Novel & Cerita Hazel Wells Fairly Oddparents

"I have amazing news. Hazel has been in a terrible accident and he's in a state of coma and will probably never wake up again." His father, who was eating, dropped his spoon and asked, "What? Hazel was in an accident? What happened to him? Why won't he wake up again? What kind of accident? Did you do it?" "What are you saying?" His wife asked him. "How can you accuse your son of such a horrible thing? You know that Hazel has been very unfair to us. Valor and Stone only want to get what belongs to them. It's just unfortunate that Hazel got into an accident."

“Not yet.” She nodded in acknowledgment and strode back to her station, where her fingers tapped furiously on her tablet. Only then did Greg get back to Hazel’s profile. Perfect upbringing. Gold-mine parents: a former Chief Octopus and former Deputy Chief Octopus, now retired and living their days in a quiet countryside. Hazel had good grades. Joined the hunters fresh out of high school while finishing college in civil engineering and graduated as valedictorian. Goddess, this was mind-numbing. Might as well add that she was hunter royalty after her name.

“I have watched it for years. Adrian spirals, and you patch him up. Adrian embarrasses himself, and you smile for the cameras. Adrian forgets his daughter, and you are there, filling the seat so Hazel doesn’t feel abandoned. It is the same story, over and over again. Yet, mum thinks it is the opposite that happens.” The slam of the front door cut through the tension like a blade. Hazel’s small footsteps pattered against the floor as she rushed in, her schoolbag bouncing against her back. “Aunty Claire!” Hazel squealed, running into the kitchen. She threw her arms around her aunt, her little face lighting up with joy. Claire bent down, hugging the girl warmly, though her eyes flicked toward A

Chapter 8 Hazel's Point of View I opened my eyes slowly and I was surprised to see myself in a strange room. I blinked my eyes a few times to be sure I was not dreaming. I sat straight on the bed and I rubbed my eyes slowly. The bed is so comfy and I would say I have a good sleep. My eyes fell on the window and I saw it was already late at night. Memories of what happened earlier flooded in my head and I widened my eyes in shock. I am now married to the devil. No wonder he didn't appear in my dream. Turns out that my worst nightmare had finally come to reality.

Hazel and I exchanged glances before facing my mamma, who looked at us with curiosity. "Is there something I should know?" she questioned. "Aunt Amanda fired her," I disclosed, noticing the shock on my mamma's face. I hesitated to reveal everything Hazel had endured over the past week, fearing my Mamma would blame me. "What? Why?" my mamma exclaimed, still in disbelief. "I... I don't know. I was in the hospital when she let me go," Hazel responded. My mamma was stunned by this new information. "What happened?" she asked, her expression shifting to concern. Hazel offered a small smile.

Hazel’s first days with the Jacksons were strange. Everything around her felt different. The house was not big like Valentina’s. There were no marble floors, no tall mirrors, no maids walking by. Instead, there were narrow halls, uneven wooden boards, and walls where the paint had started to peel.

Hazel responded, placing the toddler’s hand on her tummy. "She moved!" Williams giggled in awe, earning bounds of laughter from his parents. "Yes baby. She likes you,” Hazel assured and his eyes enlarged with happiness. “I like you too sister,” he whispered, and Ryland lifted him up. "Common, we will be late for uncle Caleb's wedding," Ryland said as they walked towards the door. The drive to the wedding was very short, but within that brief period, Hazel's mind couldn't help but wander around the events that had taken place in her life in the past years.

“Hey, anything can happen to that woman. Moreover, Calvin is an attractive man behind his bruised face. A young widow like Hazel Hayes would easily be attracted to Calvin when she only had him in a remote place.” "She said she was helped by a kind old couple." "You think I believe? It’s damn nonsense!" shouted Richmond loudly. He didn't fully believe Hazel’s words. But he himself also has no evidence to disprove it. The only way he could prove Hazel's words were true was by placing a bug in his apartment. That way he could monitor every move of Hazel and her child through the sounds they made. "Who do you think the child's father is?"

Leaning against the bed of Tyler’s pickup, Hazel stared at the fire crackling, casting an orange flow on the circle of people surrounding it. She scanned each face, smiling as her gaze settled on Max, beer in his hand as he chatted with Lou and her husband, Hank. This is what she’d wanted for the night. With her mother gone and her father unwell, introducing Max to Lou and Hank had felt more pivotal than she’d anticipated. Seeing them together made something twang deep in her chest, a small smile brimming against the can of pop she brought to her lips.

But her mother's face was bleak, like an old woman who had experienced hardship and setbacks. "Mom, you need to rest more and watch less TV, especially this kind of content." Hazel walked a few steps to the TV and tried to turn it off, but she couldn't find the switch, so she unplugged it directly. Isabella snapped out of her trance and saw Hazel and Jack coming over. She was slightly surprised, but quickly composed herself and nodded at Jack greeting him, "Jack, are you here too?" "Auntie, how are you feeling today?" Jack asked.