Hazel Callahan Novels & Stories

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.

Hazel suddenly put her hand on her waist and looked around with threatening eyes, shouting, "Don't move! Or I'll detonate it right now! You can dispose other bombs one by one, but you can't dispose this one. The other side of it is implanted in my body!" "You... " Simon gritted his teeth, and Justin was so angry that he wanted to swear! Sean approached Hazel slowly. "... " Sean approached Hazel and lifted his jaw slightly. "I'm here. What do you want?" "Ha..." Hazel chuckled. "I'm on the brink of death. What else can I do? I just need you to make a call! Just do as I told you!" It was so quiet that the sound of a fallen needle could be heard. "Okay." Sean frowned. After thinking for a moment

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.

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.

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.

Blood oozed from the wounds as everything around her went black. Meanwhile, Hazel, unaware of the disaster unfolding, was sipping a drink, following the instructions that would earn her the title of a “good girl.” She knew what to do, to be praised, to be rewarded. The glass was almost empty, and she was about to stop drinking when her phone beeped. She checked the screen—it was Tracy. Hazel had missed her first call, but now, she was about to call her back when she was distracted by Axel’s men, who were introducing her to their work.

he said coldly and glanced at them as if sending warnings. “Hi, I'm Hazel. Nice to meet you” Hazel said sweetly. Mark smiled back teasingly “I’m Mark, your husband’s friend” “Zeus told me a lot about you” Hazel responded to the young and tall handsome man. “He looks so carefree,” she thought to herself. “Zeus, I thought you were leaving her over there. Why is she in Italy? Anya said to Zeus with a stern voice. Hazel shifted her attention to the lady who spoke and admired her beauty, a tall beautiful lady with long blonde hair. She looks so confident.

Hazel pouted in frustration, glancing around nervously, as though someone might be watching her. She walked to the villa phone and dialed Alex’s number. After several rings, he finally picked up. “Is my wife awake?” Alex’s voice was sharp. “Yes, she is, you asshole,” Hazel snapped before hanging up. Alex smiled and immediately called Simon. “Boss,” Simon answered. “Hazel is awake. Go and meet her. I’m close to the villa,” Alex instructed, then hung up. Without hesitation, Simon turned and headed to the villa. Outside the villa, Harden McCall was seething with frustration. He knew he couldn’t act recklessly, so he remained in his vehicle, waiting.