Jason Statham Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

warned the officer and the man only lifted his head to look at him. "Dude, we have a lot of information that will give you a death sentence so don't make me carry that out here because that will not end that fast," warned the officer but the man remained unfazed. At Paradise Hotel, Jason sat on the bed wearing just black trousers. His chest was bare with a bandage on his left side where the guy had stabbed him. He was worried about Julia and regretted sending her away. His phone rang interrupting his thoughts. He checked the caller ID and it was a strange number so he ignored it. The call came a second and a third time before he answered

Jason instructed. "Yes sir!" They responded in unison and got into the G-Wagon Benz they obviously came with. Soon after, with the G-Wagon leading the way, Jason and Diana arrived at Diamond hotel on his Lamborghini Aventador. Diana wondered what more mystery she has to uncover about her executioner as she alighted, after one of Jason's men opened the door. Diana had thought Jason was just a single billionaire who didn't have lackey's, just his mother, and the next moment a group of martial artist shows and calls him master Jason? Indeed!

Drank from the same damn can. “Jason doesn't stay in a place for long. He doesn't even live in a real house. Just goes from one place to another, the rich bastard,” Marde grumbled. Jason had always been a skittish bastard. Turns out that didn't change over the years. “Where is he right now?” “The last time I checked, which was a few days ago, he was in the Demidov Hotel on the next street. On the 15th floor.” I nodded once. “That established, where is the tape? The rape tape?”

A moment later, Janet strode over with a pleased look. “I thought you might say that, so I came prepared with a deal,” Jason said, drawing a handgun from the back of his jeans, aiming it at the first slave between him and his target. “This can go one of three ways, my dear. First, we can all be civil and you can just hand over the girl without a fuss. Or, I can start shooting and see if your false bravado holds up once your friends brain matter is splattered all over the rocks.” “And option three,” I asked, knowing it wasn’t going to be pleasant. At least I knew he wouldn’t ask for sex since he was under the impression that I was carrying the flesh-eating virus.

When he leans over to take a shot, they ride low — just enough to reveal a strip of orange CK waistband and an indecent sliver of smooth skin. Prime. Male. Distraction. “Have you seen Kiara?” “I’m not her keeper.” Oh my God. I’m going to jail one day, and it’ll be for homicide. He sinks the ball neatly into the corner pocket. Before I can fire back, someone stumbles in, clutching the wall like it’s trying to escape him. Jason. It takes him a few seconds — and several blinks — to realize I exist. “Ohhh … hi, beautiful,” he slurs, attempting to stand straight. He doesn’t succeed. Instead, he pitches forward, his hand landing squarely where it absolutely should not.

When Laura turned around, she saw the silver-haired Jason standing there with a roguish smile, his dimple in full display. She still couldn’t get used to how much he looked like his younger brother. The only difference she could point out was the fact that Lucas had two dimples instead of one. In fact, this made her doubt the reasons why her friend was dating him in the first place. “Yes, Mr. Lewis,” Anna responded and nodded at Laura before leaving. “Oh? Mr. Lewis?” Laura mimicked once Anna left and Jason smiled with amusement on his face. “Only the staff here call me that. Everyone else knows me as Daniel Zate,” Jason explained.

Her body trembles as she looks at me in fear, and that's the response I want. When they both had gone I tended to my son, fixing his body position and putting a blanket on him, to cover his nudity. As I am about to call our pack's doctor, he suddenly wakes up and asks me, "Dad, what happened?" *** Every night after work, Jason Watkins always went to the gym to train his physique. It was located near the subway station and it only took a minute away by his motorcycle from the Silverplate restaurant. He parked his bike at the front of the establishment.

No one can stop him now; he will be the next mafia boss. "Look, who's here already. You really are an amazing bait boy. Look like Sebestian really loves you, more than himself." Jason whispered the last word and then laughed and pushed Adom back, who almost stumbled over on the chair. He walked back and looked over his shoulder at Adom.

It was then the girl asked me if I liked Jason Statham, I calmed down and walked to my suite like I did not just have an outburst in the lobby. Danny and I went back to our suite with cameras and other prank stuff that we bought. We bore a hole in the wall where Jason Statham was situated and planted a spy camera that was remote controlled of course. This way we can move the camera around and zoom in on anything we wanted. Let me tell you, that I did not expect guy, followed by his entire entourage to be a bunch of players. Every hour or so they had a new girl. Or should I say skank.

“I just asked if you think he's hot.” I lowered my head and almost began chewing on my nail. “Um... not really.” He looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh. “He does look hot. But we're still watching something else.” It was 8:32, and we were a few hours into the Jason Statham movie '’The Transporter’ Finally, I mustered the courage to ask him the question that had been nagging at me.