Ali Hazelwood Book Order Novels & Stories

Everything I’d been grinding for since I was a kid. I shoved the phone back in my pocket, glancing once more at the locker until I heard a footstep approach. Hazel came down the hallway, her hair pulled back in its usual two braids with a pink ribbon, her arms wrapped around a stack of books. She was walking fast, probably on her way out after another marathon library session. She slowed down when she saw me, her brow furrowing. “Jaxon?” I shoved my hands into my hoodie pocket, gave her a bright smile, I didnt want her to notice any change in my mood. “Hey.”

The line only rings twice before a warm voice answers, “Rosewood Café, good morning! May I take your order?” “Good morning,” I reply, matching their energy. “This is Professor Hazel from the university. I’d like to order a large cappuccino and a giant chocolate muffin, please.” “Of course. Will that be all, miss?” “Yes, thank you. Could someone deliver it to my lecture hall?” “No problem. What lecture hall?” “I think… Hall Six.” There’s a light chuckle on the other end. “Occult studies, huh? Your order will be there within thirty minutes. Will that be cash or card?”

If she could get the right one, she could make Callan sleep deeply—without him realizing what she was about to do. Hazel slid out of bed, moving quietly through the halls. She hadn’t seen Benny, the old maid, around in a while. That was another thing that felt off. But she had no time to focus on that now. The healer’s hut stood at the edge of the pack house, its door closed but not locked, hazel Pushed it open gently Hazel hesitated. Then, she stepped inside. The air was stuffy with the scent of dried herbs. Wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with glass jars and powders.

"Then I will arrange for it to be sent out. Although I don't see how that would help him with his situation. The glass might not work for the vampire." As they discussed, Hazel knocked on their office door before peeping into the office. "Hey, can I come in?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked from one Alpha to the other. "Come in. Is there something you need?" Dylan asked after noticing the hesitation in her steps. Hazel looked around the office curiously; it was the first time she had entered and was surprised by its interior. Taking in the grand but minimalist space, her eyes caught the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf on the side of the office, and her face brightened up

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

It’s unhealthy. So, naturally, I take it upon myself to fix it. It takes a bit of wrangling to get all the pieces into place, and a hell of a lot is riding on the weather doing what it’s supposed to, but by mid-morning the ball is rolling. Hazel needs to pick up a supply delivery from Hollowrock. A handful of barrels stored near the old watchtower halfway down the ridge road. Normally, she’d drag two juniors with her. Today, she’s getting Jace.

[HAZEL'S HOUSE] It was a dark room. The lights were off. The night city light cast its soft glow on the room. Hazel stood by the window. The gentle breeze was blowing her hair softly. A bottle was in her hand. A Liquid. Her eyes were dark as she stared at the contents written on the bottle. Sulfuric acid. She rolled the bottle in her palm with a cruel smirk. "You think this is over, Ixora?" she laughed menacingly.

It was gift time. Hazel presented hers first — a large, hand-bound scrapbook wrapped in silver ribbon and covered in pressed rose petals. Everyone leaned closer as Annabelle carefully untied the ribbon and opened the scrapbook. The first page held a candid photo of two teenage girls in mismatched uniforms - Hazel flashing a mischievous grin, Annabelle shyly smiling beside her. Below it, a caption read in Hazel's handwriting: 'Two strangers, one friendship that survived every storm.'

AXEL’S HOME It was night already, and Hazel had been worried sick about Axel, who had stepped out looking furious. After several attempts to check on him in his room, she decided to sit and read her books while awaiting his arrival. Hazel was two hours into her book when she suddenly heard the thunderous sound of gunshots. She froze on the spot as fear gripped her. Her palms turned sweaty, and her throat ran dry. Her hands found her reading plateau, and beads of sweat formed on her head. In one move, she ran to her window, gripping it tight as the thought of Axel invaded her mind. A chilling wave of fear cascaded through her as the possibility of Axel being involved in the gunfire gripped he

Well then, if I can't fill the missing piece of my soul with love, I will choose the next thing. Power. The door suddenly knocks, I mutter a 'come in' before picking up my pen again. Work isn't going to wait for me to sort out my non-existent love life. The door clicks open and the scent of gardenia flowers and rain swirls over to me mixed with a scent of... mud? I look up as Hazel comes inside and my eyebrow lifts. She's dripping wet, hair and clothes clinging to her body and muddy splatters all over her. I had sent her to the residence of the pack warriors where a false delivery had been placed and I wanted that book quickly.