Novel & Cerita Hazel Rainart

"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....

"Arisa Gail Valentine!" My head shot up to the direction where the spotlight headed and there she was. The claps from the students faded out slowly through my ears while I stared at her merely. Her raven hair was flowing down on her snowy shoulders as her silver hairpins shone like prairie stars in the starry night. A pair of blue eyes were shifted down to avoid the uncomfortable light yet it still showed how she looked so captivating in my hazel green one.

Hazel said, her voice quiet but determined. “Good,” I said. “Keep at it. You’ll get better with time.” *** Hazel’s POV The next day, I went back to the hut to practice with Mara the healer but when I entered, I saw three girls around my age talking to each other. “And who are you?” One of them who had blonde hair and blue eyes stared at me with disgust. She looked like those blonde girls one would see on television modeling for big companies. “I’m Hazel,” I smiled at them.

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

She yelled then ran away with the guy trailing behind her. Hazel then took the replacement dress and put it on. She gathered her things and stepped out of the bathroom. Finding no one in the room, she walked to the door. She froze as she saw her subject on the floor, crying. Her heart felt heavy with guilt and she found herself wanting to go and comfort him. But remembering that emotions aren't part of her job, she turned and walked to the opposite direction. **********

“You’re going to get me arrested!” Hazel dramatically gasped. "Oh no! Did I say too much?! I am sorry " she said and burst into laughter. The bartender from earlier peeked out the door, chuckling. “Is she yours?” “God, no, i don’t even know her name” Randy muttered. Hazel frowned and pointed at herself. “My name is Hazel. H-A-Z-E-L. Like the nut Or the eye color ” She twirled clumsily, lost balance, and—boom—fell right into Randy’s arms again, nearly knocking them both over this time around.

The following week began with rain. Heavy rain. The sort that turned Paris silver. The sort that blurred windows and softened the edges of buildings. Jessica stood beneath the gallery awning watching people hurry along the pavement. Umbrellas bounced through the crowd. Cars sprayed water across the road. The city looked entirely different in the rain. Quieter somehow. More reflective. More honest. Behind her, Henri was rearranging paintings. Again. A task he claimed was essential. A task Jessica strongly suspected he simply enjoyed.

But…I sighed; Rachel is nowhere near me. "So, where is the created of this masterpiece," I said, looking at the waiter standing in front of me "We're so sorry but just as I was going to call her, she seems to disappear without any notice," the waiter replied, staring anywhere but at me. "But why..," I asked. I wanted to meet the master behind this masterpiece. "I don't know but that's how sometimes Rachel is..," "Wait, Rachel…." Did he mention Rachel, or something else? "Yeah, it's one of Rachel's original," He said, this time with a smile.

Victoria called from the front door before disappearing with her mate, Micah, and his date. I looked over at Raina who started twirling around in the rain, the happiest smile I’d ever seen on her face. She took the hair tie out of her hair, which was now fanning out around her. She looked like she belonged in the rain - like she was made for it. I didn’t know how that was possible but seeing her wet and unleashed, I’d never seen her look more beautiful. Nor had I ever seen her so happy. “Love,” I started. “You’re going to get sick.”

No dance, no drinks. “I don't think I can ever imagine that.” Hazel rolled her eyes when she noticed a guy staring at her. He kept smiling at her, and she glanced away. “That guy is weird; how can he keep staring at me that way?” Hazel whispered, and Tasha’s gaze moved to the guy who was now approaching them. “He is coming,” Tasha muttered. The guy stood next to Tasha while smiling at Hazel. “Excuse me for staring that long; I am a lover of the arts and couldn't take my eyes off a perfect piece of art when I saw one.”