Stuck With You Ali Hazelwood Novels & Stories

I bumped into a bunch of people, looking for Maya and the seat we were in. Maybe I'm lost. I pull out my phone and dial the first contact on it. It's Nick. It rings then goes to voice mail. Maybe I should call a cab and go home. The lines are blurred while I try to Uber and my phone slips to the ground. I crouched at the same time as someone else, and we both grabbed the object. His hands are too cold, so I recoil in shock, he grips my phone, unrelenting until we both share a look. The light at the side of the club illuminates his face a little. Hazel. Dark. That's the first thing I noticed.

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.

We practically worked our way through every stall near the school gate. As the semester went on, our relationship slowly got better. That day, I hurried to the school gate as usual, but he was nowhere in sight. I searched the entire campus without success. Just then, fragments of conversation reached my ears. "Hey, did you hear? Eric's gone to race on the mountain trail behind the school." "Seriously?" "Yeah. The race should have already started by now." My heart sank as the memory hit me. In my previous life, Eric had been persuaded to take part in a race. His car was sabotaged, and the mountain trail was treacherous. A terrible crash followed, and because help didn't arrive in time, he was

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.]

Alan was at the pool table, cue stick in hand, sleeves rolled, hair slightly messy like he’d run his hands through it a thousand times. Kade stood nearby, beer in one hand, the other holding chalk for his stick. He looked up and smiled the second he saw me. “Well damn,” he said, setting the chalk down on the ledge. “So you’re the infamous Hazel.” I stepped in, tugging the sleeves of the hoodie awkwardly. “Guilty.” Kade walked over, sticking his hand out. “Nice to meet the woman who tamed the beast.” I took his hand, tried to smile even though my face was on fire. “I’m still figuring out if that’s a compliment.”