Tom Trench Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

He got to his door and opened for Tiana to go in”. “Ladies first” Tiana rolled her eyes at him, and went into his room. She used her eyes to scan everywhere, maybe she might see traces of another woman coming over. Tom opened a drawer and brought out a white container. He tossed it at Tiana, she caught it and opened it. She looked at Tom before she took one out of the content and put it in her mouth and swallowed it. Tiana started to feel funny, she was struggling to breathe, her head was pounding. Her vision got blurry and her eyes were red, she could not see or hear anything. She fell to the ground.

“A little better now. So what exactly happened?” Before Zephyra could say anything, one of the doors opened and Tommy stepped into the room with a hunting rifle perched on his shoulder. He wore a mean scowl that she had never seen before on him. It turned his usual boyish face into something much darker. “Now who did that?” he asked, grimacing when he saw the vomit on the floor. “Goddamn animals,” he swore and took a seat near the fireplace, looking anywhere but at her.

Aurora. “—insufferable, thick-skulled, testosterone-fueled MORONS!” Something small and plastic flew past the open bathroom door, bounced off the opposite wall, and skidded down the hallway. A compact. Emilio watched it spin to a stop. Tomas stood just outside the door like a soldier under fire, stoic, silent, but clearly done with her brand of chaos. Another item, a travel-sized bottle of lotion, hit the wall near his shoulder and exploded like a grenade of floral-scented rage.

Gio A soft tap woke me up so I turned on my back. "That will come too, bro. Don't worry, you won't run away," Tom promised me with a laugh while carrying his cute, cute son. This is the feeling of getting married, it's so nervous that I feel sick. Tangina mixed emotions. We are currently at the altar and waiting for my fiancé. "Tangina because I miss her, I want to see her. I haven't seen my husband for a few days, I miss him so much," I told him, making him laugh. "Relax, bro. That too will come!” Tom convinced me. Everyone is here except my fiancé. Later I stood up straight because the door of the church was slowly opened and the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth was spat out.

I called out continuing to work on packing my stuff so I could leave the hospital quicker, "Anything we can help with?" a voice asked from the door, a voice Dime and I recognized, "What do you guys want?" Dime asked as she stood between the boys and me, "We just want to help and ask some questions," Brock said as he walked into the room, "Stay back!" I yelled and pulled to me, the boys immediately backed away, "We aren't here to hurt you," Tom said as he held his hands up, Tom was looking at Dime searching for Dime's love for him but was met with confusion and pain. Dime looked away from Tom and looked at me, I sighed and waved the boys in,

He cleared his throat, "Look ... umm ... I gotta hit the shower before Charlie comes ... come by later? We'll go get some lunch?" Jeremy looked at him funny, but nodding, "Sure ... later then." Tommy got in his flat and closed the door, he couldn't worry about Jeremy's suspicion of him, he's got too much to worry about already. When the water showered over him, he felt a stinging pain on his back. He looked over his shoulder at the mirror, there were scratches all over his back. Lipstick stains around his crotch and his penis. "Fuck!" He rubbed himself with soap over and over again. He leaned his face on the glass door of his shower booth, "God ... Charlie ... I'm so sorry," he whispered to

Tom muttered. "The vampire indications are real, so we must be careful. Let's go, and don't forget the trash!" Bob urged, leading Tom out. Tom, still in his janitorial disguise, finally began his role. He walked toward the far, darker end of the room to collect the waste bags. He had summoned every ounce of his bravery to do so, especially since Bob had already left without waiting. Before he could finish transferring the trash to the trolley, Tom suddenly heard a sound.

The man we all thought had died in the refinery explosion two years ago. We followed Thorne down the concrete stairs, deeper into the Council’s subterranean complex. The air grew cold. It smelled of ozone and antiseptic. The pit was a circular arena of reinforced titanium, thirty feet across. In the center stood a figure that didn't look human. Or wolf. "What the fuck is that?" I gripped the railing.

Tomoya's stomach twisted in recognition. "The dungeon," he whispered, a bitter chuckle escaping him. That cursed place was etched deeply in his memory—the very spot where he had been imprisoned, awaiting sacrifice. The memory, though blurred by Rener's deliberate interference, remained seared into Tomoya’s consciousness with a clarity that defied time. Takumi’s desperate bid to save Tomoya came at an unthinkable cost—the lives of countless others, including his own parents.

And Tom. Tom the Cracksman, born in Whitechapel in 1974, fae-touched at age seven, thief of thirty years, member of Callum Brennan's coalition from its first year, dead at age fifty-one inside a building he chose to hold standing with his own body's remaining resources while the people he worked with carried a child to safety through the east passage.