Princess Hazel Novels & Stories

“I have been waiting patiently for you.” “Well you have to wait, I have prisoners to deal with a new mate, and a baby coming.” I sighed. “But you could have summoned me and we could have spoken about everything already.” “Well this mate of yours, she is a Princess?” he growled. “Are you sure she isnt someone that is pretending to be one?” “She didn’t even know she was on,” I said rolling her eyes. “Her name is Delilah, she is the daughter of Mitchell the royal guard murdered years ago, you know this and I know this is his daughter.”

Prince Valor was now King Valor. Aynyra attended his coronation, standing beside him as he received his crown and sceptre. He had no Queen, but he had Aynyra. Aynyra stepped forwards and was blessed, receiving the band of the spiritual leader. A ceremonial sash was tied around her wrists, binding her forever to her spiritual responsibilities to the Kingdom. The sash was cut in the middle, leaving a strand hanging from each wrist. She sat on her throne beside her brother as the Priest chanted in Lystaria, followed by the court standing and applauding.

He recalled the strange proposal, “Marry me, Alfred, and you would be glad that you did,” Hazel, the desperate third Princess of the Martin's family, pleaded. As a Young Chief Executive Officer, he was startled by her sheer audacity, and wondered if she was out for a joke, and an expensive one. At an Exhibition in Argentina

The Castell mansion moved according to Hazel’s rhythm now. Not Edwin’s. Not the board’s. Hers. At twenty-six, Hazel Castell had mastered what the world worshiped, grace laced with quiet authority. Her words never trembled, her movements never faltered, and when she spoke, even Edwin’s most arrogant associates listened. The press called her The Princess of Castell Industries. Inside the mansion, the staff called her Miss Castell, and no one dared to speak her name with less than reverence.

the princess interjected as she wore a smile. Her statement was rather odd for the queen, making her crease her forehead. Judging from the princess’ statement, it was as if she had known the royal concubine a long time ago. But from what Emery heard of Lady Hazel’s background, it was quite impossible for her to be in a close relationship with the princess of the Thorine Kingdom. And not to mention, Royal Concubine Hazel’s birth town was still far away from the kingdom of Thorine. “T-That is quite accurate, Princess Natalia,” Lady Hazel agreed before she lifted her small cup with both hands to her lips.

Her wings looked like they would belong to a dragonfly. “Tanz, this is our new Duke, Sir Scott MaComb, and his two children, Scott and Stacey.” Then Belle turns to our daughter, her eyes beaming, “This is Princess Elentari Amia Tirisil.” She holds a finger to her lips, “But this is a secret no one can know until we announce her to the Kingdom as a whole. You will be the only one allowed to attend to them while they are in their quarters. Until she is announced you may refer to her as Miss Silk MaComb.” Her instructions were absolute.

I dressed quickly after a bath, went to the prince's meeting room. " Prince Alex, it's Hazel" " Just on time Hazel, you may enter " I entered to find two maids in his office and one doing him a shoulder massage. " If it's not the right time I'll leave " I said quickly bowing but he pushed the girls. " It's always the right time for you Hazel, please come here, sit, you three, leave! " He pointed to the maids and they were passing. " How a handsome prince likes a Sl*t like you "

Princess Hazel rolled her eyes. “I know what you are about to say mom, get ready Hazel, believe me I am on it so you both can leave,” Hazel said as she added more serum to the pimple spot, she was extra cranky because of what Prince Kylin (the most handsome/ most popular person in school) had said on the school's website… he had called her ugly because of the stubborn pimple on her forehead that has chosen not to disappear.

She said, "You guys had a nice day. I should have been there with you. But somehow...Hazel, I don’t think your dress just accidentally broke." "Yeah. I was thinking that, too." Ariel nodded, "My Prince Charming must have arranged every detail of such an event carefully. The dresses are all one size, but their quality must be good. I think someone did something to your dress, Hazel!" "It shouldn't have been touched." Hazel said in doubt, "We didn't know anyone, and we have no enemy..." Hazel was stunned when she got to the "enemy" part. She had met two enemies today, Kyla and the "Fake Joshua."

At first glance, the first thing that would come to mind is that she's a princess, a willful mischievous one. She quickly spotted Enzo and grinned while walking towards him. "Hello President Clinton, I'm Hazel!" She extended her hand to Enzo. Upon hearing the name, Enzo was shocked. "What? You're Hazel?" The lady looked at him indifferently, "Yes, any problems?" He extended her hand for a shake. "No need," Enzo replied still bewildered. Hazel is the name of his blind date and also his wife in the past life but with the face of this wife in this life.