روايات وقصص ضمن Jazlyn Mychelle Hayes.

"Is this Hayley? If so, respond on this frequency. I'm Liam. I need to talk to you." "Hi, there! You've reached the channel belonging to Hayley Reid, the greatest, most beautiful, and most awesome person in the universe. What's up?" Hayley blinked when she heard that. "You are…Hayley?" Liam asked. "Nope, I'm Hayz, spelled H-A-Y-Z!" "Who's Hayz?" "I'm Ms. Reid's assistant. Just tell me what you need. No need to be shy."

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

"Her name is Selina Hayes. You should know her better than I do because not long ago she was included on Black Circle’s target list." Raisen slams the table full of anger, "IMPOSIBLE!! Selina Hayes was eliminated by our associate. There is no way a dead person could return from the afterlife." Slowly, Axel takes the picture back into his coat and calmly answers Raisen’s accusation. "I have no idea in the slightest of how she was alive, but I recognized her as Selina Hayes within a life and death fight. She didn’t stop spouting nonsense about me being sent to finish her according to your order and something about avenging Jason Hayes."

When they came back on, Haley stood at the center of the runway. "Hello, everyone. I'm Haley Carter, the CEO of JY and the organizer of this fashion show. Thank you all for coming..." Today, Haley wore a vintage dress that accentuated her curves. The intricate cutout design at the chest subtly revealed her cleavage, exuding a sense of allure that was captivating yet tasteful.

And there, in bold, silver letters, her name shone like a beacon: " CEO Hazel's Couture - Designer, Hazel Wynn” Naya and Maya erupted into cheers, and the others joined in, their applause echoing through the room. But Hazel remained frozen, her heart swelling with pride, disbelief, and a sense of wonder. This was her dream, realized. The culmination of her hard work, dedication, and passion. The room seemed to spin around her, and she felt like she was floating on air.

What a poor girl, but I am impressed! [She’s superhuman. Who can finish a competition when they’re sick and even get the first prize?] [Which jewelry designer could be so amazing except for Jocelyn? Who else? Who else? From now on, Jocelyn is my idol. Anyone unconvinced, please step forward. I’ll kill all of you!] [She is Jocelyn White, a genius jewelry designer with patience, resilience, and talent!] … Among the hashtags, a new hashtag appeared out of the blue and started trending. At the same time, it was even getting more and more popular.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.