Below Zero Ali Hazelwood Novels & Stories

In the soft glow of the evening, as the day gently faded into twilight, Axel sat across from Hazel, a warm smile playing on his lips. Hazel, who worked as a nanny under Axel's employ, had just returned from her first day of college, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and exhaustion. "Tell me about your day, Hazel. How was your first day of college?" Axel's voice was filled with genuine interest and curiosity, his eyes reflecting the deep respect and appreciation he held for Hazel's dedication and hard work.

His hesitation appeared to irritate the Alpha further. Harrison stammered and began to cough, clearly struggling to respond to Alpha Riel's question. The Alpha's patience wore thin, and he raised his voice, demanding a clear answer. His frustration was evident, and it was clear that he shared a trait with Hawthorne – a dislike for being kept waiting. In the end, Harrison could do nothing but nod.

I’m several thousand dollars richer and about to settle into a penthouse. And to think: only a few short months ago, I was sobbing as I scrambled to pick up the shattered ashes of a life I thought I wanted. “I gotta get back to work,” Hazel sighs. She casts one last glance around the office and chuckles. “Let me know if he comes crashing in on a parachute. Or a pumpkin carriage. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if he sweeps you off to some magical palace and goes down on you for five hours straight.”

The year I started middle school, my parents solemnly handed my sister and me each a bank card. "This is your college fund. There's 100,000 dollars in each one. The password is your birthday. Don't touch it unless it's truly an emergency." I listened. I treated that card like a treasure. I never bought a single new piece of clothing. Even my worn-out canvas shoes got patched with glue and worn again. I thought that if I was just responsible enough, I'd live up to my parents' idea of "fairness." Then, after the SATs ended, I wanted to use the money on the card for a graduation trip with my classmates. Instead, the ATM screen flashed a number that burned my eyes: [Balance: $0.00]. At th

She is so cute that it hurts. Hazel's POV It's been a week since I started working at Heritage Affairs and to tell you what?, I totally enjoy it. My boss is the most considerate man I've ever worked with and it puzzles me a lot. He's different from other CEOs , he's soft-spoken, patient, considerate and above all cheerful. I enjoy every minute I spend working with him, he's the best. "I just rescheduled the appointment you were supposed to have with Mr Howard James"

“She’s Hazel Watts, the maid who cleans the room of Crimson Pack’s Alpha. I paid her for some inside information but never thought I’d be ready to hear such things.” The veins in Herny’s neck were almost popping. He looked like he was ready to kill, in fact. With furrowed eyebrows, I flipped through the file and had the same feeling of disgust. “Damn!” I cursed as I read her medical file. Hazel was only twenty years old when she lost her parents in an attack. Not only was she captured to be a maid of their alpha, but she was also used as a punching bag. Her every little mistake was tantamount to a punishment worse than what thieves in the Dark Moon Pack were receiving.

"Hezell now has an agreement with Jerome Nichols, which gives him access to most of the places in the human city," Hazel informed as they stepped foot into the woods at the other end of the city. Sarah bent beside Neon, who placed a hand on the ground with her eyes closed. "You hear that? If this woods isn't it, we're as good as dead because a certain witch will find and unalive us." "Maybe if you don't whisper that into my ears every three minutes, I'd be more focused," Neon opened her eyes and glared at Sarah.

It makes him feel safe, knowing that she's secure. "Hey, that was one time." Jackson frowns. Hazel rolls her eyes, like she does to everything. How the hell am I supposed to tell my angel that her two favorite people are dead? "You were kicked out of three Walmarts when you were twenty because you knocked over isles on accident." Abigael laughs loudly. I flinch. "Bertha is pretty clumsy too. Lets pray Sheila doesn't take up after either of them in that department." Hazel pipes up, laughing. Abigael joins in, and even Jack laughs a little.

her mom's voice echoed through the house. "I will, in the cafeteria," Hazel replied in a hurry. She waved her hand as she hopped into her old Honda Accord. Hazel Colton, a new intern at a reputable city hospital, recently joined after her family moved to this small town two years ago, oblivious to its history. Despite having the option to work in a renowned urban hospital, she chose to be with her family and contribute to the local community. Hazel is a bubbly girl with a belief in spreading love to every corner of the world. "Oh, my God," Hazel exclaimed when she spotted a pup lying unconscious on the side of the road.

But Hazel was their friend, and they knew how hard she worked in order to get Hanz’s attention. Hazel Trent was the class monitor of Class One. In the school, she ranked third, just behind Yan Bouchard. Also, even if she belonged to one of the richest families in Altair as well, she behaved like a scholar student. She wore the school uniform properly, and acted as a good leader. Since Year One, she had fallen for Hanz Jensen, but the boy never paid her attention, which was okay. After all, Hanz Jensen paid attention to no one.