Hazel Warren Novels & Stories

I took my laptop into the library, tried opening work emails, answered two vendor questions, then closed everything again because apparently sitting in my ex-husband’s house, except he was still technically my husband, while waiting for a lawyer to arrive with an audit of an old affair was not the ideal mental state for evaluating fabric samples. At exactly 10:36, security sent a notification to my phone. VISITOR ARRIVAL: HAZEL MORRISON CLEARANCE REQUEST I stared at the approval button. Then pressed it. A few minutes later, Hazel appeared in the foyer wearing a camel trench coat, black sunglasses, a large leather tote over one shoulder, and the face of a woman who had already survived two co

Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair. But I have to admit, she is hardly as stunning as Lexia. "I don't know...Six days maybe?" I can't remember, because every moment has me on edge. I have never felt this much pain in my life, not knowing where she was. It brought me back to the day she first declined my offer. Or maybe, the day I found out she was fucking her assistant. I've never wanted someone dead so much in my life. "Four days, actually."

“I heard that Hazel Denmark, the current President of Denmark Group, has married another man. Is it true?” *** Listening to the reporters’ sharp questions, the directors’ faces turned paler and paler. “Didn’t I tell you not to let those reporters come?” Director Wilson whispered angrily to Mrs. Wilson. Before the meeting, Director Wilson was eager for these reporters to come and ruin Hazel’s reputation. But Hazel’s man was Joshua, which would only make Hazel and Joshua more welcome and popular. How could Director Wilson be willing to help Joshua? So he immediately told Mrs. Wilson to stop the reporters at that time.

The timestamp. All of it leading back to one truth, the night Hazel Jackson became Hazel Castell wasn’t an accident. It was a business decision. And it had been signed, sealed, and delivered by Valentina’s accountant.

But Hazel was their friend, and they knew how hard she worked in order to get Hanz’s attention. Hazel Trent was the class monitor of Class One. In the school, she ranked third, just behind Yan Bouchard. Also, even if she belonged to one of the richest families in Altair as well, she behaved like a scholar student. She wore the school uniform properly, and acted as a good leader. Since Year One, she had fallen for Hanz Jensen, but the boy never paid her attention, which was okay. After all, Hanz Jensen paid attention to no one.

You seem more comfortable when she's around. Hazel's expression softened at the mention of her furry companion. "Yes, that sounds perfect. Thank you, Zain." Hazel got up and began to prepare herself for the day, but a feeling of being adrift still swayed her thoughts. Yet, the prospect of escaping her thoughts for a while outside seemed like a lifeline. As she stepped into the bathroom, she couldn't help but steal a quick glance at her reflection in the mirror, hoping to find some reassurance of normalcy. Pressing on with her morning routine, she was abruptly interrupted by a sudden, searing pain shooting through her wrist.

Hazel’s once defiant spirit was subdued by the shocking turn of events but her mind was still alive and it couldn’t stop thinking about all kinds of things even when she was lying on the couch at the security post. ‘Does he plan to raise my child with that vulgar woman? Is he going to kill me just like that? Is this what I gain from trusting him?’ “I’m such a fool!” She yelled loudly, startling everyone present as she suddenly regained her voice. She slowly stood up from the couch and stretched her body to let out the pain. “My day is so f@cked up.” She mumbled to herself as a security guard approached her. “Ma’am, now that you’re up, can you tell us your name and what you were doing at Ms.

Her sharp sapphire eyes stared at him as if she wanted to skin him alive. “Have you gone nuts, Clayton?” Hazel erupted. She ran her fingers in her shoulders-length hair. Hazel is the present Chief Human Resource of Phoenix Empire. She was also the one in charge of finding him a secretary ‘again’ which is obviously the least of her favorite tasks. “Don't ignore me, Icen Clayton Blackstone!” Icen raised his head with a sigh. He saw the deep frown carved on her forehead, knitting her elegant eyebrows into a straight line. “Why did you have to fire your new secretary?” She asked her jaw clenched.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

"Apologies for what just happened. Hazel doesn’t know how to talk—please don’t take her words to heart." The alluring woman in the striking red dress curved her lips into a smile. "Oh, Mr. Price, what are you saying? That was Miss Hazel Queen—the current president of Queen Corp. How could I dare to clash with someone like her?" "But seeing how you two interact, you’re like a pair of bickering lovers. It’s really a pity you divorced." Damon’s gaze grew a shade more complex as he watched the car carrying Hazel drive away. If it weren’t for those misunderstandings...