Hazel Fanart Novels & Stories

"You really don't understand what the situation is now? Hazel is not the spokesperson of the Denmark Group! I am!" "Susan, let me clarify two things." Hazel stood up calmly and looked at her condescendingly. "First, I am not the spokesperson of Denmark Group. Second, Joshua-Hazel Pictures is my company, and it has no relationship with Denmark Group!" Susan was shocked. How could it be possible that Joshua-Hazel Pictures actually had nothing to do with the Denmark Group? "Please leave, don't get in the way, okay?" Hazel said indifferently. Susan suddenly became angry due to shame, "Hazel! What kind of word game are you playing? You said that the Joshua-Hazel Pictures has nothing to do with th

Meagan asked Brianna who giggled. “I can hear you!” Hazel said loudly. “Slavery era ended a long time ago.” Brianna replied. “I am stuck with you, Meagan Swift! You deserve all the happiness in the world, so give another man a chance in your life!” Hazel screamed from the rooms “Shut up, Hazel!” Meagan shot back. “We have just ten minutes to call time.” Brianna reminded as she took out a small brush from her bag to redo her hair. Hazel is an iota wolf which means a worker that works at the pack infirmary treating wolves.

It was cloudy today, but the weather was quite sultry. Hazel continuously drank the icy water to cool herself. "Honey, if you feel hot, let's get in the limo." "It doesn't matter. Eva and Jim don't feel hot with so many clothes on. I dressed so cool. I am not hot at all." Said Hazel, waving her hand. "They put a sticker from you. Of course they don't feel hot." Zac smiled. Although Hazel's brain was often confused, she was more meticulous than ordinary people. She could think of things that others didn't expect.

Hazel asked the whole family to gather in the playroom. "I have an announcement." Aurora sat down on the sofa. Darius took the seat beside her. Hazel stood proudly in front of a small drawing board. There were four drawings pinned to it. The first was Aurora. The second was Darius. The third was Hazel. The last showed two tiny babies. Beneath the pictures, Hazel had written something in slightly crooked letters. Happy Family. Warmth spread through Aurora's chest. "It's beautiful." Hazel smiled proudly.

Spider explained but my eyes were already on the file, my brows creasing together as I stared at one information to another Hazel Williams, twenty-eight years old, owns a boutique here in NYC. My hand dug into my scalp as I read her information one after the other, my eyes shifting to another ID of her that Spider must have gotten, she looked way older here with dark brown hair, cascading down her shoulder. She was not on glasses right here but you could tell it was the same person on the previous ID

But Hazey is as ride-or-die as they come; she would never leave me alone in the trenches. In fact, when I called her this morning and told her what Conrad had done, her first suggestion was that we take an X-Acto knife to every single one of his works-in-progress, pee on his couches, and steal the batteries from all the remotes in the house. Hazel swears she has Viking blood in her veins. I doubt it less and less with every passing day. “Oh, would you look at the time!” she crows over her shoulder to Brittany and Conrad as she steers me in the one direction I’ve been avoiding this whole time: the bar. “It’s drink o’clock.”

Hazel was barely seven, with her father’s sharp brown eyes but her mother’s soft features. “Yes, sweetheart,” Amelia said gently, kneeling to meet Hazel's gaze. “Daddy had to go to work.” Hazel's lips pushed into a pout. “I hope he would be back early for dinner?” She held up the colorful sheet of paper she was holding with pride, stick figures holding hands beneath a bright sun, a house with smoke curling from the chimney, and the words *Me, Mommy, Daddy*. It was a newest drawing from her. Amelia pulled her into a hug, inhaling the scent of her strawberry shampoo.

I cling onto it so tightly because I didn't want to lose hold of it. Hazel made me change my mind about everything.She made me change my mind about half-breeds and Werewolves that I hated because I thought that they were the reason why my father was dead. Hazel has helped in building the kingdom.She helped us with her medical skills to build more digitised hospitals and improve technology since we were lagging. The servants bowed for me and walked out of our room when they were done preparing Hazel, leaving just the two of us.I looked at Hazel and my lips curved in satisfaction. The make-up enhanced her natural beauty and her brown hazel eyes stood out.

“No! I will be alright, you’ve done well Jane, just get me more of the food, and that’s all.” Hazel replied calmly. Hazel totally stopped the maids from bathing her, she despise it right from childhood. She never liked being treated differently from others. And with that, she only picked one personal maid, who would attend to all her needs, which is Rita. “Alright my Lady, I will leave you be.” Jane said, and left the chamber.

Hazel chuckled, but earlier she had thought his younger face looked familiar, like they had met before, but then she got reminded that she sees his face every day, so that’s why she feels his younger face look familiar. Her gaze moved to another group photo; there was Coyle and some other kids. Hazel retracted the photo and turned to Muna. “Who are these? This looks like Audrey." Hazel pointed at the little girl with the pony; in the picture, she seemed to be nine or ten. “Hmm, then this is Damon,” Muna pointed at the guy next to Coyle. Hazel pointed at the blonde girl next to Coyle, who was probably thirteen or fourteen. “Sommer?” she asked with doubts.