Jason Statham Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

"I'm sure Jason will be in prison for life. The sentence for terrorizer alone is severe, plus he will be serving time for being a drug courier and possession of the more than one kilogram of heroin you found under his bed.” "That's a huge amount, mate. He can anesthetize dozens of elephants with those drugs.” “I think there were new players after Pedro died and The Wintness was arrested. I will find out about the mafia and start preparing a special team to hunt him down.” “Good job, dude. You are the best and always reliable.” Hazel smiled with relief seeing all this mess was over. After this she could sleep soundly and no longer have to be haunted by the fear of her terrorizer coming to kil

“Why do you need a van?” As if answering his question, Nathan slightly turns towards the prison. A group of newly released inmates are emerging from it. Four men stand there, looking at Nathan and Hal with curiosity. The oldest one of them is Jason Argon whom Hal recognizes as a well known thug who was arrested for battery. In his early thirties, Jason has a stoic face with a bald head and greasy teeth. “Ain’t the van a beauty?” He grins. “Who knew the pretty boy could keep his word?”

Jason Statham was on the screen, covered in blood and being stepped on as he spoke those humiliating words. “What the…” Jem was stunned. Danny’s jaw dropped. Jem asked, “Mr. Tulip, is that Jason Statham?” “Shit! How did it turn out like this? This is impossible!” Danny ignored Jem and threw a tantrum on the spot. He called Jason and his men but they were being questioned by the cops at the station. He made several calls and finally reached someone in Jason’s team. “Danny, Jason was defeated. He was stepped on and his ribs were broken. Penacony was also hurt and we don’t even know who the hell was that! We are currently in the police station. Please come and save us…”

, he finally commanded as he gave me his back. The first thing I noticed was his broad shoulders. Muscular and Potent. It carried the largest tattoo on his upper body. Hezekiah. His name was Hezekiah. This was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen or imagined. A man walks into a store, points a gun at two people, only to have his back scratched? Wow. The world had more psychopaths than I ever imagined. I gently and smoothly scratched his back while giving his shoulders a little unprofessional massage. I continued to do this until I found a rhythm and his tensed shoulders fell into relaxation.

Dead and motionless. Griffin finally sits on the couch and raises his hands in surrender. “You’re the boss, Jason. Do what you want to, I give up.” He says and then proceeds to put them down. Jason on the other hand is just standing, observing all that is happening. Enjoying the chaos that he has caused. “It feels crappy, right?” He asks loudly. He then walks over to Griffin and sits next to him. “You all keep calling Griffin the assassin, but I’m the real one.” He laughs to himself. “Sterling was to

If only I was that stupid. People say that Jaxon Armstrong is the devil in disguise, because of the shitty deals he makes me with people and how he treats his guests. I say he is a gang leader who underestimates the power women have over him. Jason however intrudes my thoughts on his stupidity, "Are you going to answer my questions now or just talk to yourself out loud?" He crouches in front of me because I'm sitting on a chair, "Do you remember the date of the assassination?" I roll my eyes, "yes"

Zade Getting into his office I look at him. “Why has Jason cleaned up three bodies in twenty-four hours? One of which was Izzy’s fucking date!” He glares at me and I stand silenced. Shit, I should have known Jason would tell him. “Well? I’m waiting for an ID on the other two, what the fuck is going on?” I laugh. “You realise she was letting men use her, right? She told me herself, that she wanted to be fucking used, so I stopped it,” I snap.

Just as I’m wrapping up my meeting, Jason comes rushing into the room, looking more flustered than usual. I wait for everyone else to leave the conference room before leaning back in my chair and giving him a pointed look. “What is it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. Jason clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Sir, we’ve got him.” The moment those words leave his mouth, I’m quick to get to my feet. “Are you sure? This isn’t one of his tricks again?” “Positive. I triple-checked everything. He’s staying at some shady motel on the outskirts of the city under a fake name. One of the surveillance cameras caught him entering the place not even an hour ago. He’s definitely there, and he h

And the only person I could think of who would do something this disgusting… was Stacey. That bitch. We hadn’t made it far when a voice cut through the music. “What are you doing, Hale? You’re ruining our fun.” I weakly opened my eyes again. Jason stood a few feet away, a smile on his face, as if this was all some harmless joke. Sebastian stopped dead. I felt the sudden heat of his anger radiating through his body. “Fun?” His voice was low and dangerous. “Does drugging an innocent girl sound like fun to you? What if something goes wrong? Then what?”

He announced. "Yes!" Zenith jumped. "Can I really get used to this place?" Jaemin muttered. "I love it here" Chance smiled. Jezebel is still crying on the ground, her finger still pouring blood. "I'm the hacker here , so we're together. I'm Lambo" Lambo told Zenith. "Take care of me" Zenith replied, and Lambo stroke her hair "Of course, clan baby" she said, and Zenith laughed. "I'm Jaemin, the hitman, be f**king good to me" Jaemin told Sylvester.