Jojo Hazamada Novels & Stories

He hated the fact that he was putting his friend's life in danger and he hated even more the fact that he was putting his pack's life in danger. Jasmine waited patiently for them to come out at the foot of the staircase. "You're here!" Elle came to join her, holding the baby in her hands. "Oh! Here is the cutest person in the whole wide world!" Jasmine cooed at the baby. Damien came out of his room and immediately went to the common area of the house. He immediately summoned every single person that would play a part in this war. "I want everyone to be in their places. Make sure everyone is in their places!" He yelled as everyone ran to their places. It was really hectic as people ran up and

“Zachariah.” “Ah yes. Him. I heard Ava gossiping about you, with the other queen bees.” “Oh? what was she saying?” I asked, quite intrigued. “That you’re being desperate and blah blah blah.” Desperate? well I kinda was. But I would never admit that. I’m Celestina Vidal, who doesn't bow to anyone. “I don't know. I just kinda admire him.” I confessed, my orbs landing back on his huge figure. He was standing in the middle of the field barking orders to the people of his team whilst the cheer girls screamed and hooted for them. “Admire? rich coming from someone who hated the race of men.”

Reina said and drop the food on the floor. **** "What happened? Why are you breathing so hard? Did you see a mónster?" Liza asked with a frown. "A mónster is better than who I saw" Hazel replied and Liza burst into laughter. "His Majesty right?" Liza asked. "Seriously it's not funny, you need to see how he shout at me, I almost pee on my pant, I haven't seen a name to qualify who he is, I am tired of staying in the palace as a slave without future," Hazel said. "Huh, maybe you should wait till next year, who knows if his Majesty will be kind enough to let you go," Liza said.

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3rd person " Woah!" Daemon yelled as Hazel fell to the floor butt first. " Watch where you are going," he added. Without asking for her permission, he supported her up with his two hands thereby making an awkward moment where their faces were only an inch apart. Meanwhile, when Hazel had regained herself, she couldn't help but fantasize over the beauty that stood before her. His silk-like face, his perfectly carved eyebrows, pointed nose, well-edged jaw, everything was too…perfect she didn't fail to notice the similar aura he shared with Damien but she chose to ignore it. She shouldn't be thinking of Damien at that moment.

Meagan asked Brianna who giggled. “I can hear you!” Hazel said loudly. “Slavery era ended a long time ago.” Brianna replied. “I am stuck with you, Meagan Swift! You deserve all the happiness in the world, so give another man a chance in your life!” Hazel screamed from the rooms “Shut up, Hazel!” Meagan shot back. “We have just ten minutes to call time.” Brianna reminded as she took out a small brush from her bag to redo her hair. Hazel is an iota wolf which means a worker that works at the pack infirmary treating wolves.

Grandmother Haze placed a reassuring hand on his arm, her eyes sparkling with understanding. Finally, Collins Haze, a young man with an athletic build, chiseled features, and piercing icy blue eyes, joined them at the table. His sharp jawline and striking tattoo of a phoenix rising from the ashes on his left hand drew attention. He wore a tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, and silver tie shaped like a miniature phoenix, his style impeccable.

her eyes were shining with tears, but after listening to Hazik , she started crying with hiccups. Zarmeenay hugged his waist without thinking, in her sitting position. Her face was hidden in his abdomen. "Angel, shhhhhh!its ok .i am here .by the way, it's not good for a mafia wife to cry over gunshot noises .i thought, you are brave "Hazik said the last part teasingly and started caressing her hair .his heart was clenching, seeing her crying , he wanted to go down and hurt the guards some more .

I want my rum! Hazard, who is meters away from me, stared at the top that I threw earlier. His eyes traveled from my bare abdomen to my tomato-looking face. He is completely stunned. His eyes instantly went to the ceiling's direction and tried to walk toward me without looking. My throat went dry and seems itchy for liquor. Hazard took something from his pocket and looked at it. A cuss left his mouth, "shit. This is for kids, that idiot...!" My eyes stared at his parted lips. It is looking so juicy and plump. I want to touch it...