Radio Silence Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

"Is it true?" Bryan’s voice was a whisper. "Hazel... I’m sorry. I was... I was going to tell you." I felt a sob rise in my throat, but I pushed it down. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, black device I had grabbed from the armored truck earlier—a high-frequency jammer. "Here is your code, Silas," I said. I pressed the button. Suddenly, the lights in the office began to flicker and pop. The music box in Silas’s hand exploded into sparks. Silas screamed, clutching his hand.

His eyes were wild, practically screaming murder. The air turned lethal. Danger rolled off him in waves. The models felt it. Pure instinct made them shake. "Uh... we have another gig," one stammered. "We just remembered." "Yeah, super urgent." The other scrambled to put his shirt on. They practically bolted from the room. Biting back a smile, I picked up my phone and refreshed Midnight_Howler's page. Bingo. A new post from fifteen minutes ago: "She's in my house. Laughing with other men right in front of me. The sounds are slicing my heart to pieces."

In the heavy atmosphere, their silent support was more profound and genuine than any words of consolation. In the midst of our silent despair, Ethan's phone rang suddenly. The unexpected sound shattered the oppressive atmosphere in the room, and all eyes turned toward him instantly. Ethan answered the call, but before he could speak, his expression changed dramatically, as if he sensed something ominous. He quickly activated the speakerphone, making the conversation audible to everyone. My heart raced, a gut feeling telling me that this call would bring more bad news.

Good thing no one is fucking allowed phones in this club, otherwise, I know that my face would be on every newspaper cover as an assassin, and the police would come to bite my ass. “Nothing to be seen here”, Theo shouts at everyone, and people start moving and dancing again. Hazel looks petrified; tears are rolling down her face. I take a step to get to her, but she starts moving. Fuck no. “Hazel” I shout as she moves between the dancing people.

Eli informed me, wheezing from laughter. I snapped my head to look at the girl. "She can't talk? Why?" My voice sounded way too raspy for me own good, as I spoke. "She's a mute. Was born without vocal cords. When she laughs or cries, no sound is made." Jack said for clarification. "But it's a good thing she can hear." Eli added. I chose to remain silent after hearing all of this. Stealing one more glance at me, the mute girl stared outside the window. And Jack started the car.

My eyes widened when I realized the question Beatrice wanted to ask and where the question would end up, so, I quickly ended the call. "Phew! They're sure something else," I muttered astonished as I threw my phone on the bed. I laid on the bed with my hands and legs spread wide like a starfish as I stared at the beautiful sky ceiling in Lucas's room which always glowed in the dark when he clapped that hands of his. Something popped into my head as I became so red and utterly embarrassed. "What if it's true?" I muttered to myself sitting up. I noticed I was a kind of loud person when I and Lucas get so intimate what if someone heard my loud moans.

…Selena's pov… As I arrived at the designated meeting point, Silence's words struck me with a sense of unease. He instructed me to turn off my phone—a demand that challenged my instinctual need for control and communication. Despite the urge to protest, I understood the gravity of the situation. With a reluctant nod, I powered off my phone, severing the last thread connecting me to the outside world. Led by Silence, I ventured deeper into the enigmatic building. The air held a subtle mix of secrecy and anticipation, tangible enough to make my skin prickle with anticipation. The corridors were dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to whisper secrets to those who listened.

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

London didn’t realise it until a huge donation poured in, hitting the upper limit for this jar. Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! The sound of money falling from her stream notification startled Queenie, and the streamer almost dropped her phone. It took her a few moments to realise where that sound was coming from. The chat instantly became rowdy and chanted for a stocking removal party. Tons of lewd emojis flooded the chat so much that the mods gave up trying to soft mute these chatters. Queenie didn’t mind. In fact, she had been waiting for this moment.

"This radio is hardwired to an old, classified maritime bandwidth. The feds don't even have the equipment to monitor this line anymore. It’s a closed-loop, heavily encrypted channel. Only three people in the world had the physical hardware keys to broadcast on this specific frequency. Your father, her father, and Silas Vance." "Silas is in a maximum-security federal holding cell," I said, my voice flat, deliberate, and entirely stripped of the poetic flourishes I used to use when I worked as a critic. I reached out across the narrow gap and took Kai’s hand, anchoring myself to him. His palm was warm, but I could feel the sudden, involuntary tightening of his fingers. "And my father is gone.