Romans & histoires Percy Jackson Hazel

“You know who came in yesterday? Jax. Again.” Lena poked her head up, eyebrows raised. “Reaper? The Iron Sons guy? Shit, Hazel.” “Yeah.” Hazel bit her lip, a small smirk tugging at her mouth. “He was wearing that tight black shirt. Arms all tatted up. I swear I almost dropped the wrench when he looked at me.” Lena snorted. “You’ve got it bad. He’s trouble. Like, actual dangerous trouble.” Hazel shrugged, her cheeks warming. She stepped closer, voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I don’t care. If he ever decided to kidnap me or something… I wouldn’t even fight him. Just tie me up and use me however he wants. I’d probably thank him.”

The fre remaining are packing their things into their bags. “What about me ? Aren’t you looking forward to seeing me too ? '' Eros asked Hazel with a playfully grin ”Oh sorry to disappoint you but I am catholic and don’t worship Greek gods “ said Hazel sarcastically before waving a small goodbye to me “Oops , sorry . I thought I was walking over an iroko tree” said Hazel after she intentionally marched Eros’s legs on her way out. “Your friend is something else but can I have the honour of having dinner with the prettiest girl in nursing school ?“ said Eros laughing and looking at me.

"Umm... go on ahead, there is something I forgot to get," Hazel said to Georgia as they walked down the corridor. "What is it? I'll go and get it for you," Georgia said instead. "No! Don't worry I'll do it myself just go on ahead," Hazel said and she turned and walked to the room. When she got to the room, she walked straight to the cupboard beside her bed She pulled it open and then reached under the books When she pulled out her hand, it came forth with her shiny dagger.

Desmond stormed away. Who is Hazel? * I felt a cold shiver run down to my spine as an old creepy looking woman walked into the ward and flashed a smile at me. She must be the pack witch, Hazel. I thought as I scrutinized her closely. Her long gray hair fell behind her back as she walked with the support of the oak staff in her palm. She has unnatural pink eyes, pointed and long nose, hunched back, and wrinkled face. She looks so scary. Silent fell into the ward. The atmosphere in the ward changed after she walked into the ward.

she said, opening the door to reveal Hazel, bound to the chair. Hazel gritted her teeth, clenching her hands into fists, and Sebastian tried not to look at her. Fae swayed her hips, strutting toward her like a model on a runway. “Hello, Hazel, or should I say CEO of Fangtastic Diaries?” Hazel’s eyes widened, but she quickly masked her surprise, deciding to play dumb. “What the hell are you talking about?” she questioned. Fae chuckled briefly, snapping her fingers. The man who had brought her returned, dragging someone else into the room. Hazel’s blood ran cold as she recognized Pamela, one of the girls who worked on the diaries with her.

She yelled, “Lady Hazel be careful please, you can't withstand the pain the Alpha had just did,” Zeus yelled dashing toward us and pulling her. No matter how hard she tried to struggle with him she wasn't as powerful as he is. Aunt sent me another striking painful dagger, but this time it was stopped, “I said to end this all and don't hurt him!” Hazel exclaimed, how did Zeus let go of her? A very rare powerful force emanated from her, again that same barricade it had formed when she got hurt in the field. But for her, I wiped off everyone's memory. Why doesn’t she think before she acts? This time the barricade lingered more than it did in the field.

Hazel, though… Hazel is different. She’s the hard one. Not because she’s hostile—though sometimes she is—but because she sees through people too quickly. Too sharply. Like she’s not just a little girl, but a creature who’s lived through centuries in silence. Her eyes are too old. Too still. Like a forest before a storm. She watches everything. I had just placed the tray of honey cakes on the windowsill when she looked up at me and said it. “You’re lying.” No hesitation. No nerves. Just a tiny voice wrapped in iron certainty.

I would have to change that then. The house was dusty, and I set about cleaning it. Soon the doorbell rang, and I rushed to open it, expecting Leandros. But it was Hazel and Lena who walked inside. I knew Lena was Zephyrus’s mate and the Luna of the Luceres Pack, while Hazel was Hera’s best friend. “Don’t tell me Leandros left you to do the cleaning up? It’s so dusty!” said Hazel, grabbing some cleaning supplies. “I know. It’s so unfair,” said Lena and she too helped me.

Zeus facepalmed and looked at her in amusement “Have you always been this dumb? Mark muffled his laughter at Zeus’s question while Hazel looked at him in annoyance. Mark decided to explain things to her “Hazel, if you put her picture out there. Don’t you think you are informing the person after her about her whereabouts? Hazel opened her mouth at the realization, she was just too eager to help the lady. Deep down in her heart, she was keeping the lady with her for her selfish reasons also apart from wanting to help her. She was glad about having another companion in the house and it looked like she was about her age range also. She giggled inside her at the thought of having a new friend fin

Hazel is mine alone! "Don't even go there, she's out of bounds" I warn sternly "Why's that?" He asks confused "I like her okay, so you stay at least one mile radius away from her" I warn again and this time around more sternly. "Boys, who's this Hazel girl?" "She's Klaus' personal assistant" "And you both are interested in her?" Mum asked with a creased brow. "I like her" Craig insists "No you don't!" I interject.