Ali Hazelwood Book Order Novels & Stories

"I didn't bring any. The inspection this year is tighter." "That's true," Hazel said sadly but grinning widely at her. "But I managed to smuggle over 20 books. Do you want to borrow?" Her eyes twinkled in delight. "I need 3." "Gotya! Wait for me!" Hazel hurried into the next door. Jewel waited a few minutes before the girl showed up again carrying a paper box. "Come on, get it inside and don't be caught by the dorm's mistress!" Jewel shook her head and chuckled. "Thanks," she said.

"I didn't want to be late," Hazel said, keeping her voice as calm as possible. She didn't mention that she’d been up since four in the morning, jumping at every sound outside her window, worried that it might be Brock and his brother coming to collect their money. Or that the early bus was the only way she felt safe getting to the city. Maxwell nodded once. "Good," he said. "Come into my office." Hazel grabbed her notebook and followed him. She watched him sit behind the massive desk that seemed to make him look even more powerful. She was still in disbelief that this was the same man she had dared to insult.

* Hazel’s Suite Hazel could be seen sketching, her pencil moved with grace and precision, her sketchbook coming alive with the whisper of lead on paper. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration, her brow furrowed in a fierce intensity, as she poured her heart and soul into the design. The dress was taking shape, a flowing masterpiece of silk and lace, with intricate details that seemed to dance across the page. Noah's entrance was met with a glance, a flicker of acknowledgment before Hazel's focus snapped back to her work. But as he approached, his smile gentle and encouraging, Hazel's expression softened, her eyes lighting up with a warm smile.

Hazel answered honestly; there were a lot of things that made up a relationship… like her being aware of stuff in his life first before any other lady. She was shattered earlier because Selene knew about his plans to send Uncle Arthur to jail, but she had no idea. She had to find out from the news, and this made her think of her parents…she was never going to be anyone’s first choice. Hazel handed the coffee to Mia and Tasha, who for some reason had stopped arguing. “So Hazel, do you want to talk?” Tasha asked, and Hazel shook her head in denial. “You know I grew up with my stepmom, right?” Mia questioned, and Hazel nodded; she knows Mia’s stepbrother was the owner of Apex.

She shrugged while trying to fix the bag strap on her shoulder. Despite the rivalry, Noah could not stop himself from smiling at her jibe. Hazel bowed her head in respect and turned to enter the house. *** Dustin was bringing the cardboard cartons down. “Geez Hazel! This one is loaded. What have you put in there? Condoms?” “Shut the f*ck up Dustin.” Hazel rolled her eyes while Ivy had started laughing. She was supposed to leave the next morning for Basera city. Mrs. Olivia had arranged a small accommodation for her with a reasonable kitchen where she could easily prepare shampoos.

There was a photograph on top. Hazel, outside a building I recognized immediately. Valentino Enterprises. She was walking out with Reed Ashford beside her, holding a folder against her chest, hair down and dressed sharp. She wasn't looking at the camera. She wasn't even looking at anything in particular. She was just moving forward with this expression on her face that I had never once seen when she was living in my house. She looked certain. Like a woman who knew exactly what she was doing and where she was going. Hazel was now working for the Valentino’s? Of all the companies she could work with she choose our enemies, she choose our biggest rival’s company.

he orders me. "Flames?" I hear Zak ask in surprise as he remains standing, his eyes furrowed in confusion as he looks across at me. Turning my head, I raise a brow at him but don't say a word. "I said, get the f**k out" the Pres shouts at me. "What the f**k is she doing in here prospect?" "She came in a few minutes ago, I said if she wanted to leave her CV on the counter you'd get back to her, or she could come back tomorrow. Instead of leaving, she marched on through here" he exclaims defensively as he takes in his Pres' furious expression.