Novel & Cerita Jason Statham Hazbin Hotel

Samantha noticed that there wasn't a single speck of authority in his smug face anymore; now, he was well and truly afraid. Jason pulled out his phone with deliberate slowness. "Run away if you want, but it won't matter. I meant it when I said you'll be disposed of, and I always keep my word." "You're threatening me?" Halvorsen's voice rose up another level. "In front of witnesses?" "I'm making a promise," Jason corrected, his fingers moving across his phone screen. "Dr Marcus Halvorsen, badge number 7429, assigned to the cardiac unit."

I release a deep sigh. Ellis looks at me intently, probably wondering why I was dancing around the subject. "You remember Jason?" I start. "The guy you went on dates with?" Ellis narrowed her eyes. "Yes. It turns out his name is not Jason," I said. I felt like a fool again. "Um...care to elaborate some more?" Ellis asked. So I explain everything to her, from beginning to end. "Hold on. Let me get this straight. Jason is actually THE Sebastian Stanley from Stanley Hotel and Co., and now he is forcing you to work for him and making you take a trip to Italy?" Ellis looks amused.

I smiled, being a princess I never got the privileges of swimming in rivers or watching the fish gracefully hunt. I giggled as a large orange and white fish slinked past me, tickling my toes with it's fins. Honestly if going home wasn't absolutely necessary I wouldn't mind staying here away from the stress of politics and court and away from my murderous husband. Draven We set up camp pretty quickly, there were now campfires blazing at different areas of the large campsite. Several men had already left to hunt so a meal could be made. I examined the entirety of my camp to make sure everything had been taken care of and that all my men was doing their part when I noticed Joshua joking with th

For some reason they kept moving around. “I need to find Jack or Jazz,” he whispers to himself. He slowly starts to turn the doorknob. It opened slowly. Once it was fully opened, he quickly slipped into the hall. Jason has no plan in mind just reacting on instinct, he walks towards the door in the corridor she searches for an exit but somehow find him in the reception area. A friendly man approaches him with a smile, instead of waiting to hear what he might say he simply bolted from the hotel. He simply runs wandering the streets aimlessly.

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.

Give me back my tickets—" Impatient, Jason shot Lukas a sharp look, prompting him to let go. Jason was once a mafia. Not anyone could put up with his intimidating aura. After riveting Lukas with his gaze, Jason looked at Damian. "Damian, take the front seats with Lukas." After that, Jason quickly headed toward Faye and Avery with the ticket. "Lukas, let's go to the front seats." Damina gulped his saliva and tugged at Lukas. They reluctantly marched forward.

Emma stuttered, her breathing hitched as sobs escaped from her mouth. “I know, and that's what we are going to do. I had men watching Greg, Velvet, and Richardson for a while now, and today, I got a report that the three of them were adopted and taken in three separate black vans to some abandoned warehouse downtown. Hector and the others still have eyes on Jason, and he’s at work, at NewEra.” “He’s... he is the one behind this-“

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.

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.

"Damn it, I really can't stand women like you who throw tantrums and act shamelessly." The main purpose of the thugs coming here was naturally to threaten Jason into not reporting Hades to the authorities. "Hey! Do you remember us? We met at the restaurant before." Jason heard the thugs' words and nodded slightly. These thugs must be the same ones from the private room at the restaurant that day. The thug nodded slightly and grabbed Jason's wrist, where his hand used to be. "You dare to act tough with us? Losing a hand would be considered merciful."