Hazel And Cha Cha Novels & Stories

It was at this moment that Hazel was very grateful that the cottage that she had purchased with the gold coins that her mother had given her was a little but father away from the other homes of the villagers. She was not sure how she would be able to face the other villagers as she could not longer control the loud moans that she was letting out. Finally, the familiarly feeling at her lower belly came and she let on even tighter to Bleu’s hair. “Good boy, I’m almost there” she moaned and even she was shocked at the words that she was saying. She felt a strange wave of confidence wash over her as she was very close to ecstasy. With a final kick and twirl of his tongue, Hazel came with an ear

" You're too young for that, love, and I still want to dance a lot for you.” I cross my legs, already feeling the huge erection forming in my boxer shorts. Hazel goes over to the stereo and finds a song on the USB stick she's inserted there. It sounds very tribal. She's having fun with it, she loves what she's doing. It shows in her expression. Hazel rolls over, throws her hips to one side, to the other and makes her belly move. How beautiful she is! Her long, white legs bend almost to the floor, but then she stops.

“Oh.. I… love it when you call me señorita I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya But every touch is ooh, la-la-la It's true, la-la-la Ooh, I should be running Ooh, you keep me coming for ya…”Hazel looked in his eyes and Raol was completely mind blown by her voice and her style. “Land in Miami The air was hot from summer rain Sweat dripping off me Before I even knew her name, la-la-la It felt like ooh, la-la-la Yeah, no Sapphire moonlight We danced for hours in the sand Tequila sunrise Her body fit right in my hands, la-la-la

the stipend burning a hole in my bank account, and a hefty commission on a major art sale that came out of nowhere shortly before closing time… Well, I’ve got a lot to celebrate. I wanted to go to a steakhouse and tuck into some filet mignon, but Hazel wanted to ring in the weekend “the proper way.” So I’ve been tossing aside shots of liquor and discreetly ordering virgin versions of the cocktails she picks from the menu. I’m having a great time; it’s just hard to match her energy when I’m not matching her intoxication. “So, have you told them yet?” Hazel wiggles in her seat in time to the beat of the music, sipping on her Long Island Iced Tea.

(Hazel's POV) The honey cakes taste too sweet. Like they’re trying to cover something up. I chew slow, just like Mama told me—never trust sweetness too fast. Especially from someone who talks too soft and smiles too much. I keep my eyes half-closed, the way wolves do when they’re watching something dangerous. Rachelle’s voice is like syrup, sticky and fake. “I want to help you, Hazel. You and your brother. I want to teach you how not to be controlled.”

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Hazel's voice called from the hallway. I turned to see her leaning against the doorframe, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She was dressed in a stunning black dress. Hazel had been the mastermind behind tonight's alcohol-free party, ensuring that everyone could enjoy themselves without the need for drinks. Given my condition, it was a thoughtful gesture, and I couldn't have been more grateful. "Ready as I'll ever be," I replied, giving her a playful wink.

Upon hearing Hazel clearing her throat, Aaron stops his dance. "What are you doing? Jumping and do some weird movement," she asked. "Uh... I was doing some shark dance with him," Aaron state. "Huh? Shark dance?" she confuses. "Well, it like this.." he shows her and starts to sing it too. "Baby shark do-do-do-do-do.." "Okay, okay...I get it. Stop it will you?" Hazel laughs seeing Aaron do the dance. He's a bit pleased to see her laugh. She looks very beautiful with a smile on her face. At least not the stoic face she usually shows them.

When she turned around to face him, she had pulled back her hair into a neat bun with her hands covered with fingerless leather gloves. Hazel was excited to do what she used to do with her triplet brothers. Sparring was something she enjoyed doing. "They're here" Caden suddenly declared and she quickly turned around. Her eyes went wide when she saw the three women who were approaching her. She could recognize one of them. "Charlotte!" Hazel said and her friend grinned. "Hazel! It's so good to see you!" Charlotte said, embracing her. "What's going on? Are you training me-" Charlotte laughed.

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."