Hazel Grace Novels & Stories

Even my pleading eyes don't get much of a response. I'm not sure how much of his gentle grazing of fingertips I can handle. Yet still, with such delicate, calculated movements, he is giving me more pleasure than any other has given me, without even- Very suddenly, without a warning, Grayson swiftly sinks a single finger inside me. The feeling is so exquisite, I can't help the breathy moan that comes from my mouth, as I accept the spell he has caught me under. "That's it," Grayson murmured, his voice distant as he concentrated on my hips that ground down on his hand.

“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, though… Hazel is different. She’s the hard one. Not because she’s hostile—though sometimes she is—but because she sees through people too quickly. Too sharply. Like she’s not just a little girl, but a creature who’s lived through centuries in silence. Her eyes are too old. Too still. Like a forest before a storm. She watches everything. I had just placed the tray of honey cakes on the windowsill when she looked up at me and said it. “You’re lying.” No hesitation. No nerves. Just a tiny voice wrapped in iron certainty.

~~ Hazel's POV ~~ I stood at the stage and looked out at the sea of confused faces. "My name is Hazel Saint Claire," I said, my voice steady and clear. "For the past three years, you have known me as Hazel Rossi. But that is not my real identity." The room erupted in whispers. "My mother was Elena Sinclair," I continued. "She was the daughter of Margaret Sinclair, the chairwoman of E&H Investments. My mother was supposed to take over as CEO of this company, but before she could do that, she passed away."

"If everything's so innocent, why is the watch Shirley worked so hard to buy on your wrist? "Some acts become phony if you push them too far." Joshua quickly covered his wrist as if it were on fire. I had seen that watch before. She hid it like a treasure the day she bought it and even made a wooden box for it. Her hands, which never did any housework, got blisters from making that box. I foolishly thought she was preparing a birthday gift for me. I was so happy, waiting for my birthday. However, on my birthday, I waited all day. The food got cold, and then I saw her with Joshua, walking under the streetlight.

She laughs lightly, teasing him. He shoots her a small glare, a low growl rumbling in his chest, not angry, just warning. Hazel grins, unbothered, and heads for the door. “Alright, you two have fun,” she says over her shoulder. “And remember what I said, Grace. Just have Festar call me anytime.” She closes the door behind her, and the room falls into a comfortable, quiet hum. Festar sits down beside me on the bed, his presence filling the space. “She’s right, you know,” he says softly. “You are absolutely gorgeous.”

It seemed as though there was something in her mind. "Her name is Hazel Yi," answered Zac lightly. "Oh! I know her," interrupted Holy and continued. "She is a designer on the reality TV show called Beauty on Runway. She partners with Nicole!" Hazel was relieved when she heard this and took a deep breath to calm herself down. She smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to meet the both of you, Miss Alice and Mr. Holy." "Sister Hazel, you can just call me Holy. That's what everyone calls me," Holy said respectfully with an innocent and adorable grin.

People murmured, "Is Hazel being replaced?" But Hazel appeared on time, holding some documents. "Mr. Fulton, the board meeting is at 10:00 am. There's still time to prepare." Her gaze fell on Grace, and she asked, "And this is …" She was a strikingly beautiful young lady who carried herself with elegance. She didn't lack charm or wisdom. "A friend." Xander paused slightly and said, "Gracie, this is my executive assistant, Hazel Yale." In just a short while, Grace could see Hazel was very ambitious. She wanted more than just being an executive assistant.

She had a bag with her… Grace : wow, my princess looks like a fairy. Hazel flipped her hair in a dramatic manner, making her parents laugh at her antics. She is now a four years old girl. Grace : and what are you carrying in the bag? Hazel: oh mom, it's nothing, just my dolls and my lipstick… Grace : so, you are completely ready to hit the day… Hazel : yes, yes, I am. Grace : what is this in your hand, ian?

he said and she gritted her teeth; gods above, he was starting to get on her nerves. "Tell me about yourself" the prince said and she looked up to meet his endearing gaze. "There's nothing interesting about me, your majesty. My name is Hazel Spiers and I'm a red-blood. That's all you need to know" Hazel said and he grinned. "How old are you, beautiful Hazel?" She bit her lower lip, unconsciously fisting her dress. "Twenty one" she muttered and his grin widened. "Do you have any questions?" He asked and she sighed.