carefully tucked it away. Just then, I noticed a bank card under the note. Beneath it was another line of tiny writing. "The PIN is your birthday. This is all the savings I had when I was alive. None of it was from insider trading. Use it to pay the electricity bill for me."

Chapter 19. The cab parked in front of the bobbling club, and Hazel walked into it after paying him off, her ass swaying in a perfect sassy way that caught the attention of a few guys seated in the VIP section. “Three shots of tequila, please,” she waved to the bartender, and he noted it after she took a seat. Hazel buried her face in her palms as she kept sighing and huffing out frustratingly at how annoying the entire situation was.

Lorenzo and Guap had guns pointed to the kids while Code had a gun pointed to Charisa “Welcome back Hazel or should I say Clone Hazel?” Grayson said with a sinister smirk “Ahhh” I wanted to move but I couldn't. I looked down to see that I had been tied to a chair “Don't bother struggling darling. It appears that we've got two Hazels now so which is the real one and why is there even a fake in the first place?” Grayson asked but no one answered “You, where did you find her?” he said pointing to Lorenzo “On the fourth floor boss where the weapons are kept” Lorenzo answered

- KILLIAN - I shut the door of the anti room, when I hear voices coming from inside. I can tell two people are communicating but I know not physically. I walk to the living room. This is where I find Hazel sat in front of the tv, on a sofa, watching a show. The good thing is, the lights aren’t turned on and only the reflection of the tv illuminates the room, so the blood on my outfit is barely visible also coupled with the fact that I’m putting on a navy blue, long sleeve, body hug shirt and black pants. My coat is in my hand, and my leather gloves are in the pocket of my coat.

Every girl that gets attracted or associates with him ends up dead somehow. His mother, Silver, the girl in his year one, Rue, and now Lizzy who's gonna die today. "But Pearl is not psychotic or obsessive, that's the only hope I have" Hyce said. "So what's gonna happen to Lizzy?" Rook asked. "What else? Death" Axel muttered. * GRAND CASINO* Master X and Hazzan are currently in his office, several bags of money surrounding them. Hazzan is busy counting the money they made from last night's games with a counting machine, and Master X is supervising on his seat.

It seemed to them that New York has been cursed and that one by one, people would start dying without reason at all. With slumped shoulders, they prowled back inside the hotel. It’s a bad year for them, and they fear what the manager would say about it. The manager and Celestine were still fixing the problem with regards to a V.I.P. who was, for some inexplicable reason, got pierced by a shard of glasses. The Martins were at the security department. They were trying to find out what happened to their daughter, but it turned out, the hotel’s cameras didn’t work in Zheira’s room.

That there could be a little bit of light to all the sulking darkness around me. Besides, I was in control now. I looked down at the small leather purse Isabella had given to me with the repellant injections inside. Even if that control had to come from a constant doze of this substance that I had no idea what it contained, I wanted to put my trust in that little hope, that someway, somehow, i might be saved and I as long as i took these, I would never have to be afraid of hurting anyone again. Not my friends, nor my family, and definitely not this man that I'm weirdly attracted to on the other end of the line. "So how about we start with you telling me your name."