Hazel Rainart Novels & Stories

HAZEL I am walking around town outside the palace, enjoying the cheerful atmosphere. The children are playing in the streets, and their laughter fills the air. I have a bag of candy with me, and I start handing it out to the kids who gather around me, their faces lighting up with joy. “Thank you, Princess Hazel!” One of the little girls says, hugging me. “You’re welcome, sweetie!” I reply, smiling warmly at her. Suddenly, the sky darkens, and a large thunderstorm comes out of nowhere. The first raindrops hit the ground, and I feel a chill run down my spine. I look up, worried.

Suddenly, she saw Ariel sitting in the corner waving at her far away, "Hazel, here!" She quickly weaved through the crowd and went to sit with Ariel and Summer. Crystal followed behind her; Summer looked at her curiously and whispered to Hazel, “Who is she? Your friend?” "Well," Hazel nodded. "A friend that is responsible for protecting me." Summer and Ariel looked at Hazel with a different expression. Hazel even had a private bodyguard, the rumors on the forum had to be true. "Hazel, you are really..." Ariel couldn't finish her words. "Just like what you think," Hazel whispered.

“Miss Ara is asking me to come with her for a walk.” “I’ll come with her instead.” “Yes, Sir.” Czar left them alone. Ara twisted her head towards Vanluke. When their eyes met Ara couldn’t take it back. She watched her own reflection in his grayish eyes. She wondered what it would be like to see that pair of beautiful foreign eyes every morning when she wakes up. Imagine his attention only pointing at her. Wouldn’t that be so fantastic? “Why are you staring so intently?” “I’m imagining what it would be like to see your eyes every morning of my life.”

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights

When she bent down to pick up the little girl who stopped immediately as soon as she saw her now mother she whispered in the baby’s ear, “We are finally free,” When Kit opened the door and brought the car seat out with the little girl, she remembered something about running down the street to get to her father’s car to make her escape. It was now raining, just like it was that night. It was not hard downpour it was a late gentle rain. She remembered the words that her father said, “This rain will wash away all that has happened,” She looked up at the sky and smiled as she now completely understood what her father was trying to say then, “This rain will finally wash away all that happened,” S

Each stroke of her brush, each blend of color, each moment of contemplation was infused with a newfound depth and passion, each artful endeavor becoming a reflection of her innermost self. Throughout the day, guided by the echoes of the dream library, Hazel continued her artistic exploration with a sense of wonder and discovery. She allowed her creativity to flow freely, each brushstroke a dance of expression, each layer of color a manifestation of her thoughts and emotions, each artistic creation a testament to the transformative power of art.

He wasn't aquatinted with fashion and he didn't understand how things worked. He just watched as slender ladies swayed majestically through the columns and other people were taking pictures. He wondered if Ketra's turn was already done and hoped she was still backstage. A moment of silence came in as reporters turned their cameras towards the backstage exit as a tall slender figure appeared in black with lights turned down to dim. Rain's nostrils flared as he caught a merry sweet scent of Vanilla-mint and he could feel his wolf wagging its tail happily. What a blessing!

Hazel is mine alone! "Don't even go there, she's out of bounds" I warn sternly "Why's that?" He asks confused "I like her okay, so you stay at least one mile radius away from her" I warn again and this time around more sternly. "Boys, who's this Hazel girl?" "She's Klaus' personal assistant" "And you both are interested in her?" Mum asked with a creased brow. "I like her" Craig insists "No you don't!" I interject.

Didn’t dress too trashy and she had these bright blue eyes that well, you guys know how I am with blue eyes. But anyway, are you guys still coming through next week? _____________________________________________________________________ RESPONSE TO FROM: The.Chris.Matthew@Ravenwood.com Hey Chief Firstly, congrats on the score. Secondly, you’re an idiot. Human girl. Like why? You deserve the puke. Yeah, we coming through on Sunday. You can show us what was so appealing about these “blue eyed” beauties. Can get Mason some? Chris _________________________________________________________________________ Hailstorm’s POV

He eventually turns the water off and helps me get out of the shower. After handing Owen a fresh fluffy towel so he can dry off, I say, “I hope all this rain doesn’t ruin the Summer Moon Festival. Most of the events are outside.” “One day of rain shouldn’t ruin much. Gives everyone a day to rest indoors.” He comments, putting the towel over his head and drying his long blonde hair. His stunning naked body on display making my mouth salivate. “Luna Rosaline and the Gamma’s daughter, Hazel Summers, worked really hard on the events. Hopefully. they have an indoor backup plan.” I wrap the towel around my naked body, tucking the ends under my arms.