Hazel Hook Novels & Stories

~ASHTON~ I observe the exact moment when the fruit begins to influence Hazel. Her pupils dilate, and a mysterious glow darkens her eyes, making her appear different. Her gaze shifts to me, now infused with a seductive intensity that wasn't there before. "Hazel," I whisper softly, my voice tinged with concern, as I tentatively meet her eyes. "Are you okay?" I have no firsthand experience of how it feels physically to consume that fruit. Although I understand it enhances her desire for intimacy, I'm also worried it might induce pain or discomfort, adding a layer of worry to my frustration.

Hazel shot him a glare, "What's wrong with right now?" She asked, stretching her hand for the door knob. Hazel quietly pushed the door open, and Rodrigo's eyes widened in shock.

Lyra inquired, her keen eyes assessing Hazel's reactions. Hazel stuttered in response, and Lyra couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of nervousness—her raised heartbeat and dilated pupils. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken tension as Lyra delved deeper into her inquiry, each moment revealing more than Hazel might have intended. "I was sick. I... fever," Hazel replied. Lyra sensed her vulnerability, recognizing her as merely a human. However, this didn't negate the fact that Hazel could potentially be used as a rogue's pawn to infiltrate the pack.

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.

Harden asked, and Hazel lowered her head. “I don’t know,” she whispered. Harden sat down, looking at her before sighing. “I understand, you love him and can’t let go of the thought of him being in danger, and you—” “You don’t understand anything, Harden,” she interrupted, sighing. “Can I check what’s in the basket?” she asked, trying to divert the conversation. Harden gave her a dry smile, nodding. Hazel stood up and walked to the basket on her bed. She unwrapped it and immediately chuckled.

"And one more thing, we have the international boards coming over too. You shouldn't fuck everything up with your mood. It can be really dangerous." "Okay. Thanks for the information. I will get to work right away." Hazel said and hurried to her desk. She put on her computer and started typing away. She was trying as fast as she could to complete the designation on the board. This didn't seem like something she could finish within thirty minutes. It was rough and incomplete. She was trying all her best to make sure she finish what was in front of her when the landline made a loud shrill, distracting her. She reached for the telephone, placing it on her ear and pressed it against her shoulder

When I pulled it out, the screen had been filled with BDSM slang and talk about switching bedpartners among friends. That was when I found out that they filmed everything. They then used the footage to control the victims, preventing them from reporting their activities to the police. I later overheard him on the phone mentioning an island. He was a frequent visitor there. Every time before his trip there, he would become unusually excited. When he returned, he would have a spring in his step that would last for quite a while. I eventually suspected that the island was where they held their little get-togethers.