Valentino Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Nathan's heart throbbed as Valentino plopped his head onto his lap and sighed, all while still holding his hands. He couldn't believe it. The owner of Hamilton corp—Valentino—a man whose gruffness and indifference clung to him like indispensable qualities was kneeling before him. In a maid's gown at that. Valentino remained like that for what seemed like a minute, before he looked up at him again and released his hands. "I'm sorry. You're not disgusting; I'm just the one holding back stupidly. You really don't know how badly I wanna fuck you, too."

“I’m hosting a small party tonight at Eclipse. It’s kind of an intimate and exclusive event. You should both come.” Aiden’s pen stopped mid-motion. “You booked Calder’s club without speaking to him?” Valentina laughed, the sound so light and stupidly artificial. “Oh, please. He wouldn’t have cared at all, so I figured there was no reason for me to disturb him with it. I handled everything through the manager. VIP section fully reserved, open bar, the best DJ in the city. It’s already done.” She looked between us, eyes gleaming. “You have to come, boys. We’re partners, and there will be a lot of women there.”

EVE I woke up naked, wrapped in silk sheets that finally smelt like Alex again. Pushing myself up against the headboard, a steady ache rushed through my body, the events of last night coming back to me. The exhibits. The secret rooms beyond The Valley. The sounds and the private show. Alex and Me. How my New Year's kiss was more than just a peck on the lips. How even after the night he gave me, we went home and killed the last few hours of the year underneath the sheets. I smiled thinking about it all.

I don’t know what scares me more; the seizure, or the man who’s about to walk into this room, or the fact that I know where the woman he hates so much is. The door clicks open. Heavy footsteps cross the threshold. I don’t need to open my eyes to know who it is. The air in the room changes instantly, thicker, charged, and dangerous.That kind of energy that belongs only to one person. Valentino is here. The door clicks shut behind him with a soft, final sound that still manages to feel like a gunshot. Valentino fills the hospital room the same way he fills every space he enters; broad shoulders, tailored black suit, storm-gray eyes sweeping over the monitors, the IV line, and finally me. Fi an

Like he's her king or superior boss or something, she said she'll be getting Valentina. A few minutes later, Valentina walked in, her red bottom heels clicking against the wooden floor, her hair cut short but kept in a straight style, her green, sharp eyes made her look dangerous, the soft makeup complemented her natural beauty, I will confess, this Valentina is fucking gorgeous. "Alexander, it's been too long," she says, walking toward him, kissing both of his cheeks. "Valentina, this is Hazel," he says, introducing me, she turned to me, her smile didn't flutter even, she kept the same face.

She opens her mouth, then closes it, respecting Dorothy's choice to keep the incident private. Outside, Magnus approaches the packhouse with determined steps, the torn Valentine pieces safely tucked against his heart. He rehearses apologies in his mind, each one feeling inadequate compared to the hurt he's caused. The scent of Dorothy grows stronger as he nears the Beta's residence, mingled with the protective musk of her brother.

"I've never been further west than Pennsylvania. This is….it's beautiful in a completely artificial way." "Wait until you see the hotel." Dante stood, offering his hand to help her up. His custom Italian suit was slightly rumpled from the five-hour flight, making him look almost approachable instead of his usual intimidating perfection. "The Valentino Grand opening is tomorrow night. Five hundred guests, every major player in the hospitality industry. We need to be perfect." "We're always perfect," Isabella said, taking his hand. The familiar electricity sparked between them at the contact, making her breath catch. Five months of marriage and she still reacted to his touch like a teenager wi

But I couldn't say that without looking petty. "Of course not," I lied. I walked off the dance floor. I found a corner where I could watch them. Diella said something that made Everett's face go hard. She touched his chest and laughed at something. They looked perfect together, like they belonged in each other's arms. "Champagne?" A waiter appeared with a tray. "Yes. Please." I drank it too fast. "She always does this." A man's voice beside me. I turned. Zyler stood there in a black tuxedo. He looked at Diella and Everett on the dance floor.

His tongue thrust inside my slit, moving in and out like it was a dick. “Oh my. Damon, fuck.” He broke away for a second. “Mr Valentino works too.” Then he dived back into eating me like I was a meal. Was that a kink of his? Did he get turned on by being addressed as Mr Valentino? I could barely keep my hips still but that didn’t stop him. While licking around my clit, he inserted a finger in me. When it went in too easily, he added another finger. I let out a cry. “Fuck.”

I comb my fingers through my hair to mask my trembling body, then I meet his piercing, predatory, and gleaming gaze. “Do you always make it a habit of confining Savannah within the gates of your fortress, so she is excluded from the real world and her family?” I bite back. As our gazes continue to bore into one another, I can’t shake the feeling that Don Valentino is an Italian God with intense eyes and a face that is carved from stone. I doubt he’s ever cracked a genuine smile, even when he’s balls deep in some random bitch, shuddering as he comes.