Jojo Hazamada Novels & Stories

Haziya in Aceh must be nervous about typing a message for her, thought Zaweel especially since he brought Lidya in the message. "Waalaikumsalam. I don't like satay because I like the same .... come on, guess what I like?" Zaweel confused Haziya having to guess the riddle. Seeing Haziya typing after a few minutes of not being sent, Zaweel continued his reply. "Guess in twenty minutes or you'll have to get punished." Zaweel put away his cell phone, he stepped on the gas pedal to get to the house as soon as possible.

“Hazel..” “GET OUT!”

Angry Umera said and Alex rests his head on his arm. " C'mon, it was funny seeing her terrified face, don't you think? She's so hilarious thinking she could kill, she is like a small puppy hiding inside a box" Umera clenched his hand and looked Infront of him. ......................... Hazel's POV I'm walking inside a large field, tall magnificent sunflowers all around me. There's a person Infront of me, picking some of them, cutting them with a knife. I smiled walking towards him, his face is so bright, his hair is black, his clothes remind me of...

Good evening, everyone. Hamdan smiles the most this time. The first time we met was terrible. He's holding a lion cub on his lap and I don't have time to say anything, because I can already see Hazel going towards the animal on the prince's lap to stroke it. Hamdan smiles. I can't believe it, this is the final hour of my life, I'm going to be expelled from the country and my work and entire career will be thrown away! Hazel touches the baby. " What a cutie... " she says.

“Wow, parasite. That’s very original. What’s next, calling me a demon? Oh please, get more creative.” Hazel’s nostrils flared. “I will find a way to burn you out, I swear to God.” Jade chuckled. “Go ahead and try. But you won’t be successful, Hazey-Dazey.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Enough. Both of you.” Hazel threw up her hands. “Don’t look at me! She started it!” “Correction,” Jade said smugly. “I finished it.”

“Good morning” Joan and Liam turned around to see who it was and Joan couldn't believe her eyes. Was she still dreaming, how could Hazel be standing in front of her? She pinched her arm and realized that she wasn't seeing things. Joan gasped and turned to look at Liam to see if he was as surprised as her. Her heart almost broke when she saw he wasn't surprised a bit. What was happening, Joan's heart started to waver as different thoughts began to attack her. Hazel walked towards them with a smile on her face. She stopped right in front of Joan and stretched her hand for a handshake. “Nice to meet you Joan, I'm Hazel” Joan who was shocked could only stare at her and her outstretched hand. Haz

In this silent exchange, the lines that often demarcated their roles softened, and a shared endeavor emerged, carried by a quiet camaraderie that traversed the boundaries of convention. The two figures walked side by side, the rhythm of their steps a syncopated cadence, as they navigated the path toward the disposal of the accumulated chaos. However, their trajectory intersected with a new presence, embodied by Jasmine, who sported a tennis ensemble, racket in hand, ready for an engagement with the sport. A pause, ephemeral yet marked, punctuated the scene, as Jasmine's gaze lingered upon the unusual sight before her.

Zara was reading a story aloud, her soothing voice weaving magic into the air, while Milak playfully tussled Aqua's hair, making her giggle. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. The wind outside picked up, howling with an eerie intensity. The temperature dropped, and a heavy sense of foreboding settled over the house. Milak's playful demeanor vanished as he stood up, his eyes narrowing in concern. Zara paused mid-sentence, her gaze snapping to the window. "A storm is coming," Milak said, his voice tight with worry. He moved to the window, pulling back the curtain to peer outside. Zara set the book down, her expression mirroring her husband's unease. "It's not just a storm," she whispered, her v

Samuel looked at the woman trailing behind him with cold eyes, a flicker of disgust crossing his black gaze. "Samuel," Hazel called softly, her tone filled with a joy she could not hide. "I am now also a member of the Sombra organization, and from now on, we are brothers and sisters." "Oh." Compared to her excitement, his reaction was as indifferent as ever. Hazel froze for a moment, biting her lower lip with slight frustration, about to speak, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone approaching. Her expression tightened, and she immediately pretended to stumble, throwing herself into Samuel’s arms.