Valentino Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

A slow smile grew over her face as she delicately took hold of the mic, bringing it close to her lips. “Oh, didn’t you know?” she said. “I own the Hotel.” Harrison’s mouth dropped open. “What…?” “Of course,” Valeria said casually, as though she hadn’t upended the entirety of pack society with that one sentence. “VR Limited.” She smirked at Harrison. “I’m the V.”

The ballroom of the Imperial Hotel was a cavernous, gilded nightmare. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen explosions from the ceiling, their light reflecting off the freshly waxed floors. This was the venue for the Valentine’s Gala, the stage where Ethan and I were supposed to perform the ultimate lie. The air was thick with the scent of lilies and floor polish. A string quartet stood in the corner, tuning their instruments—the discordant scrapes and plucks of the violins setting my teeth on edge.

Alvarez’s laughter rolled above it all, oblivious to the fact that his secret had already slipped away. Valentina rose smoothly, glass in hand, her smile the same red blade it had been all evening. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” she purred. “I think I’ll freshen up.” No one stopped her. No one even noticed. Men rarely did when they thought they were the hunters. The Venezia Club’s powder room was dim, lined with gilt mirrors and velvet benches, perfume and smoke hanging heavy in the air. Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet.

No public statement. Valentino was handling it privately. “Good,” the uncle murmured. “Should we send the next message?” the sniper asked. “No.” The uncle smiled faintly. “Let him drown first.” Back at the estate, Valentino stood in the security room alone. He replayed the seven seconds of darkness over and over. Seven seconds. That was all it took. His phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered immediately. “You look tired,” his uncle’s voice came smoothly.

As soon a shay reached the office door she could here loud talking, she took a deep breath before knocking on the door slightly. "Come in" Mr Hyin voice bumped on the door. Shay slowly turned the doorknob and let herself in, she saw him around his desk and a teenage looking girl standing Infront him with her hands on her hips. She had brown straight hair, round face and same complexion as Mr Hyin. Definitely Koreans Shay thought. "Glad you finally decided to joined us Miss Valentine, first day and you're late" Mr Hyin said irritated. "I'm sor--- " This is Sun Hi my younger sister.... Sun Hi meet Miss Valentine your nanny" he introduce cutting Shay off.

When we were close Valentina shouted Anabelle’s and Mandy’s name even though we were in an art gallery and she should really not shout, but I guess Valentina did everything in her own way. Only a second passed and all four of us were already rushing across the street, and yes, Valentina was still dragging me behind her until we entered the restaurant, and she stopped in front of the hostesses stand, “We are here to meet with someone waiting for Anastasia Henderson.” The hostess just kept looking at us with her eyes wide open and if we were not in such a weird situation, I would actually laugh at the comic expression she had on her face. After a few moments she got back to her senses somewhat

"Then there's Valentino." Tasha’s eyes lit up. "I remember him! He's who I want to be when I grow up." Amir chuckled. "Valentino is awesome. And he's probably the only one I'm actually close to. He's really grounded and down to Earth once you get to know him. Not only did he graduate top of his class at Harvard, start multiple charities, and is a fashion icon…he has the biggest heart of any of the MANE cousins." "Well I can't wait to see him." Natasha smiled. “Can’t wait to get to Calabasas.”

I said like he didn’t understand. My good friend watches me like I’m some kind of stupid human who doesn’t know what’s he’s doing. “But in Venice? Why in Venice, Nico? You know who is living in Venice! You told me that you never wanted your name to be known but now, of all the places you wanted to expand your business you really choose Venice?” Valentino was gritting his teeth as he whispered to me. “Venice has some nice tourists spots. I can make a lot of profit there and besides I am not going to handle the hotel’s management. It will be the President of ELVs, Sebastian Vergara, your half cousin.”

“Why would I be mad? It sounds amazing. The perimeter needs securing—my team can help with that—but I’m all in. Show me around.” His words were met with an infectious grin as she grabbed his hand and pulled him through the front door with hurried eagerness. With no one in the foyer, they winded their way to the back. He took note of the layout. Single-story structure with a fresh coat of yellow paint, offices leading off a central hallway that split at the end. They turned left. More doors to the right. “Who’s Valentino? Does he run the place?” “He’s a little young for that. He’s one of the orphans. Valentino’s been here from birth. He was a newborn—found in a dumpster on Valentine’s Day, th

Valentino! He was still trying to catch his breath. Einille’s heart leaped for a while. Her anger subsides a bit upon witnessing Vale. He looked worried. What could be his problem that he came here in a hurry? “Good evening, everyone!” he smiled through his greeting. He made his usual mannerisms of putting his hands on the pocket, then confidently walked in. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Hero asked dangerously. Vale grinned and stood near Einille, “I’m Valentino,” he casually put her arms to her shoulder.