Hazel Fanart Novels & Stories

Here I'll make it easy for you how about mavis Dracula. "Who is that? " "Here let me show you" Hazel responded immediately bring out here phone to show me the picture. At first the pictures she was showing me was a picture of a girl being attached by wolfs. by the time she saw the look of horror on my face she could tell it was the wrong pictures. Quickly she collected her phone to change it to the right one. "Sorry wrong picture... There. See not so scary now. Plus she is just as pretty as you are. "

But Hazel was their friend, and they knew how hard she worked in order to get Hanz’s attention. Hazel Trent was the class monitor of Class One. In the school, she ranked third, just behind Yan Bouchard. Also, even if she belonged to one of the richest families in Altair as well, she behaved like a scholar student. She wore the school uniform properly, and acted as a good leader. Since Year One, she had fallen for Hanz Jensen, but the boy never paid her attention, which was okay. After all, Hanz Jensen paid attention to no one.

Hazel Lincoln wanted to slap herself for the tongue slip. “Hey it’s okay! Let me show you his pic!” She said scrolling down her gallery. “Here!” Hazel looked at hot spies with wide eyes. He is so handsome that her eyes hurt. His jet black were thick and gloss. From eyebrows sharp as arrow to the cold grey eyes that were so deep and she felt she can stare in them forever. “He is really very hot!” Hazel commented still staring at the picture. “Hey! You are married and that’s my man!” Faith said teasingly nudging her arm.

she said for Hazel to smile. “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness! I’m a huge fan. I’m among the Haze fan club, you are so pretty in person” she excitedly said for Hazel to smile. “Thank you,” Hazel said for the girl to blush. “Please, can I take a photo, the fan club has been boring without your photos. Please” she said for Hazel to nod and she immediately removed her phone from her pocket giving it to Steven.

Hazel is mine alone! "Don't even go there, she's out of bounds" I warn sternly "Why's that?" He asks confused "I like her okay, so you stay at least one mile radius away from her" I warn again and this time around more sternly. "Boys, who's this Hazel girl?" "She's Klaus' personal assistant" "And you both are interested in her?" Mum asked with a creased brow. "I like her" Craig insists "No you don't!" I interject.

He raised her face and his breath froze. Hazel possessed a captivating beauty that left an indelible impression on those who beheld her. Regardless of the tears, she was able to lock Jonathan in her eyes. Her face was a symphony of delicate features, where a singular beauty mole graced the canvas just below her button-like nose. This charming imperfection added a subtle allure, drawing attention to the elegant curve of her upper lip.

The designs and arrangements were perfect, I couldn't wait to hear Hazel's excited squeal of laughter. Shawn turned around to face me, the painting brush still clutched in his hand, his work clothes and some part of his face smeared by the paints. "You are back. " he said with a huge grin then took a quick glance at his handiwork. "It's really nothing..i just uh chose pink and silver, I just thought she might like it ..." "Of course it is perfect, Hazel is going to love it for sure !"I exclaimed stepping further into the room.

“Um.. Nice to meet you. You’re Taranis’s brother?” “The one and only.” He smiled with his pearly whites. “Ian. And you?” He offers his hand and I take it, giving it a shake. “Hazel.” “I’ve heard alot about you Hazel.” He smiles, his green eyes twinkling. I catch a scoff from Taranis.

Enjoy your day guys. The entrance gate of Grayson’s residence opened widely and Hazel’s car drove in. Grayson was Alex and Ryan’s family name. Hazel kept driving and finding a perfect place not really far from the gate to park. She wasn’t staying long; she just wanted to collect the paintings she told Vivian to do for her. As she parked, she switched off the car’s engine. She opened the door and got down from the car. She was dressing in a lovely suit and palm-trouser. She wore high heels and dressed really good and classy. It was office she was coming from.

Grandmother Haze placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her eyes sparkling with understanding. Finally, Collins Haze, a young man with an athletic build, chiseled features, and piercing icy blue eyes, joined them at the table. His sharp jawline and striking tattoo of a phoenix rising from the ashes on his left hand drew attention. He wore a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and silver tie shaped like a miniature phoenix, his style impeccable.