Princess Hazel Novels & Stories

"Happy birthday to you, Mummy. Happy birthday to you." Three girls danced in along with Hazel Beckett, my daughter. A smile spread out of my lips immediately I caught sight of my princess. Her eyes which were Hazel as a baby are now azure blue. It reminded me a lot about Dan. Immediately she stepped in, Hazel's blue eyes opened wide in surprise and she giggled proudly towards me.

Oh I have dreaded this day, but what was the use I couldn't run away or hide from my responsibilities so instead I did the one thing mother always wanted me to- comply. Comply with the rules Obey instructions Don't do this Don't do that Don't be a human being instead be a Punishment oh sorry I meant Princess. “Very well.” I nodded, the jeweled pins in my hair catching the light like fragments of shattered glass. “Let us proceed.” As I walked, the rustle of my gown whispered against the carpet. When we entered the grand room, I was greeted by the polite smiles of royalty, each prince standing in a neat row, their eyes flickering with hope, pride, or barely concealed impatience.

Hazel was busy taking care of Cecil in the one-person, private hospital ward. She was doing the same routine things she'd been doing in the past week, but for some reason, she felt that something was off today, as though something she thought she'd always had in her hand was slowly slipping out of her control. Cecil was behaving as usual. "Can I come and stay at your villa after getting discharged from the hospital today? I promise that I'll stay in the guest room like last time so that Mr. Blanchard won't get mad."

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

The Ceremony began the Elite taking the podium just off to the side, “I of The Elites welcome all of Ziion to a momentous occasion here today. Five days ago we mourned the passing of our King. Today we are here for Princess Rota, his daughter. But first I want to share with you a pre-recording of Princess Rota, sharing about some of Ziion’s amazing history she had recently discovered. The huge pieces of white Fabric lowered from the sides to form a curtain in front of the coffin, and Princess Rota image was projected onto them.

I didn't want to terrify her with my horrible smile. “What's your name?” I asked, my eyes sizing her. “Hazel ,” she said in a small voice. "Hazel Pratt" she added and it finally occurred to me why she seemed familiar, I had seen her picture before. She was my bride who had gone missing. She was Lucian’s daughter. I gasped at her in shock, as a smile crept my lips "What a blissful coincidence" she was both my mate and my runaway bride. What an interesting way fate works.

Vincent blinked innocently. The captain took a moment to grasp Larissa's words. He turned, took out his longsword at his waist, and pointed it at Ray. "You dare to disrespect the countess? Are you crazy?" Agnes stared, wide-eyed, as her clenched fists trembled slightly. She asked in disbelief, "Is she really a countess?" The captain replied coldly, "Yes, she's the only countess in the royal family. The person beside her is the Queen's daughter, Princess Rachel."

He didn't mention it because she would have gotten big head about it. She was a spoiled Princess but she was smart and useful. If only she acted like that more. She was honestly the first person that he had interacted like that with. She had a very interesting personality and he could not decide if she was annoying or not. The more she showed him her calm side he would rue it out but then a few seconds later something stupid would come out of her mouth and it would all get reversed.

I remember that burqa perfectly, so pretty and well-behaved, I don't know why so much fuss, these women don't know how to appreciate good clothes. Just as I think about answering, we're interrupted by a faint knock on the door. --- Supreme? Supreme? Excuse me, I came to inform you that the car is already at your disposal-- Alfred appears in the door opening after hearing my command to enter. --- Great Alfred, thank you very much-- my princess responds kindly, putting the comb on top of the dressing table-- you can take the day off to rest and let Gloria know that you're also excused for today-- she says turning her back to me and walking away forward like a true queen, no, like the true supr