Princess Hazel Novels & Stories

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

And all of it was because of *her*. Hazel Hudson. Her name tasted like venom every time I thought it. That slum girl with her cheap white dress, her pathetic pregnancy announcement, and her stolen victory at the cathedral. She had taken everything from me. Asher. The throne. The future I had spent years crafting. And now she was living in luxury, protected in one of Asher’s safe houses, holding *his* child — a boy they had named Kael. A Royal heir that should have been mine.

“See you soon, Your Majesty “She sneered and left with the others. “Cathe…. “ “I will be fine”I interrupted Her Highness assuring her. “Maybe it is not bad at least I will be the Queen ''I muttered trying to convince myself. Preparation for the wedding and Coronation is going on. Prince Edward separated me and Reena. He also assigned new maids to me, I know their job is to keep an eye on me. It's not like I care though, I gave up a long time ago. “Milady it time for your fitting ''The Royal seamstress came back for the fourth time this week.

I drew a breath, tried to smile and my lips only trembled. Just then, high heels clicked in the corridor short, sharp even on the stone floor. The door opened again, letting in a sweet, cloying perfume and a chill, cutting voice: "Oh… I heard our honored guest was injured." Dane swept in. Soft brown curls like waves, a white fur-trimmed coat draped over narrow shoulders. Her smile was gentle; her gaze was a needle. "I heard there was an intruder and someone got hurt. Such a pity it turned out to be Miss Majori," Dane said, lips curving. "And I hear she was quite the hero, she knocking out Brian's spy all by herself?"

"What, who could that be? I frown. It's early for a visitor and we never get visitors even if it's not early. The only person who usually comes is Danna and I'm sure she's still asleep right now. I walk to the door with Oliver in my arms and open it. "Yes?" a tall man in a suit with neatly combed hair stares at me. He looked like an executive. "Can I help you?" "Hazel Mason," he says. "Yes, it's me..." I say with reservation, intimidating his serious look and he's too erect to be normal, reminds me of....

As the voice fell, hundreds of people swung their heads to look at the entrance of the hall. A gorgeous shoe appeared before the whole person stepped into the hall. There was a sudden chill in the air because the temparement is too strong. The Queen Mother glanced at her people and nodded. "We have seen your majesty!" The people cried. The Prince smiled and slowly made his way over to the table where the Queen Mother and the elders sat. The Prince of Paris looked around and couldn't see the Princess. 'Huh? Are the women not allowed in the banquet?' He squeezed out a smile and spoke, "looks like I arrived just in time, what are we celebrating?"

Whatever force Hazel has in charge of her is definitely working extra time just to keep her alive and somewhat safe. When the fire started, all I could think of was how much better it was for us, mostly because I expected Hazel to burn with the place, not escape it. If I knew that this was going to happen, I would have stayed behind to push her in before attempting to escape myself. Hazel is an arrogant, conceited maid who thinks that she is above everyone else, and the plan to send her away from all of us did not work out eventually. That made the girls detest me for having a plan that wasn't fool proof. It was supposed to be, but she somehow got out of it, just like she got away with steal

Hazel replied. “Hazel she truly deserve to know, because she’s one of the family, I am sure if your father is here he would have understand what we are talking about, please don’t be offended I need to tell her” Mrs Kaden said. “No problem! She deserve to know though” Hazel replied. “Hazel isn’t our daughter, she doesn’t belong to Red moon park, Hazel is a princess” Mrs Kaden said and Harriet scoffed. “Mother, what are you talking about? How will she be a princess? Just how?” Harriet asked and burst into laughter.

“Greeting to her highness, the luna. I am princess Hazel Blaze, eldest daughter of Elio Blaze and Hana Elio Blaze. It’s an honour to be in the presence of such a beautiful entity.” She kissed my fingers, and I smiled at her. The same fake smile I wore for everyone else. “The honour is mine to meet princess Hazel,” I said. Hazel Blaze was twenty-eight and unmarried. That was a big deal because, according to the societal norm, she had already passed the normal marriage age that was twenty-five. She was also someone Amor asked me to stay away from. Even though I had already been fed a lot about her, I still found her to be beautifu

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.