Below Zero Ali Hazelwood Novels & Stories

***************** Zeus’s Mansion. When Hazel got back from the company, she met Mark and the bodyguards in a training fight. She got intrigued and decided to watch them. In the large garden, a big space was created to train for fighting purposes. Hazel sat down quietly on a bench watching them, when she heard Mark’s voice behind her. She was too focused to realize Mark left the fighting space. “Hazel can we talk” Mark spoke up behind her with his hair drenched with sweat, causing it to fall on his face. Hazel turned her back and nodded in confirmation.

There was no need to work at a place like that. Hazel’s eyes drooped a little. She put on a very sad expression. “My mama already works very hard, I don’t want to add more burden for her.” She replied pitifully. “Then, what about your father? Isn’t he rich?” Chloe asked again. Upon hearing this, Hazel lowered her face and placed her little hands on her stomach. She looked even more sad, pitiful almost. Looking at her in that state, Alexander felt something turning in his stomach and his chest tightened. What was this sour feeling he had?

-00- After an unpleasant conversation with the chatty janitor, now Calvin decided to wait for Hazel by his car. He didn't want to risk hitting someone in the building for the bad rumors they were spreading about Hazel. It's really unlucky for him to meet people he doesn't want to meet. He was still curious about what happened to Hazel. He wanted to make sure Hazel was okay before returning to his secluded home in the woods. But Hazel seemed to be working late today. It's six-fifty and Hazel isn't out of her office yet.

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.

Valor sat in the dining with his parents and his brother, Stone having dinner together, when he got a call from Collins. "Has it been done?" He asked. "Yes," Collins replied. "As I speak to you, Uncle Hazel is in City hospital, and his condition is beyond saving. You can confirm it, for the avoidance of doubt. I've sent you a video footage I was able to retrieve from the hospital." "Okay, thank you. I'll confirm it right away."

“Hazel, you must have been so scared back then. When you needed me most, I wasn’t there. I truly deserve to die. Now, I’m coming to you!” He closed his eyes as a tear slid down from the corner of his eye. Just as his finger tightened on the trigger, his assistant burst in, panting heavily. “Boss Rossi, we found Miss Hazel! She’s not dead. She went to a biological research center in Rotenberg with her mentor!”

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.

Hazel was still eyeing my clothes as if she might find a designer tag if she stared hard enough. "Trust me, if I could afford the real thing, I wouldn't take the subway to work." "Well, knockoff or not, you're looking fancy these days." She bumped my shoulder with hers. "Moving up in the world." If she only knew. I pressed the button for Mom's floor and kept my mouth shut, letting Hazel ramble about her latest Tinder disaster. Hazel's latest dating mishap involved a guy who claimed to be a venture capitalist but turned out to be living in his mom's basement. "And then he had the nerve to ask me to split the check after ordering the most expensive wine!"

There was no way Alina and I could have completely avoided one another when we were locker neighbors. Could that have been the prophecy's doing. "Zi," Alina sighed, meeting my gaze, "Are you even listening to me?" I wanted to nod my head yes but I knew she would kick my ass once she realized I really wasn't, "Sorry Angel face, what were you saying?" She groaned, "Can you believe that Mr. Greenwood gave me a B minus for that chem pop quiz. I definitely did better than that. I hope he chokes on a sausage!"