Hazelight Games Novels & Stories

DAMIEN’S POV The moment I lifted my paddle, the air changed. Eyes darted around the hall, quick, greedy and calculating. From me, to the woman standing at my side, to the dagger gleaming under the auction lights. Because they all knew one thing — I don’t bid on things without value. So if Damien Salvatore had raised his paddle for a mere dagger, then it was no longer just a dagger. And greed always follows certainty. “One point five million.”

"You really don't understand what the situation is now? Hazel is not the spokesperson of the Denmark Group! I am!" "Susan, let me clarify two things." Hazel stood up calmly and looked at her condescendingly. "First, I am not the spokesperson of Denmark Group. Second, Joshua-Hazel Pictures is my company, and it has no relationship with Denmark Group!" Susan was shocked. How could it be possible that Joshua-Hazel Pictures actually had nothing to do with the Denmark Group? "Please leave, don't get in the way, okay?" Hazel said indifferently. Susan suddenly became angry due to shame, "Hazel! What kind of word game are you playing? You said that the Joshua-Hazel Pictures has nothing to do with th

she smiled as she came to hug me. “I wondered what you’d be like. Glad to see you are pretty and not a spoilt rich kid” Blake said as she sat up. Grace whispered in my ear not to mind Blake as she returns to her side of the room. “Well nice to meet you Blake and Grace. I’m Hazel but people call me Haze” “It’s nice to have you here Hazel. Hope you like it here” Grace said as she laid down on her bed. “Of course she will. She’s on my side of the room” Blake piped in.

NIGHTFANG PACK LUMA'S POV "By the Goddess, Luna, I don't know what went through his mind when he did that but I can't accept the thought that he went out during the hunting night with the witches without telling me." Hazel, one of the Gammas in charge of cleaning and pack house management, stood before me with her hands on her hips. Her face was flushed with anger, her eyes blazing. She was a force to be reckoned with when she was angry and right now, she was furious.

It's a small yellow house with a big sign on the front that says, "Hazel’s Psychic House." Layla and Sunny walk through the door and are greeted by a warm, incense-filled room. The walls are adorned with tapestries and shelves filled with crystals and tarot cards, creating an atmosphere of mystique and intrigue. They are then greeted by an older woman with gray hair pulled up into a vintage style bun as she says, "Hello ladies! I am Hazel, your spiritual navigator. "

For the first time since he had begun working with Amelia Harlow, he didn’t worry that she was being played. He worried for the people who thought they were playing her. *** Amelia paused outside Hazel’s door, her hand hovering midair before she knocked. Through the slightly ajar door, the glow from a laptop screen lit the room in soft blue light. Hazel sat cross-legged on her bed, earbuds in, eyes fixed on the screen as her fingers moved quickly over the keyboard. Books were spread around her, neat but numerous, a quiet testimony to how seriously she took her studies. Amelia knocked once.

Hazel was on the upper hand. Joan kept a good distance away from her so she would be able to defend herself again if Hazel tried to attack her... Hazel scoffed “You have no idea Don't you...I'm not sure you saw that in his memories, but Liam always knew that is still had dark magic in me”

I scoffed as I looked at the both of them. If I could keep Hazel Hozier alive till the winter solstice, then I was sure to win this game effortlessly as I would hire the top assassins available. I badly wanted a bullet through his heart and I was secretly playing my own part of this so-called fxcking loyalty well enough. All I had to do was give it a shot tomorrow – Hazel must have definitely betrayed us by telling Jace’s about Brandon’s plan to attack tomorrow but one thing she failed to know was knowing that there was an insider who was the mastermind of everything.

But he had a heart of gold, he was probably the only boy I would let near my sister, ever. And that was saying a lot. “How is he?” I mused absentmindedly picking at my wilted chicken sandwich. “He’s great, he’s right here actually let me call him over,” before I could tell her not to worry because I didn’t want to disturb him. Another thing about Hiro was he was always working, always. He had a dream of starting his own game development company, and I knew he would make it one day. There was shuffling on the other side of the phone, “HIRO!”

It might have hunted for food last night. The golden beam of light was starting to appear on the horizon. It was almost dawn and it made me enjoy my meal while watching the sunrise on the glass window. I was only able to finish half of the chicken, then I went to the window and opened the frames to let the sun rays come in. I shaded my eyes with my left hand as the sunbeam dazed in my direction. Only then I noticed that I was still wearing the rose pearl bracelet that the bookkeeper had given me. One of the beads disappeared gradually before my eyes. I took a closer look, and indeed there was already a space on the beads. The red thread was showing due to the disappearance of the one bead. “