Novel & Cerita Hazelle Hunger Games

The live feed from the drone's camera was clearly visible, showing Hazel as she sat spooning her food in the dining room. Hendrik Sinclaire sat back in his oversized leather chair. He swirled a crystal glass of bourbon in his right hand, listening to the clink of ice cubes against the glass. The corner of his mouth twitched upward into a smirk. "Interesting," Hendrik clicked his tongue. "That bitch has caused me so much trouble by pretending to be a corpse..." Hendrik sipped his drink slowly, his eyes darkening with pure hatred. "...but she can still eat her food in peace now? Tch. Enjoy your last meal, Hazel. Because there will be no forgiveness for you this time, former little sister."

My hand flew up before I could mull over it and landed squarely on his left cheek. A gasp escaped my lips. His head snapped to the side from the force with the sound echoing like danger. For a moment, everything went still. My breathing grew quicker with my eyes staring at my palms in absolute horror. Alessandro's eyes were dark when his head moved and his gaze met mine. I stood there quivering like a leaf. His jaw tightened. "Damn you," he hissed. Before I could move, he bent down and threw me over his shoulder. He lifted me like I weighed nothing.

Although it didn't go unnoticed that Luis said something in John's ear and John seemed to come to his senses as he looked at my defender. Who is this man? "You must not allow anyone to touch you without your consent" he said and his voice was like a hint of warmth in this freezing night. "You were right to defend yourself" he continued. "All right" I replied and bowed to curtsy by way of thanks. "I thank you very much..." "What's your name" he asked a second time and I lifted my face to look at him, meeting those pretty brown eyes. "Hazel, sir. But my friends call me Hal" I add as an unnecessary tidbit of information.

Justin said, handing me my phone back which I had no idea when he took from me. I gave him a smile and walked to the classroom. Classes somehow went by with my mind swirling about my brother; Atlas. I just know that Hazel and Justin are his high school best friends and from what I know about my brother, he would do anything from them. I saw him kissing Hazel, she must be very special to him because I’ve never seen him with any woman before. I’m happy for him. Hazel is a detective, a badass if I may add. She’s fiercely bold, exact opposite of Atlas who’s shy and not much of a talker.

You're free to continue," Hazel said. In actuality, she was terrified that she would run into Yvonne and Benjamin at the third-story restaurant. "Avoid telling me you're not hungry once more. It's been a few days since you last had lunch, have you? Do you not fear that you will starve your body to death? You'll be merely handing Yvonne the victory if that actually occurs." Zen ignored the fact that Hazel had refused. After grabbing her, he left the office. Hazel was not hungry in the first place. But Zen was correct. "I would be letting Yvonne win if I really fall sick from starving myself," she thought to herself.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and even though there’s no space between us, it was like we couldn't get close enough. Hazel laughed against my mouth. “In case you didn’t guess this last night, I don’t care about what anyone says or thinks. Not about this.” She pushed me back onto a couch, climbed on top of me, her messy bun had loosen and so her golden curls are cascading in a curtain down toward my face. “But maybe you’re right,” she says. “Maybe I’m just a bad girl who does naughty things. After all, no one ever taught me to behave.”

He chuckled pecking her forehead before walking out of the house. Hazel closed her letting more tears escape her eyes. She placed her forehead against the table bursting out in tears. The humiliation, the abuse, the assault. Everything is now eating her alive. She can’t endure this. She wants her life back. Her simple life. She will happily endure her grandmother’s annoying taunts and commands. But she can’t endure this. She just can’t. His touch, his eyes, his words, his mere presence disgust yet terrifies her. She doesn’t want to stay here. Now she had made her mind. She will run away. Next week. She will escape him. _____________________________________ a

“I hate you! I’ll never carry anything of yours. I’ll kill myself first. Or wait for Jax to come rip your fucking heart out.” King touched the scratch on his cheek but didn’t hit back. His eyes stayed soft, obsessive. “You’re angry now. That’s okay. You’ll understand. I’ve waited years for you. You belong with me. I’ll prove it. Food, clothes, safety. No more blood and bikes and death. Just us.” “I’d rather die in blood and bikes than be here with you,” Hazel spat. She knocked the tray off the dresser. Soup splattered the floor. “I’m not eating. Not drinking. Not doing shit for you. Starve me. Kill me. I don’t care.”

She was feeling exhausted because after all she was princess and never did this types of work and the way Alexander keeps her with so much safety so she would not affect her beauty intentionally or intentionally she got habit of that comfortableness and doing this much work was nerve wrecking for her. What what could she do now? Does she has to accept her defeat infront of Alpha Daxon and comply his orders by defying Alexander's orders or she should keep rebelling Daxon like this until Alexander comes back. But till then she will surely die of hunger and tiredness. Tears welled up in Hazel's eyes thinking all this why she has to suffer all this? Why always everything bad happens to her? What

"You're burning." "I'm aware." "Kael." She crossed to him. For all that she was the cruelest of them, she was still his sister - and there was something in her face that was not cruelty now. Something older. Something almost afraid. "You know how this ends." "Yes." "Then stop. Come back. The burning can be reversed in the early stages - if you stop, if you leave her alone" "No." "She's mortal." Vael's voice sharpened. "She will die. They all die, Kael, every single one of them, they are made of time and they run out of it, and you will be left"