Ali Hazelwood Books Novels & Stories

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.

Finishing the last bit of food on her plate, Hazel walked over to the side of the table to grab Luca's plate too and put it outside the door for the servants. She caught sight of the strange book she had borrowed from the library, the one about the inner wolf. She scoffed to herself. She hasn't really read anything more ridiculous. She grabbed the plate of the table, realizing there was piece of paper lying just beneath the book. Her brows drew together, forming a tense line in the middle. Carefully, she slipped the note out from under the book. Carefully unfolding the note, her brows furrowed even more as she realized it was another ash note.

I huff and cut the call. After taking my bath,I wore new shorts and mopped my wet hair with the towel. Luca sent some files to me to check them before going to sleep,I grabbed one of my laptops and started working in the bed. Shortly,The door opened and Hazel walked inside. She's wearing her normal baggy clothes,Her hair dripping water at intervals. Her hands were on both sides of her laps, clutching her jeans nervously with her head bowed. "Is there a problem?"I ask, dropping my laptop beside me.

My mind is filled with thousands of questions, and someone only Hazel needs to and can give me the answers. John walks towards my desk with a questioning look etched on his oval-shaped face, and this thick lash does nothing to hide the confusion in his brown eyes. "Why is Hazel here, Andrea?" John asks the same question I asked myself when I caught a glimpse of her standing two feet in my office. "Well, She showed up this morning, apparently, she is the head of accounting for stohlman, the mega-corporation we merged with.

Hazel hit her phone on the wall, she pushed her hair back in frustration. "Ma! Are you alright?" "Get lost, I want to be left alone.' Her driver bows then leaves her, Hazel wants to be left alone, she hates her life, hearing those words from the woman in jail, Hazel is the elderly woman in the hoodie who visited Camille Kyle, she feels betrayed, her husband's illegitimate daughter is right under the same roof with her, she had been caring for her even though, she doesn't love Barbara, at least, she was a mother figure to Barbara.

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.”

"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.

“He doesn’t know yet.” “Yet,” Rhea echoed softly. “The favorite word of every tragedy.” I ignored that, though my heart picked up a little. Hazel shifted, turning her full attention to me on the bed. She had taken off her sheet mask already, her face half-dry, but her gaze sharp and alive. “Jazz,” she said, and her voice was softer now. Dangerous. “You can’t put this in a box and hope the box disappears.” “I’ve lived nine years with boxes,” I said. “Some of them behave just fine.”

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.

I just hate having another person apart of this. “Help me gather some things, and then we can head to your motel to grab your things.” I nod, and Nick and I start grabbing whatever she tells us to. I pull out a couple books she tells me to, while she runs upstairs to grab some clothes. I bend down to the bottom shelve, and when I do I see a book shelved behind the rest. It’s small, black and covered in dust. I pull it out and blow the dust off, but before I can look through it, Hazel’s already back downstairs, yelling at us to move. I throw it on top of the batch and and we go to Hazel’s suv. Nick’s sad about leaving his car, but it makes more sense to change up the car and this one has more