Hazel Fanart Novels & Stories

she lifts up her eyebrow and takes a glance at the brochure she takes at the hotel lobby before they headed out. "You like to see some art?" he asks. Hazel takes another bite and she remembers at how good Aaron's with his painting. "Not really. But, Aaron.." "Hubby," Aaron interjects her with a grin on his face. "Huh? What?" Hazel frowned. "Call me hubby, wifey.." he said again. Hazel chuckles and smiles afterward. "Okay..let's see.." she clears her throat a bit. "Hubby, last time I saw your painting, it's superb. Can you portrait me?" she blinks her eyes a few times with a wide smile to him.

An evil smile danced on my face. "Hey look, Haze just walked in" Bianca nudged my elbow "I'm leaving" I stood up to leave but Haze spotted me and walked up to me. Haze was 2 years older than me, he was good-looking and quite charming, some of the girls here either wanted him or Warren or Kayden. Haze's signature look was his hairstyle, the base of it was black while the upper part was dyed Electric blue, he also had a slit on his left eyebrows.

The doors parted to both sides as Hazel sauntered into the welcome lounge, orange hair pulled up in a high ponytail with eyes that shone with health, thanks to the antidote that was tucked in her bra. Her pink lips curled into the congenial smile Sush so often saw, but there was a glint - a flicker of knowingness in those eyes she used to trust so much, and Sush wondered if the glint had always been there, or had it just revealed itself now?

She bowed. “It is okay, my daughter. With your permission, we would love to attack them, soon-to-be Luna” He bowed with a smile plastered to his face. The duo laughed while Luna looked on. She hoped Hazel will say no but with the looks of things, it seemed to be the other way around. Hazel was filled with hate and anger that she did not care anymore. Yes, her tender heart was shattered. She was just two weeks from being eighteen and that was the last thing she deserved.

the neatly styled wavy hair. It was no other person but Kia. It seems to me like this person does indeed have a very close relationship with Kia. And I am even more confident that if she does share these pictures on her wall, then there is a more significant opportunity for Kia to come across them. Looking by at her username... @yourgirl_hazel♡ I have never heard of a hazel. Was she from Kia's maternal family? I need to find out. I opted to reply to her comment,

His gaze sharpens and fixes on her and then he finally notices all her buttons are undone, exposing her pink bra underneath her blouse, still fanning herself with her hand, her chest, now rising and falling. His brows narrow. “Hazel. What’s wrong?” “Ra—Ryan…” Hazel moans. “I feel so hot… so dizzy…” Ryan’s heart stops. He moves quickly and takes hold of her. “Hazel, what’s happening?!” He presses his palm to her forehead. “Fucking Christ, you’re burning up. Hazel—” “Nothing,” she barely whispers. “Just… turn on the AC.” He bolts up, darts, and snatches the remote from his table, his fingers frantically pressing the buttons as he turns it on, increasing it to the max. The air conditioner hums

Hazel's POV I sleepily rolled myself on the bed and flopped my eyes open, only for them to meet an unfamiliar room setting. "What am I doing here!" I mumbled, taking in the room features. The bed beneath me was a large king-sized one, The walls were painted in a rich, calming color, with ancient symbols and drawings decorating them. The mattress was covered with tiger-skin leather, making the room look special and Rich in culture. And to to the side, a wide, tall window stretched open, very perfect for watching the sunrise or staring at the moon. The air smelled sweet, like freshly scrubbed floors mixed with oud and sandalwood scent.

Emma. The air in the conference room felt charged, every revelation tightening the invisible threads of tension between us. Marcus’s words echoed in my mind, unraveling the very foundation of everything we believed about supernatural history. "So the segregation of species," Tara repeated, her voice a careful whisper in the heavy silence, "the whole hierarchy of werewolves, vampires, witches… it’s all artificial?" "Engineered," Marcus confirmed. He reached into his worn leather bag and pulled out an ancient journal. The weathered cover bore faint traces of intricate designs, symbols that seemed to hum faintly with power.

She took out her cell phone and tried to read some chats from her friends and family. “Have you seen this photo? “Lina showed a photo. Three men in blue shirts sitting under a mahogany tree. Sazkia pretended not to be interested, even though there was actually a temptation that invited her to keep looking at one of God's creatures on Lina's cellphone. "What's wrong with that photo? " “One of them, Seno, loves you.” Sazkia shook her head. She couldn't believe what Lina was saying at all.

Soon, the cameraman started to click her pictures and after a few seconds Raol clapped his hands looking at Hazel. “Perfect. You are too good…. Next pose please.” Hazel smiled and then instantly sat down on her knees opening her legs a little. She grabbed some sand with her one hand bending a little sideways giving an extremely sultry pose. She arched her back backwards and soon the photographer started to click the girl. Ethan’s mouth almost fell open as he looked at the sultry girl. Her cover-up had fallen off from one shoulder, revealing her alluring bikini from one side. Hazel was extremely confident and Raol was standing in one corner oggling at the girl from head to toe.