Sera Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

####### present time ###### Sera looked at the food and she remembered everything that happened the past year . The accident , the disown , the boyfriend and the pain from her rehabilitation . Now she is as good as new just like a doll that got fixed . It was a long painful year but she can now walk and of course eat other food than the hospital's . Although Daniel would usually sneak some food for her but it was also healthy food . She was craving a hamburger or some chicken wings. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. This knock was unique . It was ' knock Bam Bam knock ' . It was a secret knock that she and Daniel came up with. He opened the door but he didn't look happy

When he saw her, his expression shifted from confusion to shock, before finally settling into cold disgust. "Serena Beckett? You've got some nerve showing up here." Serena didn't bother with pleasantries and got straight to the point. "Where's Jason? Hand him over." Mason looked at her like she was insane. "Where's Jason? Are you actually asking me that?" He pointed at the brazier and said, "He's right there, burned to ashes. Want to scoop up a handful and ask him yourself?" "Stop playing games with me!" Serena stepped forward, her eyes locked on him.

She read the name tag: Audrey Mcfeller. "Wait. You work here? At CazoS? What do you do?" "I'm Mr. Schulz's secretary," I admitted, bracing for the inevitable twin connection. Isla’s reaction was delayed, a slow, predatory grin spreading across her face. "You work for Sebastian? That cold-hearted, demanding devil?" She let out a peal of genuinely amused laughter, the sound echoing lightly in the marble lobby. “Oh, that’s rich. He hasn’t fired you yet? You must be a miracle worker. Most of his secretaries last less than a week. And you survived the infamous Cora.”

Every pebble under my shoes sounded like a laugh. ​The bus ride back to my house was a blur. I sat in the back, huddled against the window, staring at my reflection. I wasn't Seth anymore. I was just Sera. A girl with no school, no future, and a secret that had just burned her world to the ground. ​By the time I reached the narrow dirt track that led to our small cottage, the moon was high and cold. The lights were on inside.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

Sera didn't show up. He tried calling her, but the call didn't go through. Enzo felt anxious. He dialed again, but nobody replied. Now or never, or so he thought, until his phone suddenly beeped. Notification from Sera : "I won't be able to make it." Enzo's heart sank. A wave of devastation flooded in. He slumped onto the couch, defeated. Minutes passed, and Enzodozed off. He went into a sorrowful sleep amidst the leftover dinner he had put so much love into preparing.

“Then don’t. But whatever it is, I hope you get your answers. Away from that, how was the burial?” Just before I could respond, a soft sound drifted through the door. Humming. Mara never hummed and left one person. Sera. I had a task for her. I knew of Orion’s plan for Sterling Inc. Sera had a background in finance, and I was curious as to what she could uncover. I was interested in the acquisition, but this was not the way I was supposed to go about it. It was a test of sorts for her. How good was she?

I am Seranda Mathews the unwanted born of a lineage of slaves and sacrifice. Cursed with the spirit of Zeranda, keeper of the soul of death. A plague waiting to be eradicated. A celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I look up and wipe away my tears, I stare from the open bars of my dungeon where sunlight penetrates to lighten up the cramped space I have called home for the last 18 years. Today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death.

How many moments were lost. "You look tired." Sera's voice broke the silence. Gabriel turned, and his breath caught. Sera stood in the doorway of the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe in a provocative pose. Her long blonde hair fell freely over her shoulders, softly waving like a golden waterfall. She wore a small piece of maroon fabric, lingerie made of thin, almost transparent lace. A wireless bra that barely covered what it needed to, revealing the curve of her full breasts and nipples that protruded through the lace.