Hazelle Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Hazel, though… Hazel is different. She’s the hard one. Not because she’s hostile—though sometimes she is—but because she sees through people too quickly. Too sharply. Like she’s not just a little girl, but a creature who’s lived through centuries in silence. Her eyes are too old. Too still. Like a forest before a storm. She watches everything. I had just placed the tray of honey cakes on the windowsill when she looked up at me and said it. “You’re lying.” No hesitation. No nerves. Just a tiny voice wrapped in iron certainty.

He would rather destroy food than give it to her. Slowly, Hazel stood up. She didn’t pick up the food. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “I won’t eat it,” she said, her voice barely a whisper but filled with pain. “I would rather starve than eat something you stepped on.” “Then starve!” Xander yelled. “Get out of my sight! If you don’t cook dinner, you will sleep outside!” Hazel turned around and ran. She ran to the small storage room at the back of the house. She locked herself inside.

She was dressed in a casual long-sleeved white shirt and pleated red mini skirt, unlike Anna, who was dressed in a luxury gown, when she heard Anna's words about Staery. Before she could process it, Hazel's mom sneered and stared at Hazel with contempt, “At least you can think of the family's future, but someone is just useless.” “Mom.” Anna cried out to back her half-sister, while Hazel kept walking towards the door, already numb towards everything. “I'm leaving,” Hazel said, and with that, she was out of the mansion. . . . 'Hayden looks cool when he punches Mason, you should see how his muscles flex…'

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT MELISSA'S POV I yawned, stepping out of the room to get myself something to eat. Perhaps, it was just my intuition, but the house felt strangely quiet. The fridge light reflected on my face as I pulled it open, and I saw that Hazel's food for the day hadn't been given to her. “Are you planning to starve her now that we're going to kill her?” I called out, “Well, good riddance!”

chapter one Shocking news Hazel's Pov It's incredible how fast the night changes, one moment, I am drinking champagne with my colleagues, waiting for the new boss to be introduced. The next minute I am running from the shadows of my past. I've always known this day would come. I know I could never hide from my past forever, the day I would meet Andrea freaking Giovanni. What I didn't realize is that I'll feel this terrified. I guess I never really had my cake.

Who else is alone in the world if not her. Hazel actually grew up in an orphanage home till she was sixteen and left there, she’s been on the streets working and making ends meet. It’s funny because, once you actually see her. One wouldn’t believe she’s been out on the streets since she’s been sixteen. Her baby face supersedes everything. Her doe eyes would never tell that she’s been through a lot at her young age. I gulped the drink and dropped the glass on the table, looking at her while she spoke.

But one thing remained clear, I would do whatever it took to ensure Hazel's safety, even if it meant confronting the shadows that sought to engulf us. With renewed determination, I cast aside the distractions of the contest and focused on the singular goal that now consumed me. The arena may have been a theater of grandeur, but the true stage lay beyond its bounds, where Hazel's fate hung in the balance. And so, amidst the splendor and the chaos, I charted a course that would lead me back to her, braving the currents of destiny and facing the challenges that lay ahead with unwavering resolve.

I guess it's just a decoration there. “Another feast?” Hazel ushered crashing next to me. She scooted closer while reaching for the fork and took a piece of apple to her mouth. “Yes. To cool down your brain” “What brain? With all the delicious you fed me my brain will only burst” She said with a chuckle. I wrapped my arms around her inhaling her scent. “I would like that. I want to be the reason for your brain to burst. Only for me” Her giggle followed next.

Part of the sacrifice he had to make. Shrugging off the feeling that refused to leave, he walked gently back to the park house. Wiping off her tears, Hazel stood up and was determined to return to her father’s house. She would rather die by his sword than be captured by their enemies. She was filled with anger and bitterness but she could not tell who it was directed to if it was her father or Seven’s father as she could not hate or abhor Seven no matter how hard she tried. She tried but it seemed not to work.

He almost stepped forward but then hesitated. I got into the car without another glance. Wealth, however great, was fleeting without true competence. I recognized that the beggar was Daniel. But so what? We were strangers now.