Hazel Grace Novels & Stories

It was good because no one would find out who she was soon. Grace worked so hard all her life as an editor, crawling all the way to the top as the chief editor of a glossy magazine firm. She had appeared in the magazine herself a lot of times, but she doubted anyone here w would engross their time in reading magazines like that. Even if a few of them did, they wouldn't recognize her with her hair dyed jet back from the natural blonde color she had, and from wavy to straight.

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

chirped a voice from behind us. We turned to see our daughter walking down the private helipad. Hazel Grace was the perfect blend of us…my dark eyes and high cheekbones, combined with Cassian's strong jawline and expression. At twenty-four, she moved with confidence and grace, looking effortlessly elegant in a tailored white blouse tucked into high-waisted black pants. Her hair, the same shade as mine….was pulled into a sleek low bun, accentuating her striking features. Trailing behind her was Pepper, her perpetually disgruntled black cat who somehow managed to look both bored and judgmental at the same time.

she smiled as she came to hug me. “I wondered what you’d be like. Glad to see you are pretty and not a spoilt rich kid” Blake said as she sat up. Grace whispered in my ear not to mind Blake as she returns to her side of the room. “Well nice to meet you Blake and Grace. I’m Hazel but people call me Haze” “It’s nice to have you here Hazel. Hope you like it here” Grace said as she laid down on her bed. “Of course she will. She’s on my side of the room” Blake piped in.

But it did not seem he was feeling any discomfort around the woman. "Who is she, Adrian?" Grace Miller asked her son. It did not look good the way the young woman was hugging her son. The young woman cast a glance at Grace. She had a beautiful face with a pair of soft emerald eyes. Her beauty was capable of attracting any man she desired. She looked innocent and young, much younger than Natalia. Adrian looked at his mother and replied, "Mom, she is Hazel Leighton." "Okay, but who–"

Everyone cheered and clapped, Irina smiled brightly with a hint of pride in her gaze. "Next up, is the couples' vote of thanks." - the Mc clapped, smiling as he passed the microphone over to Irina. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor and as well a pleasure to be here with you today....... celebrating my two years anniversary with the man i love..... Jason Smith." - Her dress shimmered under the light, her waist lengthed red hair falling down her shoulders like waves.

In just 10 minutes, I had slipped into a sleek long dress with a daring thigh-high slit. From the depths of my suitcase, I retrieved a black velvet box and flipped it open. The black pearl necklace inside shimmered with an otherworldly luster in the soft light. Slipping it on, the cool pearls lay against my collarbone, a silent statement of elegance. The reflection staring back at me did not seem ready for a charity gala. She looked poised for battle. The gala was set to begin at eight. I made my entrance at 10. Alice, clad in a shimmering silver gown, was mid-laughter with the elite when her eyes caught mine. Her laughter died, her complexion draining of color.

She gave me her best smile, gladly accepting my good wishes, "I'm Hazel, I hope to see you around." "Nice meeting you Hazel," I answered, calculating in my mind what she would do if I should say my name, I wanted nothing more but to see that for myself but before I could say anything, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. She smiled, muttering good bye and stepping out. My eyes never leaving her back as the doors closed again.

Our private detective is digging deeper about these two personas, their profile will be sent soon. Mirna, Personal Secretary & Assistant of the CEO | Craige Inc. And on the file, it says that Hazel's mother indeed teamed-up with Stephanie and they were the ones who were responsible for the mess that we are in, all to make sure that Hazel wouldn't be happy.

"What, who could that be? I frown. It's early for a visitor and we never get visitors even if it's not early. The only person who usually comes is Danna and I'm sure she's still asleep right now. I walk to the door with Oliver in my arms and open it. "Yes?" a tall man in a suit with neatly combed hair stares at me. He looked like an executive. "Can I help you?" "Hazel Mason," he says. "Yes, it's me..." I say with reservation, intimidating his serious look and he's too erect to be normal, reminds me of....