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Hazel chimed in, It was just a hunch, but it won’t hurt to check it out. “Ariel Pearl, why don’t you look into that instead?” Hazel said, and Damon agreed and said he was going to check into it. Hazel’s mind drifted to years ago, the night she helped Coyle out of the burning car. “There is a burning car!” The little Hazel had screamed out for help, but there was no one, not even a soul. Then she heard a boy cry inside the car; she scanned the place before slowly approaching the car… There was just a little fire on the car, so she ran towards the car and crouched to find a boy inside.

Throughout the entire walk in the partly dark surroundings, they looked back, watching for people who might try to nab them as they increased their pace with each passing second. Luckily, they made it back to the cabin in no time, and Hazel rushed into their room, walking to her cupboard, which was made of finely crafted wood. Swiftly, she pulled it open, drawing out a black box. She unzipped it while Finn watched her with no clue what she was searching for. After a few seconds of searching, she pulled out a huge book bound at its four corners by a metal clasp. “I cannot believe that I thought I would be studying this the entire stay at camp,” she said as she dusted the cover with her hands.

Chapter five Dave “Great, see you tomorrow, Hazel,” I smiled to her and she nodded, before standing up. “I will see you off,” Nicole said to her and she nodded once more and looked at me, I flashed her a smile and she looked away before picking up her files which I just remembered I didn’t even look at and turned to leave. But that’s okay, there is absolutely nothing in that file that I can’t find out if I want to. I looked up at Nicole to see her looking at me, there was a frown on her face, obviously, she was still not convinced that I should hire Hazel without interviewing other applicants. But she doesn’t know one thing, I don’t want those applicants, I only want Hazel, there is somethin

Hazel kept looking at her face to intimidate her but then cracked up. “Ok bi*tch.” Clara jumped up with excitement and hugged her, “That’s like my girl. Hazel was still smiling when she left and started walking towards her apartment just two blocks away. She did not forget to apply the spray before going out. She was already dreading, going to her apartment. Instead of settling in the city of Basera, she opted for Hillwood city.

When Sush’s lips pulled into a frown in a way that was demanding answers, she dropped the sheets back onto the counter and took a few steps to the left to study everything else, at which time Greg’s hand snuck in another brush - this time along her waist. Hazel had finally toned down her anxiety enough to be the fourth set of eyes she came to be, swirling her drink and assessing the redacted documents, trying to make sense of the chronology and - hopefully - finding a pattern. The silence layered, deepened like an ocean. The ruffling and flipping papers were like the hum of the underwater current - fitting and natural. So when Jade’s voice cut through the space, Hazel jumped in the high chai

The very reason why I never really into a commited relationship with anyone ever since high school. I was ready to tell Jordan about her- my childhood first love, but I stopped when I heard her name from his mouth. Jordan been talking about her non-stop ever since he met her. I want to denied that they were the same Hazel, but I can't. Deep down I know it's her. The Hazel that Jordan been talking about is really her. And the way he talked about her, it seems like he had no idea at all about who she is. Did Jordan knew Hazel is Aunt Mary's niece? Is that why he worried so much about her? But I know it's impossible since Jordan never really care about his father. But still, why did he care so

He recognized it too. A howl pierced the sky. Zen. Thunder tore through the crimson clouds. Silhouettes emerged from the woods, sprinting toward Hezel’s gates. Hunters in radiant robes. Wolves as swift as the wind. The earth birthed poisonous ivy to scale the walls. Hezel was under siege again—but this time, for me. Rogues gasped as the city they thought they’d owned was stormed by those seeking to reclaim their Red Riding Hood. Then… he came. The air shifted. Cold. Still. I turned—barely breathing—until my eyes met his.

"Stop it. I'm not that special. In fact, I'm the one who is shocked that you still want to be with a damaged girl like me." "Hazel Woods, you have no idea how much I crave you." I whispered, shaking my head and she gave me a sly smirk, dropping the sheets that were covering her breasts. I swallowed hard as she slowly placed her hand on my cock and gave it a slight stroke. "Fuck!" I hissed in response as we both maintained eye contact and she licked her lips slowly and seductively. She was such a temptress.

she reminds me, scanning the shelves for what she needs. "Shit." I dig my hands into my wet locks, gripping them tightly. "You need to tell me everything you know about him so I can figure out what to do." Hazel takes a moment before she pulls a fairly large book out from the bottom shelf, heaving it to the table where she lays it out. I immediately come to her side. "Watch the wet hair," she mutters, brushing me away a little. I oblige her, biting on the edge of my nails.

Hazel didn’t sleep. Charles’s last message stayed in her mind like a bruise she couldn’t stop pressing. Someone was poisoning Edwin. Someone in the house. Someone close. By sunrise, she already knew her next step. The birth files mentioned one name. The nurse who filed the first note. The woman who wrote switched. Hazel showered, dressed in something simple, tied her hair back, and left before anyone woke up. Emilia texted asking if she needed the morning schedule reviewed. Hazel replied once: Later.