Hazelight Studios Novels & Stories

Hazel had engineered every pixel of that photograph, then deleted her own evidence with a quiet satisfaction. “She’ll recover,” Hazel said softly. “Women like her always do. They just learn to bleed in private.” Mia tilted her head. “You sound like you pity her.” “I don’t.” Hazel took a slow sip. “But I understand her.” For a moment, neither spoke. The city glittered beyond the windows, London in its evening finery, pretending to be clean. Hazel stood before the glass, watching her reflection ripple in the dark pane. “It’s strange,” she murmured. “You win a game, and all you feel is… lighter.”

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

It was never hard for him to get information, and that was what I was counting on. Riven would go after her, and I knew Keira; she would spill everything to save her neck. Then Riven would come after me, but he would be going in the wrong direction, and while he's doing that, I'll be half across the country with Hazel. We'd be so far gone by the time he realizes his mistakes, he would never find us. ****** UMBRA ART ATELIER Hazel jerked as I walked into her studio, her eyes widening as she saw me. She dropped the brush in her hand and stood up.

Our private detective is digging deeper about these two personas, their profile will be sent soon. Mirna, Personal Secretary & Assistant of the CEO | Craige Inc. And on the file, it says that Hazel's mother indeed teamed-up with Stephanie and they were the ones who were responsible for the mess that we are in, all to make sure that Hazel wouldn't be happy.

Hazel's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, this is going to be good! Noah's going to be so surprised, I can't wait to see his face!" Maya's eyes widened with excitement. "This is going to be like a mate bond bombshell! I need to be there when they tell him, it's going to be legendary!" The three ladies burst into giggles, their excitement and anticipation building in anticipation of the drama that was to come. “Every guest is gone and then again Hazel is popular now..everyone is ready to work with her and the CEO of Brigadier Studio is ready to take you as his model, he dropped his card,” Maya said and Naya and Hazel’s eyes widened

I chose to dote on her while ignoring Hazel's sacrifices. I chose to force Hazel to give up her soul to save this monster. I chose her. Hazel left because I broke her. I broke her heart, her spirit, her soul. It was all my fault. Just then, my communicator rang. It was my beta. "Alpha, we have an exact location!" he said, his voice ecstatic. "Luna Hazel is in the central business district of New Moon City! She started a company called the 'Sterling Covenant Strategy Group'!"

Hazel stared at her reflection in the small mirror on the corner of her desk. A face without makeup, pale skin, and brown eyes that were painfully honest in a world that wasn’t. She pulled her hair back, adjusting her simple white blouse and oversized gray blazer. Nothing special. But strangely, her heart beat faster than usual. Hazel gently patted her chest, trying to calm herself. As she closed her laptop and hurried toward the door, she glanced out the office window. The sky in Herlington was cloudy, but the sun pierced through the clouds, as though shining directly on her — as if the world knew that today would change everything.

"Try glaring at Joyce again, and I'll gouge your eyes out!" Gradually, the light in Hazel's eyes extinguished.

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. "

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h