Tom Trench Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Rex was holding something in his hands, looking over at us, waiting. "Do it," Damian sneered, his breath tickling my ear. I watched in horror as Rex turned to the entrance, pressing a button on the detonator in his hand, which sent a rush of rocks tumbling down over the entrance of the tomb with Troy still inside. #

"Maybe Agent Rhodes is right. Maybe I am the problem." Colt crossed to me in three strides. "Listen to me. You are not responsible for evil men making evil choices. Tommy is missing because someone wants to hurt this club. That is not on you." "But—" "No buts. You are staying here. Safe. End of discussion." Before I could argue, Hammer burst into the office. "Boss, we got something. Traffic cam caught a black van following Tommy's bike. Plates were covered, but we tracked it to an abandoned warehouse on the east side."

"Alright, stop joking around. Come to the Hall of Herbs whenever you are free today. I'll be waiting for you!" Chad hung up the telephone. Apart from finding his sister, that was the only thing he had been concerned about over the last few years. Chad would feel less guilty if Fentanyl could regain his sense of pain and live a normal life. When Chad took a taxi back to Temple Road, he noticed Toby and Herman, the cultural restoration expert, overseeing people repairing the Hall of Herbs' door. At that point, Wobble, whom Chad had met in the night market, blocked Chad's path. "Chad is back!"

I tease. “Hurry,” he growls, voice thick with lust. “I revoke my rejection,” I say, staring right into his eyes. He looks stunned. Truly stunned. Like I just handed him the moon. Zoe and I reach down at the same time, finding the hard length of him under the thin hospital gown. We bunch the fabric up, exposing his cock, skin-to-skin contact sparking through all of us. Zoe leans in and sucks on her matemark. I let my fangs slide free and scrape them across Tomas’s skin.

” Tom ~”You really think I am going to satisfy you and I get none? The limo drive to The Hamilton it tense. Tom has his hands all over me. He sets every part of my body alight. He brings me close but stops as soon as it starts. He forgets that we going to a hotel. Tom ~”Is this not your ex boy toy's hotel?” Veronica ~”Yes but I must remind you that we have a share in this hotel as well.” Tom ~”Oh yes I forgot about that. So I must play nice then.”

Thank goodness, Duncan was willing to smuggle in two cheeseburgers for me to eat. If it weren't for the familiar annoyances around me, the pretentious atmosphere, the familiar faces, and with Duncan eternally dealing with legal documents related to the Aesthete family, and Ethan gloomily talking with Matteo in the corner, I would never have the feeling that I was waking up. I really did urgently need some information to call forth that familiar pattern of thinking in my mind. Just then, one morning, Tommy came into my ward. His expression was unusually serious. "Hi, Hailey," he walked to my bedside and held my hand, "you need to know some important things."

Tom's POV "I don't understand what you're saying," I was in Finn's hideout. The gnarly one that was found downtown New York. The same one that made my skin crawl every single time I walked into it. Not because it repulsed me. But because it reminded me too much of the past. The past before Tom Harrison that got married to Eve. It wasn't a very sightly one. And I hated anything that reminded me of that past. Anything like the tall buff men standing at the door, laughing among themselves behind me.

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

Tom saw the dark energy congregating to a mass of a sinister yet alluring embodiment amidst the wrenching man chattering until with a wave of his hand the mass of energy turned tail and flew away, obviously sent on an errand. Immediately he left the confines of the shack running in front of Horemarkhet, he let out a strong and long breath, savoring the feel of fresh air on his face again and escaping the gut wrenching aura of the old man's shack. Excusing himself for a while, he ran out to the edge of the cliff and gave out a loud retch when he saw something flitting by the corner of his eyes, and a loud wail from a shack

Down below, hidden from aerial view by the natural outcropping of rocks, lies a concrete bunker. On the other side is the elevated guard tower and a different dirt road that leads to what appears to be an underground parking lot. “This is it!” Tom’ eyes gleam the bright blue of his wolf. His aura is a bold red-orange. He’s ready for battle. “I don’t see or hear anyone around but I’m going in closer. Stay here and keep an eye out, okay?” “Be careful, Tom.” “I will.” He shifts and lands on all fours, already in stride.