Jason Statham Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

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.

"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