Below Zero Ali Hazelwood Novels & Stories

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.

Hazel blinked and said, "Thank you." "You're welcome." She looked at Leo and said " We are no longer going to Global anymore rather I'm going to my company." *** Hazel parked the car in the underground parking lot of HAB and took the elevator with Leo to her office floor. She was not early today, about half an hour later than the company's designated work time. Therefore, when they got out of the elevator, the secretaries were already working. Hazel stood on this piece of land of Hab and felt a lot of emotions. It was not easy for it to return to her hands. After her mother passed away, she had not come back here.

“Since when does Hazel have family close enough to chat every damn day? I’ve never heard her mention them.” “Her parents live in Riverton, small city up north, a few hours from New York,” Jordan replied. “Her old man — Thomas Wood — runs a chain of family-owned vineyards. Her mom, Elaine, manages the place with him. Hazel visits once in a while; sometimes they come down to see her. Lately though, she’s been on the phone with her mom almost twice a day. Elaine’s apparently really fond of Annabelle — treats her like her own. Maybe she’s just worried and checking in.” Richard’s fingers drummed against the desk, a slow, thoughtful rhythm. “Maybe,” he said finally. But his tone was anything but c

"Have a good day at work, Haze. I love you." "Love you too. Drive safe," Hazel said, giving him a quick kiss before stepping out of the car. She pulled her coat tight against the cold wind and hurried up the concrete steps into the massive lobby. She swiped her security badge at the turnstiles and caught the elevator up to the forty-second floor. Hazel was a twenty-five-year-old data analyst. She crunched numbers, built projection models, and spent most of her day in a quiet cubicle. It was supposed to be a completely normal Tuesday.

Meanwhile. Eddie had gotten out of the car, clutching a tree and vomiting violently. Between his retching, he managed to give Hazel a thumbs-up. “Boss, you’re incredible! You still dare to mess with Damon Price? I’ll die happy if I never have to witness a scene like this again.” Hazel slowly tied her hair into a high ponytail, the upward tilt of her eyes adding a seductive charm to her expression. "It was just a warm-up. Nothing to brag about. By the way, get me a few people."

Hazel said as she sat down. “My phone is on the desk there” Alex replied. They had a work to do together, so that was why Hazel came. She brought her laptop out from the bag, and she started working. “I will join you soon, quickly want to solve the issue of this Glob bank” Alex said. Hazel replied. She stared at the laptop and busy working. “Alex, sorry for disturbing you” Hazel said gently. “Alex, come and show me that document. Let me check it out"

"Actually, we would like to see Zero." A look of comprehension spread all over the woman's face and she smiled. "Oh! Miss. Zero. A minute please, let me get her on the line." She picked up a phone on her desk and dialed some numbers. After speaking for a bit, she turned to them. "Miss. Zero will see you on the playground." She pointed back the same way they had come. "You just passed i-"

I was going to be the one soaring above it. I settled everything abroad and booked a flight to Havenport for the following week. I was looking forward to my next meeting with Jasper. I wondered what expression he would have on his face when he saw me again. Back home, Jasper was drowning in his own misery. After drinking himself into oblivion, he stumbled home on unsteady legs. When he pushed the door open, the lights were on. A flicker of hope shot through him. He thought it had to be me, that I had come back. He rushed toward the bedroom, calling out, "Tessa, is that you? Are you back?"

Sean answered and waited for her to go on. Hazel looked out of the window. "He used to be a healthy kid. It happened when we evaded the debt collection. Once, he fell down from the ladder and then became like this..." Hazel choked with sobs and took a deep breath. "In order to cure him, I sell wine in a nightclub. However, the money still wasn't enough!" As she said that, she couldn't help crying again. Sean frowned. Here is the reason. Hazel must hate him and his uncle, Andy Hale very much. It's abnormal for her not hating them.

Hazel looked down in shame and then raised her head back to look in Noah's electric blue eyes. "I don't know....ugh it's embarrassing... I... umm... I got fired....but that too on a very petty issue. I mistakenly spilled coffee on a grumpy rude customer!" Hazel pouted as she cranked her neck up to look at Noah who was very tall compared to her 5'3 height. "Oh...that's pretty okay and not a problem. How about you work at my restaurant? Uh and not as waitress or cashier but assistant chef?" Noah offered making Hazel gasp in surprise with her eyes widened.