Helluva Family (18+) [Old]

Helluva Family (18+) [Old]

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Jack was always a lonely guy. Ever since he was 6, he fended for himself in the living hell that was New York. He's now 21 and a mechanic for a small town business. Everything looks to be going well for him until he runs into a stranger, not knowing it will change his life forever. Join Jack as he watches his world get turned upside down and now faces new challenges in a whole new world... Hell I do not own any of the Hazbin hotel, or Helluva boss characters. (Also all art in this book is drawn by me.)
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