Hazelight Studios Novels & Stories

com _________________________________________________________________________ Hey Hailstorm Glad things are going well and that you’re off already for summer break. Some of the other warriors have joined us by now and they’re teaching the newbies a thing or two. Thought the old warriors are still a bit reluctant to work with Mason. Temperamental is an understatement. Really could use Lacy to just defuse the bomb or something.

Hazel tried hard to stay calm when talking about the bad news about James's wife's death. “I know.” “But I don't care about that. How about we work together?” “Like what?” Hazel handed James her business card, which immediately shocked James when he realized that Hazel was the head of one of the largest companies in Asia, developing artificial intelligence. “You... a CEO?” James couldn't believe it. “Yes. If you're interested, you can contact me.” Hazel took a sip of her drink and left. She exited the coffee shop and was greeted by Eric with a thumbs-up. Hazel rolled her eyes in annoyance because she had to act like that. Let alone pretending to be a CEO.

Did Hazel have something to do with this? *****

When I'd said that, I meant every single word of it. Her genuine smiles make my entire day. It's all I wanted to see. It's clear she remembers that day as well. Her hazel eyes light up and she beams like a lighthouse leading a lost ship home, a ship that really needed a sense of belonging today. "That offer still stands. It's still on the table," I repeat, giving her a nod of assurance. "All you have to do is speak up and we..." I motion between AJ and I, "will both have you covered with whatever it is that you need."

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.

where Hazel first meets her evil boss. Hazel’s real identity was a Senior Intelligence Officer of her party. She pretended to be a prostitute who was bought into a brothel by her husband. During her time in the brothel, she was picked on, and her body was filthy. She hated and despised the world. The enemy’s Chief Intelligence Officer known as the “evil boss” took a fancy to her. She took advantage of the deepest bloodthirsty and hatred in Hazel’s heart and trained her into a killing machine.

“But I didn’t. Because you were with me. And when I took you in my arms, the pain disappeared. For both of us.” She didn’t want to believe it—but even without Circe, she knew he was telling the truth. “So what are you saying?” “I’m saying, for some reason, we cancel out the mate bond pain when we’re together. That’s why we have to leave. If we stay, someone will notice—and now that they’ve marked each other, it’s going to get worse.” The truth hit her like a slap. Thalia and Harold had marked each other. Already. “I promise, Lydia, once we return to my pack, I’ll help uncover everything. Just give me time.”

Her sharp sapphire eyes stared at him as if she wanted to skin him alive. “Have you gone nuts, Clayton?” Hazel erupted. She ran her fingers in her shoulders-length hair. Hazel is the present Chief Human Resource of Phoenix Empire. She was also the one in charge of finding him a secretary ‘again’ which is obviously the least of her favorite tasks. “Don't ignore me, Icen Clayton Blackstone!” Icen raised his head with a sigh. He saw the deep frown carved on her forehead, knitting her elegant eyebrows into a straight line. “Why did you have to fire your new secretary?” She asked her jaw clenched.

On the coffee table, a mug of steam rose from a coaster, filling the air with the scent of hazelnut coffee. "Okay," Haley whispered, gripping her backpack straps. "This is officially creepier than the bug room. Are we... are we in a sitcom?" "Holographic mesh," Ben Carter muttered, adjusting his glasses as he tapped a wall. His finger passed through a framed photo of a golden retriever, causing the image to ripple like water. "Hard-light projection. Incredibly expensive. The energy expenditure to maintain this simulation for centuries... the utility bill alone would bankrupt a small nation."