Tyco Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Percy’s POV: “Fuck, I’m late.” Every trace of sleep vanished from my eyes as I checked the alarm clock on the bed stand beside the bed. I junped off the bed and dashed into the bathroom. I’d been so exhausted by the time I returned to my hotel room last night. I’d spent the whole of yesterday touring the city of New York and meeting with potential investors for the business I was about to set up in the city. For the most part, it had gone well. Most didn’t want to hear much of what I had to say immediately after they heard I was related to the Robert Henderson. Most of them started to act as though they were talking to God himself.

After watching for a moment, Harvey York casually donated a few rockets that then showed up on screen. Hazel Malone noticed the rockets and showed a warm smile. “Thank you for the rockets, Mr. Tycoon! “If you guys don’t know, Mr. Tycoon is the top Bro on the leaderboards! He doesn’t go online much, but he gives a lot of stuff every time he does! “I love you, Mr. Tycoon!” Hazel dragged Yvonne Xavier over, who still seemed extremely awkward, to greet Mr. Tycoon.

"Follow me. I'll show you where you'll work." We entered the VIP section of the underground club, and my eyes widened at the scene. LED lights pulsed in a riot of colors, casting wild shadows on the tiles, while thumping music vibrated through the air. The stench of cocaine and cigarettes hit me like a wave, turning my stomach. As my vision adjusted, horror gripped me—it was an indoor orgy. Wealthy older men, some familiar from Ethan's business circles, were entangled with women in the same uniform, the women moving in a drugged haze. Oh, hell no. My pulse raced, and I froze, praying to blend into the shadows and avoid their attention.

Boss noticed and sighs " look Tiger, for this plan to work we need to put grudges aside and cooperate, I built this empire to achieve this mission you two must not mess it up " Tiger nods " yes sir " " You know what happened was a mistake so I promise to get rid of this young man the way you like it " Roger said . Tiger nods " good, don't use mistake and kill the lady you see in the picture next to him unless I'll kill you myself " " Of course, of course " Roger said chucking. [UNDERGROUND BASE] LIAM'S LAYER TORTURE ROOM . *This Base is not known to public, even Sabrina do not know about it , only the Reynolds and Rylan. *

Foxy and Crow ordered, the bustling hall suddenly became empty and quiet. Holy Tiger walked down and sat on the luxurious and expensive sofa with the two women in his embrace. On the two arms of the couch was something unique, there were eight human skulls. “How do I address you?” Holy Tiger smiled as he looked at Tyr and asked. Tyr answered straightforwardly, “Tyr Summers.” “Tyr Summer!” Holy Tiger thought a bit. It was as if he was trying to find this name in his brain. He then said, “I have never heard of your name in Six Doors. Are you new?”

He lowered his gun to Lucas's groin, and my eyes widened in horror. “N-no please, Mr. Dexter, not there. Please…” Lucas screamed, stumbling backward away from him, but Luscious went after him, grabbed his neck, and… click. Bang! “Ahh…HHHHH!!!” Lucas screamed, collapsing on the floor. He clutched his groin, screaming frantically. Luscious stared down indifferently at him and turned away, walking back to the table. I watched in horror as blood pooled beneath Lucas. He's a monster.

I don’t have much time to dwell on the mystery behind the man in the room I checked into and neither do I want to be late for my appointment, so I wipe my silent tears, put on my dress from yesterday, pick up my bag and dash out of the room. At the front desk, I slam the room card which startles the receptionist. “There is a man in my room!” I state as my gaze darkens. Her mouth opens a few times and closes with words stuck in her throat. She must be in shock and I don’t have any time for that, so I leave without waiting to entertain her pleas and explanation. I promise to be back with the police. I hop out of the cab as soon as it pulls over in front of a tall skyscraper with the eye-catchi

Marlowe International, the premier global hospitality company renowned for luxury hotels and resorts around the world, had been featured in the same magazine I appeared in last month. It finally sank in. “You’re a Marlowe,” I whispered, disbelief and awe lacing my voice. “You actually own this hotel.”

“Perhaps tomorrow you can present me with someone… suitable. Otherwise, consider your tenure here concluded.” “Yes, sir,” Tracy mumbled, turning to leave. “Tracy?” Damian’s voice stopped her just as she reached the door. “Have them send up a bottle of wine. It’s been an exceptionally tedious day.” “Yes, sir,” Tracy replied politely, but as the door clicked shut behind her, a silent growl of frustration rumbled in her chest. Damian Loft wasn’t just arrogant; he was a thoroughly unpleasant and entitled jerk!

There was a damp patch appearing on the hill in front of his dark trousers. “Hell.” He swore. “Ms. Sands – Macy. I’m sorry to subject you to this, but I really need to come. If you could turn away so I can…” Immediately, Macy whirled away from him. She went to stand across the room, keeping her back to him. The sound of a zipper being drawn and some fumbling reached her ears. Soon enough, the slick sound of skin against skin echoed in the otherwise silent room. Muffled moans came from him as he jerked himself off, and the obscene, lewd sounds made her cheeks and ears burn.