Hazel Warren Novels & Stories

It was her small poultice bag for medical emergencies. Hazel smiled mischievously back at me. “Always be prepared.” Hazel was the quintessential healer. She used to be an assistant of my mother. She was a genius in the art of herbs. “I don’t think there’s anyone more prepared for an accident than you are,” I said. “Did you really think we’d all be killing each other at the Mating Ball?” “Fights have started for stupider things than finding a mate for life,” Hazel said seriously. “And I’m very sorry to say, I always find you in trouble.”

"I have something important to share with you all." The room fell silent as Arin continued to speak, her words heavy with accusation. "As some of you may know, the CEO has recently expressed his love for Hazel. According to what he says, he loves Hazel because he felt the love but to me, I think he loves her simply because the directors like her too and she can take the company to a great height. However, what you may not know, which is the very truth is that Hazel is a kleptomaniac. She has been stealing from the company for months, and it's time that we all knew the truth."

There was a photograph on top. Hazel, outside a building I recognized immediately. Valentino Enterprises. She was walking out with Reed Ashford beside her, holding a folder against her chest, hair down and dressed sharp. She wasn't looking at the camera. She wasn't even looking at anything in particular. She was just moving forward with this expression on her face that I had never once seen when she was living in my house. She looked certain. Like a woman who knew exactly what she was doing and where she was going. Hazel was now working for the Valentino’s? Of all the companies she could work with she choose our enemies, she choose our biggest rival’s company.

After the BMW Z4 was parked at the Bray Temple’s parking lot, Assistant Mullins took Harvey to a box inside the temple. When the doors opened, Harvey saw a few women gossiping up a storm. Even though Yvonne Xavier did not wear any makeup, her perfect face was still extremely stunning in a crowd like this. And right beside her was a woman wearing a Givenchy suit. It was none other than Hazel Malone herself. Hazel was quite different compared to the past. Not only was her makeup exquisite, but the clothes that she wore were also carefully matched together. Even if it were a small ornament or a silk scarf, they weren’t things an ordinary person could buy with an entire year’s salary.

“You made me worried, Hazel. Don’t just appear out of nowhere. Especially earlier when your annoying friend removed her contact lenses.” Hazel and I broke apart from our hug when Zekiel arrived, glaring at me, so I hid behind Hazel. “Don’t worry, Keil. I’ll scare you more next time.” Zekiel gave Hazel a sharp look, but she didn’t care at all. By the way, this is Hazel Reign. She’s a mafia leader. I met her four years ago, during the time someone tried to harm my brother Clark. She helped me infiltrate them, and her reason? She was annoyed with her father’s way of running the mafia world, so she approached me—especially since she knew I was the only one who could tame her father.

He leaned casually in the door frame observing them quietly, without letting them about his presence. “What are you doing Hazel?” Minerva asked her while fixing her doll’s hair. “I am making Vanilla shampoo Minerva. For you.” They both had not seen him. Hazel was cooking some deliciously smelled concoction on the stove. No doubt he liked Hazel a lot. She had this lively and chirpy personality. The girl who was at first scared of werewolves, was actually a Ph.D. in the subject. She could tell facts and figures about the werewolf communities which even werewolves were not aware of.

"Have a good day at work, Haze. I love you." "Love you too. Drive safe," Hazel said, giving him a quick kiss before stepping out of the car. She pulled her coat tight against the cold wind and hurried up the concrete steps into the massive lobby. She swiped her security badge at the turnstiles and caught the elevator up to the forty-second floor. Hazel was a twenty-five-year-old data analyst. She crunched numbers, built projection models, and spent most of her day in a quiet cubicle. It was supposed to be a completely normal Tuesday.

“I was looking for you. When I didn't find you, I asked your assistant where you were." “Oh, sorry about that." He chuckled. “I just have to fix some things. Wardrobe malfunction." “Are you alright?" The girl asked worriedly. “You look pale." “I'm fine." He said. “I'm just tired, that's all.” “W-what's that?" “Huh?” “This..." She said. “Is this... is this a lipstick?!" Hazel quickly took her dress off as she started hearing footsteps heading her way. She needed the girl to see her with only her undergarments on so she didn't put the replacement dress on at once.

I figured it was a macho, male ego thing. But still…. It seemed like such a waste to let the Ferrari just sit in the driveway. Other than that, life was pretty much perfect. Hazel was a rock star at work. She was the perfect personal assistant. She did all my communicating for me. She was thrilled to have a job outside of the pack. Her father had always been opposed to her working in the human world, so this was her first taste of working for human society. And she soaked it up like a sponge.

I hung up right away when that excited cry of release hit my ears. My heart was pounding hard, and I admit the whole thing had been dirty as hell in the most shameless way. That voice obviously belonged to the Omega Lorenzo had given a chance to redeem herself by working as his hacker. Stephanie had told me she was falling in love with a girl, and now I understood perfectly why she had ditched me on my wedding day to have a quickie with her girlfriend. “Nice friend you are... pfft, trading me for a new pair of tits,” I muttered, though I wasn’t really mad at her.