Hazel Fanart Novels & Stories

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 sun, setting in a blaze of colors, cast a warm, promising glow over the reunited trio as they set forth on a future filled with love and shared joy. Hazel sat at her desk in her small studio apartment, a dimly lit lamp casting a warm glow over the cluttered space. The soft rustle of papers filled the air as she shuffled through her notes, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to make sense of the complex equations in front of her. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a mix of determination and exhaustion etched on her features, her wide hazel eyes reflecting the faint light as she delved deeper into her studies, a world of numbers and theories unfolding before her.

“Finn’s mother is not a fan of mountains and rivers. She’s more interested in portraits.” 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.” “All right.” 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 colored with golden paint, which represented the light of a totem. Obviously, she was a witch. The painting had bright colors, the brush strokes elegant. The woman in the painting was wearing an old-fashioned white dress and had dark-colored hair. The overall painting brought positive energy.

"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.

Hazel chuckled softly, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I was showering," she admitted, her tone light. With the video call in full swing, Logan and Doris engaged in conversation with their daughter, eager to catch up on the details of her life. But amidst the exchange, Francisco found himself unable to tear his gaze away from Hazel, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her radiant smile. Unaware of Francisco's lingering gaze, Hazel nervously ran her fingers through her hair, her attention divided between her family and the laptop screen. But as she glanced at the screen, a flicker of uncertainty crossed her features, her eyes momentarily frozen in place.

she said, opening the door to reveal Hazel, bound to the chair. Hazel gritted her teeth, clenching her hands into fists, and Sebastian tried not to look at her. Fae swayed her hips, strutting toward her like a model on a runway. “Hello, Hazel, or should I say CEO of Fangtastic Diaries?” Hazel’s eyes widened, but she quickly masked her surprise, deciding to play dumb. “What the hell are you talking about?” she questioned. Fae chuckled briefly, snapping her fingers. The man who had brought her returned, dragging someone else into the room. Hazel’s blood ran cold as she recognized Pamela, one of the girls who worked on the diaries with her.

"You should do just that" Hazel sat alone in the east wing garden, her thoughts all over the place. She couldn't help but feel bad for Caden. He had chosen a bride who was so unsure of herself. Caden wasn't a bad person, but the more he tried to build a relationship with her, the more she felt guilty. No matter how hard she tried, she would always find herself imagining what it would have been like if Yuka had been the crown prince. Would she have been attracted to him even then? Hazel felt so conflicted and she didn't like it at all. She noticed the large cougar staring at her from the top of the statue of one of the past great kings of Silvera. It stared at her with piercing greenish yello

HAZEL STYLES POV "What do you mean by that?" I asked, and Ethan smirked. "Exactly what it means. You got an opportunity that most of them have been dying for, so of course they hate you. We only get the best of the best in Umbra art, Hazel. To them, you are just a nobody who got to paint the centerpiece of the exhibition because you're in a relationship with Riven." "I don't have a relationship with Riven," I cut in because I didn't want any misunderstanding.

"Kitten, I have one more thing plan for tonight." Hazel was already so happy and overwhelmed, she couldn't think of anything else that could make the night more perfect than it already was. "Yeah, and what's that?" "Look behind you," he stated simply. Hazel twirled around and gazed upon the 120-inch flat screen. There were a few words that kept running across the screen, it took Hazel a few seconds to cypher the message. It read; Hazel Valentine, will you please be our Luna?

She said. “ Yes.. Don't you know that Werewolves and Vampires marks their mates ” Hazel said giving her a ‘ everybody knows this ’ look. “ I know that.... Have Kayden marked you ? ” Muna asked. “ Yes ” Hazel said as a blush tainted her cheeks. “ Can I see it ” Muna said. “ Sure ” Hazel said then she pulled down the collar of her dress and pointed “ There ” She said and Muna narrowed her eyes at the spot she pointed and she could see a name written there like a design.