Novel & Cerita Jason Statham Hazbin Hotel

He picked the nearest person easily and slammed him into the glass table. "You are either Dr Martin or not. But since none of you will answer, we will find out slowly," Jason said, and descended his hammer into the man's shoulder and he let out a loud scream. One of the men, some bald man in a ridiculously expensive suit, finally seemed to find his senses as he lurched toward the door, to escape. But Jason was on him in a flash, grabbing him by the coiffed hair and slamming his head down onto the bar with a bone-crunching thud.

He began… ***Flashback*** Grandpa Gomez stared at his grandson in anger as he laid naked, in a hotel room, drunk and drugged off his mind. "Jason!" He called him but he got no reply which indicated that the drugs were still in his system. Word had gotten to him a little late that someone was trying to tarnish his name by setting up his grandson with a prostitute. Apparently he'd been targeted in the hotel club and drugged so he'd be captured in a vulnerable position.

James parked his car right in front of the uncompleted building he normally visit and he knows that's the right place to find Jason,he picked his gun and hid it at the back of his waist before alighting from his car.He entered the building where there's no traces of electric bulb the only light beaming is the torch James was holding to find his way,he pointed his torch directly to a corner where Jason always keep his hostages and to his surprise he met Rose and Smith being tied to a pole.He rushed to where they were and started loosing them but suddenly he heard a voice.

One-Hundred Thirteen: Truth Revealed Part Two Jason The time has come to talk to these three assholes. All of us are currently standing in front of the cell. Damian, Ian, and Marshall are still chained to the cell floor. I know they have tried to break the chains, but Chris made them unbreakable. Chris is the only one inside the cell. Dustin and Kaleb wanted to go in, but Chris told them no and then made it to where no one could open the cell. I have a very bad feeling about what is about to happen, but they dug their own grave. I can see all three glaring at Chris. Then out of nowhere, Zeus, Poseidon and Hades appear inside the cell with Chris. What the actual fuck is going on?

Sahir glared at her for a moment but then his eyes softened before leaving the room. "Daddy please daddy let me go" Zahara murmured. Sahir left the room and closed the door locking it. Zahara stomped her feet angrily. She threw herself on her bed and sighed loudly. "I hate here already," She said punching her pillow. Suddenly her phone buzzed. She checked it. "Hi babe can't wait to meet you Xoxo"-Jason Zahara is overjoyed reading his message. She quickly replied okay to him and ran to open the door but it was locked.

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.

That evening, while I sat eating quietly in Ethan's hotel suite, Jason crawled into the room, covered in blood. The sight of him made my stomach turn. I put my fork down. His suit was soaked with dirt. His forehead was split open. "Ethan!" he sobbed, kneeling. "Please, spare me!" Ethan sat there, playing with his cigar, the glow of the flame flickering in his eyes. "Fine," he said slowly. "Carve out your eyes. Burst your eardrums. Then you can go." Jason didn't even have time to beg. Two of Ethan's men grabbed him by the head.

I throw punches with everything I’ve got, but my body is already exhausted from the trip here, and his claws cut through my muscles as we fight. I stagger back, the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. “I yield,” I growl, the words bitter in my throat. “But only because I need to make sure Stacy’s safe.” Jason stands over me, his breathing heavy with an arrogant smirk. “Take him to the hospital and get him patched up before Stacy sees him. And for the love of all things decent, get him some clothes. No one needs to see his goods on display like that,” he orders his warriors.

MARK I’m at the hotel. Jason’s words echoed in the cramped, freezing cabin of the Honda. They bounced off the cheap plastic dashboard, mocking me, suffocating me. This couldn't be happening. It simply defied every law of logic and survival I had built my life upon. Zane, my submissive, quiet, dependent, carefully managed wife, having an affair with my elder brother?

he said sighing, He stared at me for a while, jason shifted uncomfortably on the chair, "You bear a very similar look to him," he said, "Me?, I don't think so" jason reply quickly, "I'm just saying, with the brown hair and muscle, the blades that were the mark of..... Illummino save me!" He whispered standing up, Jason sighed, he had to admit that was faster that he predicted They shifted on the chair standing up also, "Taret be calm!" Daren said, This should be interesting jason thought, He started whispering till we heard a bang at the door, jason on reflex hid behind the kitchen door, terra ducked under the table, daren morphed to a dog.