Hazel Callahan Novels & Stories

she smiled as she came to hug me. “I wondered what you’d be like. Glad to see you are pretty and not a spoilt rich kid” Blake said as she sat up. Grace whispered in my ear not to mind Blake as she returns to her side of the room. “Well nice to meet you Blake and Grace. I’m Hazel but people call me Haze” “It’s nice to have you here Hazel. Hope you like it here” Grace said as she laid down on her bed. “Of course she will. She’s on my side of the room” Blake piped in.

“M-Mate? There’s no way that’s possible,” Hazel stammered, stepping back. Her heart pounded. The Moon Goddess couldn’t have given her a new mate. Not after she almost died at Damien’s hands. “Yes, mate,” Callan said simply, sipping from his glass of whiskey. His voice was deep, smooth, and almost amused. Hazel shook her head. “No, that’s not possible.” Callan tilted his head, watching her closely. Then, out of nowhere, he chuckled.

she yelled and I chuckled internally what a psycho girl. Okay Melissa, that's your name right? And she nodded. "What are you doing here" I asked her yet again and she brought out a picture from her hair and showed it to me. I quickly snatched it seeing that it was the picture that fell into the beach the other day. "Where did you get this from I asked her and she smiled, her smile is so mesmerizing and addictive. "In my home at Atlantica" she said and I shrugged and dropped it on the couch.

Swirling the brush in her hand, she posed in a boastful attitude. Chuckling, I thanked her when my phone buzzed, and I went for it. "Oh no, no phones. Strict orders," she warned, but I grabbed it anyway, sending her an apologetic smile. My heart was pounding in my chest in anticipation of what text might have arrived. It had been long since I heard from him, and it was killing me alive. But my excitement went down the drain as I opened the message. It was from Sylvester. 'Hazel, can you meet me at the north terrace? I have something important to tell you.'

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

Panic took over me when Keira received the phone call from her sister at college, Keisha, telling her that some students saw Hazel got dragged away by Daryl and his gang. And since they didn't really see it clearly, I double checked with Jordan since he's the one who sent Hazel back to dorm this morning. And the fact that Hazel is nowhere to be seen at the dorm or even around the campus even though Jordan has confirmed that he had sent her back himself, deep down I knew it really was her. And plus, Hazel is not answering any of the phone calls either. The students are not mistaken. I think Hazel are really taken by Daryl. That son of a bitch- I am so going to kill him.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

At first glance, the first thing that would come to mind is that she's a princess, a willful mischievous one. She quickly spotted Enzo and grinned while walking towards him. "Hello President Clinton, I'm Hazel!" She extended her hand to Enzo. Upon hearing the name, Enzo was shocked. "What? You're Hazel?" The lady looked at him indifferently, "Yes, any problems?" He extended her hand for a shake. "No need," Enzo replied still bewildered. Hazel is the name of his blind date and also his wife in the past life but with the face of this wife in this life.

Dallas "Hey, it's Ryder Callahan. Leave something worth hearing.” I pressed the button again and again, clutching my phone so tightly my knuckles ached. I’d already left three messages, each one more desperate than the last. I got up and headed to the window, peering out into the empty street, then back again. “Stop pacing,” Hazel muttered from the couch, eyes glued to the small canvas propped on the easel in front of her. A true-crime documentary droned in the background. “You’re making me dizzy.”

Hazel angrily stood up and was about to walk to her room when her phone which was beside Hale on the couch suddenly rang. “Here—” Hazel quickly collected the phone before Hale could complete his statement. Hazel was on the call for several minutes before her frown slowly turned into a broad smile. “Of course, Ma. I will be there as soon as possible.” She stated before ending the call. “What’s the call about?” Hale asked curiously. “None of your business.” She said, rolling her eyes at him before eventually dashing into her room. Several minutes later, she returned, fully dressed.