Novel & Cerita Hazel Rainart

“Anyway, You didn’t need to come here in this rain! I would have come to deliver them!” “Are you serious? I can ignore this rainy season, but Hazel can’t! She wanted to come out!” She laughed, adding, “And it is a sin to take a lover away from her lover!” “Aww, that’s so cute, Haze! But I also like to get wet in the rain!” She whined, making Hazel giggle. She was listening to them silently.

“Love,” he called her lovingly. He bent slightly and hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Her body found relaxation in his arms but she chooses not to answer him. She was upset with him. She could not forget that. Christian sighed after he did not get her response. She stared at the view outside her room through the window and it was raining outside. Trees outside were greener than before and the smell of wet soil and leaves mixed together reached them. Hazel loved rain but she could not go out and enjoy that because she was seven months pregnant. Autumn has started and the weather always turned colder than usual whenever it rained. Even the greenery outside was fa

He looked at Hazel with hurt and confusion in his eyes. "Hazel...what is this? What's happening here?" Before she could answer him, Arin appeared on the stage with a microphone in her hand. She smiled wickedly at Hazel and spoke loudly. "Hello everyone! I'm sure you're all wondering what's going on. Well, let me tell you. This is Hazel, Gerald's fiancée. And she is a thief. A kleptomaniac, to be precise. She has a compulsive disorder that makes her steal things, even when she doesn't need them. She has been stealing things for years, and she has never been caught. Until now."

Her balance wavered slightly, and Arthur instinctively reached out to steady her. "You’ve already had six glasses," Arthur said, concern edging into his voice. "Please, stop drinking. This isn’t good for you." Hazel waved him off with a flick of her wrist, rolling her eyes. "Safe? What’s the worst that can happen, Arthur? My life’s already a disaster." But as she lifted the glass for another sip, she paused. Her body felt unusually warm, and her vision blurred slightly. Her fingers trembled, and she set the glass down unsteadily.

Everything feels quieter in the rain. I sit curled up in the large armchair by the hearth, an old, knitted shawl draped over my shoulders. My fingers absently trace the rim of the mug in my hands—lukewarm tea now, the scent of ginger and lemongrass still clinging to the steam. Hazel is humming under her breath as she braids wildflowers into her doll’s coarse black hair. She talks to it as she works, whispering stories about ancient queens and brave daughters. The stories sound suspiciously familiar—versions of mine that I thought she was too young to remember.

I pushed down the storm of emotions, grabbed my things, and called a ride. Hazel opened her door, wearing paint-stained shorts and one sock. “You’re early.” She let me in, and I stifled a yawn. Her apartment looked exactly as I had imagined it would be - chaotic, vibrant, and unapologetically hers. Paintings leaned against every wall, covering nearly every surface. Half-finished canvases stood near the open windows, brushes soaking in jars of murky water. The air hung heavy with the sharp scent of oil paint, fresh coffee, and a faint trace of cigarettes.

by Faith Hill. Charlotte feels hot…bloody hot. Azraiel’s hands are on her body…everywhere…His hands roam from the back of her head, tangled in her hair to lazily drag down her back…His hands can’t stand still…. his fingers leave a fire blazing wherever they touch…. His tongue entangled with hers…their lips never leaving each other….hands, as if physically in pain at the thought of not touching each other…. He tastes like coffee….and smells like a forest after rain…she thinks to herself.

Doubts darling can ruin a relationship. - Rain RAIN POV The light seeped from the curtains or what I thought because it was falling on my eyes. I tried to move but something was holding me back. Frustrated, I opened my eyes. My eyes leisurely travelled down to my waist where I could see a tattooed mascular arm. I looked up to see the owner of the hand was non other than Damien. I got to know one thing and that is his arm is very heavy. What does he eats bricks and cement? I tried moving my left arm so that I could remove Damien's arm but I couldn't move it. Wait am I paralyzed?

Threading my fingers in my hair, I pressed my face against the desk and released a huge sigh. It hurts. Why does it hurt? I pulled out my phone and I scrolled through my gallery, littered with Xania's pictures and videos. I scrolled through the pictures I had taken of her when she was painting, she was on her knees with one paintbrush pushed against her middle ear, while the thinner brush was in between her delicate fingers, she said that brush was for detailing the textures the thicker brush couldn't do. Once she finished her painting, I could clearly see what she meant about the detailing. The colours she used were primarily dark although some were bright, the painting had some kind of flo

"So the rumors are true, you're back," Greka said. I rolled my eyes. " I am not 'back', I am Rain." "Ha-ha, hilarious," She pretended to laugh and then she glared at me. "But for real though, I missed you!" She pouts and I can't help but smile at her. If there's Harley quin and Cat woman, well there's also Rain and Greka. Greka is the Cat woman and I'm what they call 'Harley'. I am known for many names, but they know 'Rain' more.