Hazel Grace Novels & Stories

She dabbed her face with a little powder and applied a strawberry flavored lip gloss. Finally dressed, she headed to the Gray industries. Staring at the huge building, Hazel took a deep breath before walking in, carrying the basket. Walking in, she was stopped by the receptionist dressed in a formal attire. She was average height with red hair and brown eyes "How can I help you, ma'am? She asked as she scanned hazel from head to toe Turning to look at the woman, Hazel smiled slightly " umm...I'm here to see Damien Gray " she replied

~ Levi ~ Hazel stepped into the dining hall. I couldn’t help but stare at her. She wasn’t wearing one of those stiff silk gowns the noble ladies usually wore to breakfast. Instead, she had on a pair of simple blue jeans and a soft floral shirt. Her long dark hair was tied into a high ponytail, with a few loose strands falling gently around her face. She looked simple and comfortable, yet somehow very cute. Her soft, round cheeks made me want to reach out and pinch them just to see her smile.

Hazel was her niece—the daughter of her own sister—but Cassandra had no idea where that fiery courage had come from. Hazel was nothing like Cassandra or the late Camilla, both of whom had been far too submissive and had ultimately allowed themselves to be taken advantage of by worthless men. She wasn’t anything like Daniel either—Hazel’s father, a coward and a traitor. So where had Hazel gotten a backbone made of steel? Cornered, Grayson finally handed Hazel a financial ledger. Hazel scrutinized every figure and transaction date recorded inside, making sure nothing had been overlooked. “I’m taking this ledger with me. Now prepare a written statement confirming that the debt has been paid in

I caught the looks on their faces—hopeful, almost giddy. I won't speak of the others, but Hazel had served me for many years. She followed me to the Earl of Gracehold's household, and later left with me when I built my own residence. She simply didn't want me to spend the rest of my life alone, often saying not all men were heartless or unkind. Before I could speak, Mr. Claude beat me to it in a voice so quick and nervous it almost startled me. "Your Grace, may I speak first?" he blurted out.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

She looked at me curiously as she was gently placed in the seat across from mine, her brown eyes locked onto mine. Ah. So this is Hazel. "Hi." I offered with a small smile, unsure if she'd respond. To my surprise, she did, with a wide, toothy grin that revealed a gap where her front tooth should have been. "Hi! My name is Hazel Layla Sinclair. I'm six and a half years old!" She spoke like she was reciting a well-practiced line and from the proud look on her face, I could tell she was pleased with herself.

Grace said sadly. Hazel was staring at the place he was standing a minute ago. She found him very mysterious. He speaks very rarely, but she knows his cousins know a lot about him. She wants to know him closely. He was a mystery to her, a very beautiful mystery. She was a bit nervous about her school life, but she was feeling relaxed now as she had something, something she was craving since childhood, a family. She felt this house like her own. She never felt this much happy and safe in her entire life. These all things were new and beautiful to her.

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.

“You’re not a child anymore, Hazel It’s time you grew up and did something that actually benefits this family ” Hazel’s jaw clenched, her hands were clenching and unclenching from anger. She rose up furiously from the chair and slammed both her hands on the table staring at both Grace and her mother coldly in the eyes. " I will be the one who decides who I want to spend the rest of my life with you have no say in it " She mumbled then picked up her bag and stormed out. "Grace she......" "It's okay I understand , she is just being stubborn and she will learn to accept it "Grace said before Gabriella could apologize.

They were both disgusting. “You are Gray’s secretary?” I tried to confirm it. The woman stared at me for seconds before nodding her head, seemingly didn’t want to answer that question. “I did not know Mr. Moore hires people who do not know how to address—” “Oh, come on. Do we still have to pretend here, Jane? We are alone now. Why don’t you take off your mask and start arguing with me? You hate me, right?” Hazel suddenly said, cutting me off. Unlike a few seconds ago, when she still appeared coolheaded after everything that happened at the anniversary party, she now regarded me with nothing but animosity.