Hazel Grace Novels & Stories

"Really? Let's find out." … After that day, I stayed home to prepare for the wedding. However, even though I had no interest in it, I still caught wind of plenty of gossip as it came my way. "I heard that Hazel Falken made a fuss about only ever marrying Mr. Granger, but he disagreed with her and took off with Brenda." "Isn't Hazel the commander's daughter? Why is she the one making a fuss about this?" "Mr. Granger has been childhood friends with Brenda since they were young, but Hazel kept trying to break them apart because she knew she was a bigshot."

How she was able to raise money for her surgery is still some kind of mystery I would need to unfold. Hazel was my bestfriend and I liked her very much. You wouldn't really blame me.Hazel had everything, beautiful face, charm and she was very attractive. She was smart as well and was often given accolades in the company not only for her beauty but her brains as well. Everybody liked her, they gave her all the attention, while she smiled at them without ever bothering to put me in the spotlight. She knew how close Asher and I were before she joined the company and yet she stole him away from me. She seduced him and made him fall in love with her . He was mine to begin with, if she had not tri

Nikolai looked at her, his gaze devoid of its former warmth. After a long pause, he finally spoke. “Does it matter? Even if there was something between us, you could never surpass Vivienne.” Rosalind let out a hollow laugh, tears welling up in her eyes. She had believed herself to be the ultimate victor, only to realize it was all a cruel delusion. She had lost to Vivienne, completely and utterly. “I won’t leave. I need to be here to watch Teddy grow up. Breaking up is not good for him.”

I had seen it in her face the last time I visited — the paleness, the tiredness she tried to hide. I needed to be there more. But the pressure from my family was mounting. Grandmother had called twice already this morning, furious about the canceled wedding and the public scandal. I worked for another two hours, personally reviewing every statement before it went out. When I finally left the office, the sun was high in the sky. I drove straight to the safe house, needing to see Hazel with my own eyes. She was resting on the balcony when I arrived. The moment she saw me, she stood up, a small smile touching her lips. But I could see the exhaustion in her eyes.

The suddenly start spinning making it hard for me to concentrate. "What happened? " Ask the girl. "I feel dizzy" I said. "Low glucose levels and dehydration. You haven't consumed food or water lately." She said. She gave me water. Followed by juice. And this time also I refuse to take juice. "You need energy, Zoe. Look how much you have paled" She scold. "Stop acting like you know everything. Who the hell are you? " I yell. "I am angel. I told you before" She said in small voice.

"Yes." The woman's smile light up and her brown eyes sparkled. I couldn't shake the idea that I knew her somehow. There was something about her black hair that was caught up into a bun at the back of her head and in the way she smiled. "Oh my! Look at you!" She exclaimed. "You have grown into a beautiful young lady." "Who are you?" I asked. "I'm Eloise Green-Russell. I'm Tristan's older sister." She explains.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and even though there’s no space between us, it was like we couldn't get close enough. Hazel laughed against my mouth. “In case you didn’t guess this last night, I don’t care about what anyone says or thinks. Not about this.” She pushed me back onto a couch, climbed on top of me, her messy bun had loosen and so her golden curls are cascading in a curtain down toward my face. “But maybe you’re right,” she says. “Maybe I’m just a bad girl who does naughty things. After all, no one ever taught me to behave.”

I stepped back inside to understand what was going on, and before I could say a word, Camella's silhouette appeared, and I could swear that an angel had fallen at that minute. She was the perfect epitome of beauty, and I could swear I never knew a human could be as beautiful and gracious as that, at least not until I met Rita. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her. Her features were delicate, her eyes pools of shimmering warmth that radiated kindness and understanding. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, framing features that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had a crop top and bum short on, and her hairs were dangling loosely upon the apron.

I tried to push the horrible event from my mind, but the memory lingers on, reminding me that even seemingly harmless dares can have sinister consequences. But, minutes later as if ruining the conversations that was filling the hallways and classrooms through the ancient stone hallways, a stern voice came over the loudspeaker, "This is Ms. Rose Elleanor Stowne, speaking. Students of both houses, the Stonemaskers and Wanderlusters I want you to be aware that my voice had taken over our morning rituals as I have to make a tragic announcement this day. At exactly past midnight yesterday, one of our own, Lilian Graywood, student #011 from the Honors Wanderlusters, passed away."

Only then, Tomas face become better. However, his heart still felt a little uncomfortable. That day, in the hospital, he had seen the sickly Grace. she was barefaced and had not put on any make-up. Even though her face was as pale because of her illness, her face was still soft and dewy. Moreover, even without any make-up, she still looked heart-rending, unlike Hellen who looked like a terrifying ghost without make-up. Moreover, Grace life after the divorce was clearly not very good. She was not as pampered as Hellen. She was even older than Hellen so how come Grace look youthful in her current state will the pampered Hellen looked like a zombie?