Hazel Wells Fairly Oddparents Novels & Stories

"I'm not your husband but someone closest to you! This thing is so weird. I'm afraid you won't believe my words. Don't call the police! Pretend nothing has happened and go to the bank first!" I break into a cold sweat instantly. My parents passed away a year ago, so Nathan is my only family. How on earth did the texter find out I was about to call the police? Could it be a voyeur who found Nathan's phone and is spying on me? Is that guy an expert in telepathy? These thoughts vex me. I got out of bed to close the curtains. However, when I see my reflection in the French window, a weird thought suddenly crosses my mind.

I acted on his orders and started investigating what really happened to Hazel. For one week plus, it was like finding a needle in a haystack. Not until an additional test result showed up. It showed Hazel had started consuming a poisonous substance one week after her check-up at the hospital. That’s when things started to click. Thanks to a few slips caught on CCTV footage, we finally pieced it together. The person who’d been poisoning her—mixing it into her shots, meds, even her water—was none other than Mrs. Huxley. The midwife my father hired to prevent another miscarriage.

The shrill voice immediately greeted Hazel's arrival from behind the kitchen door. The woman who Hazel had come to think of as her own mother looked panicked as she came in covered in blood. It was understandable that there were obvious blood stains from the man earlier, as both Hazel's pajamas and coat were all white. "What happened to you Hazel? Are you hurt badly?"

I saw the subordinate who took a glance at the screen of her phone, too. "Boss, isn't this the girl that we captured last night in the forest—" The subordinate suddenly fell to the floor, his head covered in his blood. Hazel did not even flinch at the sight, as if she was already used to this kind of scenario in her home. I gasped in my place, my hands covering my mouth to stop myself from vomiting at the scene. "Is it true, Papa? Is it true that my best friend was captured during your wolf's hunt?" Hazel asked in a cold voice to her father.

As long as he behaved himself and stayed a proper husband to me, Nadia Campbell, I would make sure the York family wouldn't have to worry about money ever again. On the other hand, if he ever betrayed me, he would walk away with nothing. It was obvious the people here were out of the loop. They had no idea that York Group was already a shadow of what it used to be, yet they were all scrambling to flatter Ms. White. In less than a minute, I had pieced together most of what had happened. Still, Hazel came first. I couldn't just stand there and wait for the police to arrive. Hence, I stepped forward without hesitation. "I'm Hazel's mother. Could you tell me what exactly my daughter did to make

Joel asked "I don't really know..." Sonia said "First she fainted,,, next she talked about a picture,,, an invisible picture" Dan said. "I really think something is just not right like something is fishy and we have to fish it...." Joel said but they were interrupted by their dad's deep voice. "Here we are kids... Go down" Mr Houston's voice rang as they jumped in delight. Except for Angela who as the introvert got down from the car gently. "Wow! This is so beautiful" They exclaimed in delight.

Kat was eleven when she experienced hers. "Oh no, someone will be getting 'the talk' soon." Kat spoke in a sing song voice. "Can I get it from you instead of mum?" Hazel asked desperately. "What's wrong with me?" Aunt Sarah asked sounding offended. "You make it weird, mummy." Hazel spoke. Aunt Sarah placed her hand on her chest and turned to look at her husband. Uncle Victor shrugged. "Well..." Aunt Sarah gasped. Uncle Victor wrapped his arms around her and placed a kiss on her cheek. "We like weird, don't we kids?"

“Nope. Papa bought a woman last night. No one knew about this unknown guest. I figured out when I came to the living in the morning to collect my books.” “God, did Miles see any of these?” I sit up from my position. “Almost. But then I busied him with a game.” She smiles. “I am a genius.” “What game?” I can smell trouble from her laugh. Hazel is not someone who will tolerate things calmly, and it scares me a lot. Sometimes I feel her actions are a little vivid and hard to think. “We played with the water gun.” “That’s it.” “Yep.” “Hazel.” “Okay, we made our papa’s little guest the target and splash red water all over her body.”

Max answered after a pause. Hazel raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with mockery. “Oh, he has a family?” Max’s jaw tightened at her sarcasm, but he forced himself to keep his composure. “That’s not your concern,” he said firmly. “You should focus on yourself and finish your food.” Hazel stood up abruptly, her frustration palpable. “Not my concern? I deserve to know what’s going on! Everything’s different, and no one is telling me anything. I have a right to understand what happened!”

This time, I will get what I want. I got back home and saw Hazel crouching outside my house. She came rushing over to me. "Please, listen to me. There's nothing between me and Joshua! He's just my mom's friend's son!" I took a step back. "Stop harassing me already. Just… just take the loss, okay? Everyone goes through shitty relationships with shitty people at least once in their lives. It was just my turn." "No…" Hazel put on a mask that said she was deeply in love. And then her phone rang. It was her father, and she wanted to hang up, but I smiled.