Novel & Cerita Ali Hazelwood Books

The girl said. Hazel immediately took advantage of Chase's distraction. She checked if her mask was firmly on place first before gathering her things up. She could hear Chase talking to the girl but she didn't pay attention to what he was saying. She had to get away from him, from the place. After gathering her things up, she quickly evaded him and ran towards the stairs. "Hey, wait!" He called. "Chase!" The girl whined again.

His steps were purposeful as he made his way toward Hazel's room. As he neared the slightly ajar door, he caught a glimpse of Hazel's long legs — a sight that sparked a subtle desire. Pushing the door open gently, he entered the room, finding Hazel peacefully sprawled on the couch, lost in slumber. A book rested on her chest, a testament to her likely intention to indulge in some late-night reading. Hazel's room, an intimate sanctuary of books and untidiness, held the remnants of a tranquil night. Books scattered across the floor bore witness to intellectual pursuits, a reflection of Hazel's inquisitive mind.

Hazel said, her voice quiet but determined. “Good,” I said. “Keep at it. You’ll get better with time.” *** Hazel’s POV The next day, I went back to the hut to practice with Mara the healer but when I entered, I saw three girls around my age talking to each other. “And who are you?” One of them who had blonde hair and blue eyes stared at me with disgust. She looked like those blonde girls one would see on television modeling for big companies. “I’m Hazel,” I smiled at them.

They held oily rags in their hands as Hazel directed them, "You four go to the east, and you four go to the west. Make sure you don't get caught, understood?" "Understood!" Hazel hid behind a big tree and watched as eight people quickly disappeared into the woods. I waited for a long time, but the fire did not light up. She furrowed her brow and said, "What happened? Isn't it burning yet?" "What was burning?" Suddenly, a voice sounded. Hazel didn't react immediately and replied, "Burn the village! It would be better if we burn them all to death!" After speaking, she stood still for a moment, slowly turned around, and saw Zoey standing behind her, arms crossed, calmly looking at her.

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.

Hazel tried to open it, but without the key, it was impossible. After examining everything, she placed the items back where she had found them and pressed the door open button. Seeing Sully standing at the door, Hazel invited her inside. The two of them began studying the room together. "This secret room looks pretty normal, doesn’t seem to hold any secrets. As for these books, they seem to be rare editions, quite valuable for collectors," Sully commented. It wasn’t until Sully pointed it out that Hazel realized these books didn’t look very new, so it made sense that her parents had a small hobby of collecting books.

you can think of. And stay tuned because book three: Before Hazel, will feature the five years of Hazel’s life as his secretary, and will capture things from Alan’s pov and Hazel’s (including all the things Hazel missed, like her asshole boss’ crush on her, and how she started as a stripper, and what led to her final straw the day she quit being his secretary) but for now stick around for EVE AND ADAM (ft so many scenes of Hazel and Alan) see ya x !

I was already imagining peaceful days spent gathering eggs and milking cows. Once the hardest period passed, good news seemed to arrive one after another. Originally, I’d been deeply anxious after realizing the zombies were becoming smarter. If another corpse wall like that appeared again, I genuinely felt like the stress alone would shorten my lifespan. But after surviving that siege, the zombie bird stopped staying hidden inside the attic every day. For the sake of its unborn chicks, it constantly circled above the estate instead. Any zombie foolish enough to approach the walls was immediately attacked by the creature, its sharp beak tearing straight into their flesh and organs without mer

Hazel was her niece—the daughter of her own sister—but Cassandra had no idea where that fiery courage had come from. Hazel was nothing like Cassandra or the late Camilla, both of whom had been far too submissive and had ultimately allowed themselves to be taken advantage of by worthless men. She wasn’t anything like Daniel either—Hazel’s father, a coward and a traitor. So where had Hazel gotten a backbone made of steel? Cornered, Grayson finally handed Hazel a financial ledger. Hazel scrutinized every figure and transaction date recorded inside, making sure nothing had been overlooked. “I’m taking this ledger with me. Now prepare a written statement confirming that the debt has been paid in

Hazel walked over to her duffel bag, unzipped it, and pulled out one of her old, inexpensive office outfits—a simple navy blue pencil skirt and a plain white blouse. "What are you doing?" Chloe asked, pausing with the teapot in her hand. "I have to go to the Vanguard building," Hazel said flatly, her voice entirely stripped of emotion. "Are you insane?" Chloe demanded, setting the pot down with a harsh clatter. "Hazel, you are absolutely not going back there."