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“Hi, Emperor. You owe me one.” Hazel’s voice snapped me back. I almost forgot she was still here. “You’ve got good taste. The house is fine.” She moved around my home gallery, touching the portraits, then stopped at Lisa’s paintings. “You seem to have more of her paintings. She is pretty. Tell me, who is she?” “Someone you don’t know. Thank you, Hazel, for earlier today.” She threw herself onto a chair and hung one leg over it. I could literally see her pussy lips, and I immediately looked away.

“What can I do for you to give up, Hazel? I don't want to hurt you too much. Hazel slipped her hands into his shirt, touching his bare chest abruptly. Zeus hissed through his teeth at the touch, her hands were soft and slightly warm. “Hazel, are you sure about this? Zeus asked again, he wouldn't stop if she started to feel sick. Hazel nodded positively and removed his shirt, exposing his broad chest and his dragon tattoo on the left side of his chest. Hazel traced the tattoo with the tip of her finger seductively, she pulled him towards her and made him lay on the bed. Hazel went forward and sat on top of him, straddling him. She bent her head and sucked on his nipples with her hand twirling

Hazel was clearly upset and I had a feeling that whatever she needed to talk about shouldn’t be heard by the kids, so I glanced at her and then at Billy and Belle, warning her to just keep quiet for a moment. “Billy? Belle?” I said gently. “That’s enough garlic now. Good job, my loves. Can you go into the other room and color a picture for Aunty Hazel? She mentioned the other day that she’d like some art for her living room wall.” Hazel took my cue. “Oh, yes please,” she said seriously to them both. “My wall is so boring. I’d love to have something colorful on it.” “Like a rainbow?” Belle said, standing up from the table.

Then, she suddenly laughed, "I had my eyes on a beautiful painting, but unfortunately, the art gallery refused to sell it to me." "Really? Let's go and have a look." "Alright." Hazel nodded and led me to another hall. Hazel took a fancy to a painting of a young girl. The girl was dressed in a white robe. It was coloured with golden paint, which represented the light of a totem. Obviously, she was a witch. The painting had bright colours, the brush strokes elegant. The woman in the painting was wearing an old-fashioned white dress and had dark coloured hair. The overall painting brought positive energy.

Lyra inquired, her keen eyes assessing Hazel's reactions. Hazel stuttered in response, and Lyra couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of nervousness—her raised heartbeat and dilated pupils. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken tension as Lyra delved deeper into her inquiry, each moment revealing more than Hazel might have intended. "I was sick. I... fever," Hazel replied. Lyra sensed her vulnerability, recognizing her as merely a human. However, this didn't negate the fact that Hazel could potentially be used as a rogue's pawn to infiltrate the pack.

She had a bag with her… Grace : wow, my princess looks like a fairy. Hazel flipped her hair in a dramatic manner, making her parents laugh at her antics. She is now a four years old girl. Grace : and what are you carrying in the bag? Hazel: oh mom, it's nothing, just my dolls and my lipstick… Grace : so, you are completely ready to hit the day… Hazel : yes, yes, I am. Grace : what is this in your hand, ian?

He leans down, brushes his mouth against my temple in a private little brand, and murmurs, “You’re insufferable.” “And yet,” I purr. “And yet,” he agrees. The pack’s habit of staring at me like I’m a shrine is fading. They grin at my antics and roll their eyes when I’m being annoying. It’s… nice. I’m trying not to purr about it. Back at the cabin door, I pause and glance over my shoulder. Across the yard, Hazel steps out of the kitchen with a cloth-wrapped bundle and heads toward Jace’s hut. She stops halfway, squares her shoulders, and keeps going, chin up.

A huge glass chandelier was hanging down from the highest ceiling of the room in the castle in which Hazel was sleeping in her deep slumber. A huge painting of Daxon was hanging on a wall in which his wold from was also carved. Storm was standing in his all glory with his red shining eyes like burning coals and his black big furs. But Hazel was so sleepy to look at the painting. As soon as Daxon showed her room and left from there, she literally crashed down on the bed and fell in the deep slumber.

she stared at me and when she noticed my gaze zeroed on her mouth, she made a quick attempt to remove the crumbs that had settled on her lips and its corners, using her right hand. Her long brown hair was swept back in a ponytail, her face was bare of makeup. Hazel wore a simple tank top and a flowery cotton skirt, a casual summery outfit that effortlessly showed off her stunning curves. The pupils of her large, limpid eyes seemed to dilate and Her eyes were a thousand shades, depths of green and blue and amber like a deep, ancient river. Her pink tongue unconsciously darted out to lick the top of her full, sweetly sensual lips, and I nearly groaned. Where is my self-control? Her figure is

"The capital letter D and a painting of a lip you saw belongs to the so-called Daphne '' Hazel ended her words. Jocelyn sat up properly and looked at her with a confused face. "She's on our bad side babe. We're gonna make her life miserable in this clan" Skylar muttered. Hazel only gave her a soft smile. One can't even detect what's behind that soft and cool smile. Skylar gave Hazel high five. "But she's Maison's girlfriend," Jocelyn grumbled. "Girlfriend my foot" Skylar scoffed. "So dumb!. They are fooling everyone including you" Hazel said with a smile as she took her hand into hers.