Valentino Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

He turned away from her, letting the back of his chair face her. “So remember that and get out of my room... and one more thing, your free entry and exit from my room, I do not appreciate it, so you are hereby prohibited from entering my room, even if Clara runs into it. Now leave!” he ordered and Kimora stumped her foot on the ground before walking out of the room. She was infuriated and all this was because of Violet. She wanted the chance to be the wife to the family’s heir, but no, she lost the chance to someone else.

Valentino growled, "All these jerks, who call themselves my friends are too busy with their girls to give me any more attention. I'm like a piece of trash for them these days." Damien who was trying his best not to laugh until now suddenly burst out laughing, "No, we are not. It's not our fault that you are not dating anyone." Valentino pouted, "I don't find anyone appealing... Besides, I'm happy with my single status that gives girls a way to hit on me." He winked at me. Damien snorted, "Just admit it already, you haven't found anyone yet." He sighed, "Admitted."

"You came back to your owner's arms." Valentino was getting ready to return to the factory that same morning. He was wearing an elegant black suit, without a tie, only a white shirt under the jacket with three loose buttons at the top. He checked the time on his watch, which indicated that it was already getting late. Although many might think he was enjoying his honeymoon, the reality was completely different. He had no need to hide it, since it was Athena who decided to return earlier than planned.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

Ray Valisteen. The first time I saw him, he was sitting at our kitchen table, a place far too humble for someone who looked like he belonged on the cover of a luxury magazine. His suit was sharp enough to cut through steel, his smile easy, almost disarming. But it was his eyes that struck me—dark, calculating, and cold. I was only fourteen, but I wasn’t stupid. Men like him didn’t show up out of nowhere. He wasn’t here for a simple family dinner.

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

He was small, but you had to take him with a spoon of salt because he wasn’t your average flamboyant person. Crossing his arms over his chest, Corbin glared at him. “Valentino, what the fuck have you been up to?” Valentino’s shoulders slumped, pulling his legs up onto the boulder. He hugged them and shrugged. “It’s your own fault for leaving me alone for so long. I got bored,” he answered, blinking his eyes innocently at Corbin. Corbin looked at him dumbfounded, “So fucking around and kidnapping our mates was done out of boredom?”

I mean, I can be who I am around her with no one judging me, and I guess that made our bond stronger. “Damn, son!” Zach whispered awestruck as he glued his eyes on Valentine and Valerie. Valentine was one of the few guys in this school that have been hit by puberty real hard. He has this average masculine build that quite familiar to every jocks, his eyes were strikingly and uniquely dyed jet black that seemed to pull you close like a black hole whenever you stare at it, his lips were so kissable, and of course, he got that style that seemed attractive mostly for insecure girls. He’s basically the definition of perfection in close comparison to Adonis, but he’s definitely a sworn fuckboy and

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.

She wiped a stray hair from her face and pulled out her phone, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "Leaving so soon? You should stay," she whispered, her voice dropping to a deadly chill. "I have something that’s going to go viral in Vetty Veil, and I thought the first Lady of the team should get a sneak peek. I told you I’d destroy you both. He’s a star, Valentina. You’re just the girl who drove the car." She turned the screen toward me. It was a video. Crystal clear. There was Harold, still wearing his Vipers Captain’s jersey. He was at the back entrance of a high-end hotel. But he wasn't alone. A man with jet-black hair and a sharp jawline was waiting for him.