Novel & Cerita Olive Smith Ali Hazelwood

Hazel informed. "Please do," Apollo pleaded from the other end of the phone. Olivia's heart raced in her chest as she fled the supermarket, darting into the road and narrowly avoiding being hit by a car. The driver yelled at her as he sped away. She stood on the pedestrian area, trembling, her arms wrapped around herself, looking back at the supermarket's entrance, hoping that Hazel would follow. But she didn't. Olivia shook her head in disbelief and then began walking swiftly down the street.

she remarked. "I heard that," Roman called from somewhere behind us. "I know you did," Arla yelled back, winking my way. "Arla." Hazel rolled her eyes. "You're hogging the hottie," the second woman complained, hip-bopping the first as she stepped up beside her and offered me a hand and a bright smile. Her big blue eyes stood out against her dark skin and mass of curly hair, and her smile was contagious. "I'm London. You've met my oldest daughter, Olivia. I'd hug you, but my mate's territorial and I'm sure Hazel is too." She shot my mate a grin, and Hazel's expression went sheepish.

I reached for her. She let me pull her close. Then the wind changed. A new scent cut through the relief. Alpha Smith stepped out from the tree line. Tall and muscular, he was smiling like he’d been waiting for the curtain to drop. “Beautiful work,” he said, voice smooth as oil. “Truly. You’ve done half my job for me.” Olivia stiffened. I shoved her behind me. Then let out a growl. Smith raised both hands with the mock surrender. “Easy, Reed. I’m not here for you…..yet.”

He said, putting a brown long envelope on the table. The Alpha then opened the envelope and scanned those folders one by one. After a moment of silence, he started to share his words. “Hazel Alison Forest. An orphan who grew up in Sister Mary’s Foundation. Currently studying at Crestwood University.” His deep voice read every word about her like tickling her soul. He put the folders down and those sharp gazes turned to Hazel. “22 years old.” He tilted his chin, “And an omega.” He added. Hazel gulped when she heard the word omega. She didn’t know what to say either. She didn’t know these people. They might seem calm but she can feel that they are dangerous.

When picking up the last thing, Olive suggested, "In that case, shall we use the two toilets in the house separately? I'll get my things out later. " Liam only raised his eyes and did not speak to her. Olive thought he was acquiesced and went out. She went to the bathroom to pick up her toiletries, and she went back to her new room. She was busy moving things and didn't pay much attention to it, but now Olive smelled that there was really a smell in the room. But it didn't smell bad. It was the smell of fire-free aromatherapy used by Alice. ‘It seems that the young man can't stand the smell?’

With a sigh, I picked up a stack of papers to sort through, startling when a voice interrupted me. “Christian.” I looked up. Olivia was in the doorway, her expression unhappy. I swallowed, hating to think I had disappointed yet another person I cared for. Olivia was Hazel’s best friend, and I knew that she was the closest person to Hazel aside from Sandra. We had bonded over that fact when Sandra died and Hazel was grieving. A lot of the help that I provided for Hazel was only possible because Olivia had been guiding me right through it. “Olivia.” She strolled in, gazing around, and sat in the one chair that was free from clutter.

Hazel is starting to feel like she's hitting a dead end. Just when Hazel is about to give up hope, she gets a call from an unknown number. She answers it, and a woman's voice says, "Hello, is this Hazel?" Hazel is startled and says, "Yes, this is Hazel. Who is this?" The woman says, "This is Dr. Smith from the hospital. I'm calling about Margaret." Hazel's heart starts racing. "Is Margaret okay?" she asks.

] The answer came back instantly. [Ethan Reed: The Oak Room. Now. The table behind the pillar.] Hazel stood up and grabbed her jacket. Her steps were measured and calm as she left the office, a mask to cover the storm inside her. The Oak Room was a luxury restaurant just a block away, famous for its privacy and exclusive clientele. She was greeted by the maître d', who led her past the quiet main hall to a more secluded area behind a high marble pillar. There, sitting alone in a dark leather booth, was Ethan Reed.

Her honeyed voice was like the chiming of crystal, laced with professional warmth as she greeted them, "Good evening, Mr. Azazel, Ms...?" "Olivia," she filled in, feeling a tad bit awkward. Her simple jeans and blouse felt like burlap amidst the satin and silk around her. Despite her discomfort, she reached out to shake the woman's hand, her own feeling sweaty against the cool, confident grip of the boutique's employee. Olivia's gaze drifted back towards Azazel who had made himself comfortable on a nearby plush velvet couch, a champagne flute in hand, the golden liquid shimmering under the boutique's lights. As he reclined, he looked at home amidst the opulence, his eyes never leaving Olivia

She wore an almost similar outfit with the maids, except that hers had a subtle difference that made her stand out. “Who the hell are you?!” “N-no one, ma’am,” I replied almost immediately, my voice trembling. “I’m sorry, Madam Olivia.” Hazel said quickly, “I haven’t told her the rules yet.” Madam Olivia’s cold gaze shifted between Hazel and me. “What’s your name, girl?” “Liz,” Hazel answered before I could respond. “She has a mouth, Hazel!” Madam Olivia snapped. I swallowed hard. “Liz, ma’am.”