Alastorhh Stories

May 1st, 1919 20 year-old Julienne D'Auving is returning to America after the traditional 1 year escape to Europe as all socialites of the period have before her. However, her warm welcome party has turned into one for a funeral. Her father has passed away, and without sons she was made Heiress to the Auving Cotton Co, its headquarters in the center of New Orleans Louisiana. But under the cotton bales, lays a secret. A secret known to everyone but her. May 1st, 1920 Enter Alastor Hartfelt: The Radio Heartthrob. Being of mixed origin Alastor knew he'd never really have a firm standing here in this port of Sin except in a speakeasy or recording studio, the latter in particular. For if there was one thing giving him leverage in New Orleans, it would be his abilities of detection. Without fail, Alastor has uncovered more scandals and exploits than any radio reporter in the county, but will likewise bury them with a price. At any rate, the public love the drama he presents; yet he doesn't take their affection all to seriously. To him there was nothing more enjoyable than the life of a cad... Or he thinks after a summer soiree with New Orleans' hottest topic of conversation: Julienne Auving: Cotton Countess turned Booze Baroness?

[] DISCONTINUED [] ☆ SEQUEL TO: cupid clearly hates me. ☆ "Kill him." You felt your hand shiver against the blade handle. A breath escaped past your lips, but it was lost in the air without a sound. A deep chuckle. "That wasn't a question, my love." Everything in your body was aching. It had to be done. Right? ☆ This is a Hazbin Hotel story. I do not own any of the characters or settings, except for (Y/N). ☆ ☆ Does get mature during certain chapters! ☆

my ipads about to die anyways if y'all like jambalaya and y'all like Alastor from Hazbin Hotel then read this