Novel & Cerita Hazel Fanart

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

Justin said, handing me my phone back which I had no idea when he took from me. I gave him a smile and walked to the classroom. Classes somehow went by with my mind swirling about my brother; Atlas. I just know that Hazel and Justin are his high school best friends and from what I know about my brother, he would do anything from them. I saw him kissing Hazel, she must be very special to him because I’ve never seen him with any woman before. I’m happy for him. Hazel is a detective, a badass if I may add. She’s fiercely bold, exact opposite of Atlas who’s shy and not much of a talker.

I threw my arm around Hazel’s shoulders and pulled her close to me ignoring the way she looked like she had just escaped death. “Thats not what I..,” Tiffany's smile faltered “She is totally obsessed with me...I got proof guys.” I cut her in again and showed them a picture of Hazel I took of her in the locker room the other day, her head was bent over her notebook, and right there, in the corner of the page, was my number — 17 — scribbled over and over like she’d been daydreaming. The circle voice went soft with admiration, and I felt Johnson clap me on the back. Hazel’s face was on fire, and it just made her look adorable. "That's bullshit." Tiffany snapped

A big red carpet was spread on the floor. A big chandelier was hanging from the ceiling of the room. Candle stands were there on each side of the bed. A water pitcher with some glasses on a tray was kept on the cabinet beside the bed. A huge portrait of a girl was hanging on the wall behind the bed. The vision of the portrait was clearer than all the other things in the room. The girl in the portrait was young, maybe around ten or twelve. She had a bright smile in the painting. She had hazel eyes , the shape of a leaf, and her lips were as red as rose petals.

Moon Shadow castle~Hazel’s suite The soft morning light crept through the window, casting a warm glow on Hazel's serene face. Her hair, a rich brown hue, was indeed messed, sprawled across the pillow in every direction. A few strands had escaped her head, framing her face like a halo. Her chest rose and fell with each gentle breath, and her lips, painted with soft pink, curled into a subtle smile. The bed sheets were tangled around her, a testament to a restless night's sleep. Yet, despite the disheveled appearance, Hazel exuded a peaceful aura, as if she had finally found solace in slumber.

*Hazel* The room was unexpectedly large and modernly furnished. I had anticipated complete darkness, thinking it would mirror the outside night, but I was immediately shocked. It was nothing like I imagined. The room was themed in gold and white, making it sparkle and feel almost ethereal, as if every surface had been touched by sunlight. The décor was elegant yet comfortable, a perfect balance between luxury and warmth.

"There's no ice to interfere with now, so we're free." Hazel said "Though he was here, he couldn't stop me from doing what I wanted to do." I once again roam around with my eyes, though Hazel's bedroom doesn't have normal stuff. Still, there are pictures hanging on the wall, and one particular picture caught my attention. I stood up to check if I was seeing right or just looking. "Where are you going?" "I just want to see those pictures on the wall," I replied to Hazel. "Ok, wait for a moment. I'll get my Durabox from my two-piece collection."

After pulling on a see-through black shawl, I walk downstairs. "Oh, you look beautiful!" Hazel's voice rings in my ears, and I look up. She's the pretty one with light brown hair and blue eyes. She never has to do much at all. "Come here, sweetheart," Hazel says, and I do as she says, stopping in front of her. "Here you go." She pulls out a beautiful pin made with real purple flowers and carefully puts it into my hair while also putting many more in my braid. "That's a perfect finishing touch, I think," Hazel says proudly and smiles. "Wisterias are your mother's favorite flower, and she thought these purple ones would be perfect for you. I hope you like them." She pulls out a hand mirror and

I cross my arms. "You look small in this room, Julian," I say. His face darkens. A thick vein in his neck starts to throb, pulsing against his collar. "What did you say to me?" "You heard me." I glance past his shoulder. Hazel is propped up on the white pillows. She looks pathetic. Her skin is pale, her lips painted a faint blue to look like a dying woman. But her scent is wrong. The monitors are beeping in a steady, perfect rhythm. Her heart is stable. She is as sick as a prize hound. It is all a lie.

I said. "I just received a picture of a girl with hazel eyes and brown hair from Kevin boss. Is that the girl? " He ask. I look at the Kevin, he send me an assuring smile acknowledging that he indeed sent that picture. But he continuously tap his left leg on the ground indicating that he was anxious. Angel was in mansion with Elijah. He is worried. I motion him to enter the car and asked our best driver to drive. These people are trained for this purpose only.