Hazel Hook Novels & Stories

Hazel didn't want to give up, she wanted him to touch but she could not deny that she felt shameless for asking him to touch her after making out with another lady. Zeus stared at her and thought to himself. “What can I do for you to give up, Hazel? I don't want to hurt you too much. Hazel slipped her hands into his shirt, touching his bare chest abruptly. Zeus hissed through his teeth at the touch, her hands were soft and slightly warm. “Hazel, are you sure about this? Zeus asked again, he wouldn't stop if she started to feel sick.

Today we all celebrated that i was awake and thankfully alive. Author’s Note Hey Guys, We have about 2 more chapters to go before the ending of ‘hooked up’ Thank you for reading

“Something that hurts Reaper. Routes. Safehouses. Weak points in their security. Prove you’re choosing me.” Hazel didn’t look up right away. She finished writing a note, then set the pen down. Her face stayed calm, almost bored. Inside, her mind turned fast and cold. *Feed him scraps. Make them look valuable. Point him at places we already abandoned or reinforced. Buy time. Learn more.*

Hazel took it from her grip and scooped a spoonful into the tiny bottle until it was almost filled to the brim. She finished and cocked it while Kira looked at it with keen interest. She stretched forth her hands to take it but Hazel shook her head sideways. "Before I give this to you," Hazel began, looking at her. "I need to know one thing" she added. "What is that? You want to know who I intend to use it on?" She questioned as if she could see right through Hazel. But Hazel only shook her head sideways. "No. I don't care who you want to use it on" she began

But if he tastes it on my lips… Hazel uncorked the vial and drank. A strange warmth spread through her body. Her limbs felt slightly heavy, but she pushed forward. She had to do this. She had to find out the truth, whether callan was against it or not *** When Hazel entered the bedroom, Callan was already there, sitting on the edge of the bed, tapping his hand on his lap as if he was very anxious about something, perhaps the fact that he had a little argument with hazel.

Her eyes focused on the dark distance before her as she tried to recall an accurate report of how much of the laced water Micah drank. "Ahh!!" Hazel's loud and sharp cry filled the cold night as a sharp pain shot through her and straight to her head. She looked down on the plump woman squatting before her holding a nearly burnt out matchstick and a big size of a thorn with a smile on her face. "You see? It did not take too long," Shana said with a smirk and all Hazel wanted to do was slap the smile off her face. She had played Hazel by asking about Micah and thereby taking her mind off of the situation at hand so that she would take out the thorn without Hazel's knowledge.

Hazel hesitated but decided to answer the call. “Hazel, where have you been?” Susan said irritably. “Gone to nurture my relationship with Joshua,” Hazel replied without emotion. "You really don't have a sense of crisis," Susan was anxious. "Don't you know what has happened?" "I just found out." Hazel lowered her eyes. "You are not anxious?" Susan's voice sounded worried. “What is the point of being anxious? I don’t have a necklace to prove my identity,” Hazel was worried before, but Susan’s attitude made her feel a little odd. “More importantly, why are you more anxious than me?”

HAZEL’S HOUSE – STILL IN THE MORNING Hazel stood in front of the mirror, slipping her books into her shoulder bag. She was dressed casually, hair in a messy ponytail, earbuds in, head bobbing lightly to the music. The sharp sound of a car horn outside made her flinch. She yanked out one earbud and walked over to the window. Her eyes narrowed the moment she saw the sleek black car parked in front of the gate. She frowned deeply when she saw the plate number , she immediately recognized it has Randy's car.

Hazel excused and they both went to the bathroom. “What is it? Again nauseated?” “Oh don’t worry. It’s not nausea. It’s you. You need to apply some base over your neck.” “Excuse me? But why?” “It seems your boyfriend decided to give you a hickey. My eyes just fell on it.” Hazel's eyes went wide, “What? Shit!” She saw her reflection in the mirror and started fishing for her base in the purse. “You hide that love mark till then I need to pee.” She winked before closing the stall door.

Bree regained consciousness before she opened her eyes, which allowed her to enjoy the feeling of being taken care of a bit longer. The gentle strokes on her hair and cooling sensation on her neck took her to a blissful state and when she opened her eyes, she met a pair of hazel ones that gazed her with such intensity she found it impossible to look away. Nathaniel froze when her eyes fluttered. He wanted to stay there, but he was not known for his self-restrain when it came to matters of the flesh and escalating things with the witch would only compromise his endgame. He opted for a harsh approach instead.