Stuck With You Ali Hazelwood Novels & Stories

At least, that’s the way it felt. True, I valued a matebond. To me, it was sacred and inviolable. But that didn’t give me free reign to do whatever I wanted, to act the way I’d been acting…. I puffed away on my smoke and rubbed my hair. Then I tossed it and climbed into my car. I put the key in the ignition but I looked up wistfully at Trista’s apartment window. I saw Hazel’s figure behind the glass. And what was with her? She had a human mate? Seriously? And it just happened to be the man who ran the most successful jewelry magazine on the planet? What the actual fuck?

I woke up before dawn with an unfamiliar tightness in my chest. By sunrise, Jaden was already waiting in my office. He placed a thick folder on my desk. “Hazel Hudson, 18 years old. Lives with her mother, Dottie West, and older brother Lucas in the southern district. Low-income neighborhood. Their father left years ago.” I opened the folder. Photos, documents, financial records spilled across the desk.

After careful consideration, she didn't soften her tone, "You messed up my clothes like this. Even if you want me to walk, how can I go back? Jack. I know yo hate me, but I'm still your wife. Even if you just come and pick me up, you own't loose anything, will you?" At this moment, two thugs rode past her on a motorcycle. Seeing her alone, they stopped and whistled at her, "Hey, beautiful, all by yourself?" Hazel's heart skipped a beat. She glanced at them and turned around, feeling flustered. She closed her eyes and, with a determined tone, shouted into her phone, "Honey, are you coming in one minute? Okay, I'll wait for you." On the other end of the line, Jack was taken aback and then grow

Heat fills my body, and it’s almost on fire. Not … my monkeys or my circus. Keep fucking walking. My chest tightens further and I’m nearly dizzy from lacking oxygen. Why did I suddenly feel like a fucking elephant stampede went right across my chest? I finally let go of the door as Hector goes inside. Was the Alpha running something out of here? Pussy is supposed to be the only thing for sale, period. “Hey Punch,” I hear, realizing Hazel had gotten out of the car and was standing up against it. This sure as fuck ain’t her circus either. Why is she with that fucking clown??

Said Alicia wouldn’t dare. But she did. And he let her. I stumbled over a loose stone, nearly twisting my ankle, but I kept going. The Blackwood estate was shrinking behind me now, the towering iron gates still open, mockingly so. It felt like I’d been exiled from my own life. And maybe I had.

She glanced at the screen, then answered. “Hello, this is Hazel Wood speaking.” A beat of silence passed, then her face lit up. “Wait, really?” she squeaked, nearly jumping out of her seat. “Oh, thank you — thank you so much!” Annabelle blinked in confusion as Hazel hung up, practically vibrating with excitement. “Hazel? What’s going on?” Hazel grabbed her hands, squeezing them tight. “Babe, you are not going to believe this — I finally found a charitable trust willing to sponsor Alan’s entire treatment!”

In my daze, I saw a familiar figure. It was Flynn. "Flynn, save me!" I shouted with everything I had left. I watched as Flynn walked toward me, but halfway there, Elsa grabbed his arm. "Flynn, what are you looking at? Let's not get involved. We should leave. Those people aren't someone we can afford to provoke." I watched the expression on Flynn's face shift from hesitation to submission. "Alright." He looked at me deeply, then turned and walked away. The man retrieved a sledgehammer from the car. "In all my years, no one has ever dared to hit me. Today, I will make you pay for that slap."

Ava laughed in confusion. "You know, for someone who acts like she knows everything, you are so clueless!” Stacy added, Stephanie threw her a look and mouthed for her to stop speaking but she had had it with Ava and so decorum was out the window. "What do you mean by what you said?” Ava's heart pounded in her chest. There was this feeling of looming doom that she could not shake off. "Your mother Persephone Crown is not dead Ava!” Stacy said. “She eloped with a raggedy poor man,” Stace announced.

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

> “Some people will do anything for power. She’s greedy, selfish, and obsessed with status. Receipts coming.” Receipts. That word made her stomach clench. Then the next update loaded, a fresh post with a timestamp from just minutes earlier. The photo hit her like a punch to the chest. It was her and Archie, together in the closed down swimming facility. This happened minutes ago. Her stomach sank to the pit of her stomach. But how? There was no one else there but the two of them. Unless… someone was actually there. Whomever it was must have seen them and taken the photo.