Hazelight Games Novels & Stories

He shrugged. "Okay, then I'll go." She smiled. "Evening!... Don't miss it, some of our Indian clients will be attending and you are the host... Be on time because all eyes will be on you. Mariana will give you the rest of the information." He smirked. Mira smiled at him. "Holi party, yes!" Rafael noticed the sadness behind her smile. "What have you decided?" "I don't know, I am not able to understand whom to trust and whom not."

Lyra inquired, her keen eyes assessing Hazel's reactions. Hazel stuttered in response, and Lyra couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of nervousness—her raised heartbeat and dilated pupils. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken tension as Lyra delved deeper into her inquiry, each moment revealing more than Hazel might have intended. "I was sick. I... fever," Hazel replied. Lyra sensed her vulnerability, recognizing her as merely a human. However, this didn't negate the fact that Hazel could potentially be used as a rogue's pawn to infiltrate the pack.

Actually, I really shouldn’t talk… During that lesson, I slept through it at my desk because I was up all night trying to kill zombies on the gaming console with my brother. I start putting my stuff into the small bag I have attached to the back of my bike, hoping she would just go away. I really don’t want to deal with Hazel right now. I am too tired and emotionally drained for any more drama. Hazel can be full of herself sometimes, and I don’t even think she is aware of it. Hazel just rolls her eyes, “yeah. yeah, I don’t need to fight. I am the Gamma’s daughter; my job is to keep non-warrior pack members calm during a crisis. Besides I refuse to mess up my manicure.”

[HAZEL'S HOUSE] It was a dark room. The lights were off. The night city light cast its soft glow on the room. Hazel stood by the window. The gentle breeze was blowing her hair softly. A bottle was in her hand. A Liquid. Her eyes were dark as she stared at the contents written on the bottle. Sulfuric acid. She rolled the bottle in her palm with a cruel smirk. "You think this is over, Ixora?" she laughed menacingly.

- KILLIAN - A text notification diverts my attention from the screen to my phone. I was having a virtual meeting. Still having one, but the name that popped on along with the notification gave me all the reason I needed to zone out of this boring yet important meeting. Hazel. One end of my lips curls to form a not so noticeable half grin. 'What colour of fit fits to go to an eerie party?' She asks. 'Someone invited me for a dark fantasy, game night party today. I'm syked! Also worried but I've got no friends. lmaooo.' I read. My little angel is a loner? That's quite shocking yet I don't seem surprised.

It was a given. “So Hazel, you will play in the games me and Axel have planned for you just to keep us entertained. If you win, we call off the war, but if you don't— oh, sweet Hazel, there will be bloodshed.” My tummy clenched, and I found it hard to swallow. It was obvious. This wasn't something simple. “Don't be scared. It's just one game from each of us to appease our wrath.” he explained, and I had that strong persistent feeling that the games would be nasty.

The dark forest started to clear as I flew forward on my delicate wings. The first thing to catch my eye in the firelight was Kezia strapped to a pole in the middle of the nexus circle surrounded by what looked to be human bones. The rose bushes that were planted six years ago were the size of people, bushy, and well cared for. Their blooms were just starting to fade as the fall equinox rose. A hundred or so crystals sparkled in the moonlight spread out over the complicated circles drawn in the dirt. Mila stood at the edge of the circle chanting in a language I couldn't make out.

She's going to endure all the pain, she is a fighter. My fighter. Moments later, Doctor Patrick comes out looking very worked up. "Doctor Patrick, how's she?" I ask anxiously and he shakes his head. That is obviously not a good sign. "Talk to me Doctor Patrick, how's Hazel?" "You know she had a sensitive pregnancy right?" "Yeah, I knew that" "Right now Hazel is in a very critical state, she's exhausted and can't push anymore. We need to carry out a cesarean section on her to remove the baby"

Hadley explained, “Hazle Group isn’t just famous, their history goes a long way back. Over a thousand top architects from all over the world are gathered there. This company is the highest-earning construction company globally and they have a great reputation. Hazle Group has participated in almost every iconic project that has been praised by people around the world. At the same time, the architects of Hazle Group have received all the international awards for ten years straight.” Sarah’s hand that was gripping the fork tightened, and she did not even realize it herself. “Why would a company like that work with Catherine? Are they not afraid of Hill Corporation?” Hadley shook his head. “Haz

he nods smiling and whispers “This is going to be luxurious…” We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness.