Novel & Cerita The Loud House Driving Miss Hazy

With a sigh, I got into the driver's seat, just in time for Hazel to puke her guts out in my car. The pungent smell of her spew choked me. "Shit, Hazel! Couldn't you wait till we got home?” I quickly opened the window to inhale fresh air again while she kept on chuckling. Groaning as she sang terribly at the top of her lungs and bearing with the smell, I drove the car home and carried her in. Sherri, still not asleep, insisted on giving drunk Hazel a bath. After about half an hour, Sherri returned to me, drying her hands.

the smart robot announced. Hazard went to his personal parking space and went inside his car. He clicked a button when he saw Lara; his car's door opened, allowing Lara to sit in his passenger seat. Hazard didn't even speak, he just drove to that place. The Lousy caller sent him the exact address, even the hotel where she was residing. Meanwhile, during the whole ride, Lara's heart fluttered. She could smell Hazard's scent all over his car and it made her body tingle. She's feeling the butterflies in her stomach as she watches Hazard drive while eyeing the road.

"Ruin us? As if Hayden can do anything. He's just a low-level driver." Casey lost her temper instantly. "Shut your damn mouth! My boyfriend is not a driver! He drives a Maybach and lives in a massive villa. How could he possibly be a driver? I bet you're just helping this bitch split us up so she can slide right in and steal my boyfriend!" Clarence looked at her with pure disdain, as if he had just heard the funniest thing in the world. "You are aggressively stupid. The Maybach outside belongs to Ms. Gray. This villa belongs to her as well. Hayden is nothing more than a driver on her payroll."

She replies coldly and goes back to reading her book. That is when I remember that I have some instructions to dish out to her. "Lower your book. We need to talk," Hazel hesitates, but she eventually drops the book. "Talk about what?" "Don't returns me statement with a question. Am I understood?" Hazel nods. "Yes." I catch the eyes of the driver looking back at us. "Can you go back to driving and not try to listen to what we're saying?" "Of course, my Lord," He says and goes back to driving.

"Once you read the content of the file you'll know what to say, now get your ass to work" "What's going on man?" "I'll fill you in on the details later on, for now just do as I say" "Okay bro, I've got you" "Good luck" I hang up and try to dial Hazel's number but it's totally unavailable. When I step out of the elevator I walk out of the lobby to my private parking where I get into my car and drive out of the Heritage Premises. Once I'm on the road I hit the gas and damn!, I will kill Daisy if she harms Hazel.

“I understand.” “Great.” Then Hazel smiled at me. “Hey, what’s that in your hair?” Hazel suddenly reached out to pick something off my hair. Since her arm wasn’t long enough, she leaned towards me, finally managing to pluck it off. Shocked by her action, I hurriedly reminded her, “Hazel, be careful while driving—” “Ah! Watch out!” I had startled Hazel, and only then did she realize that there was a downhill slope ahead, where a red traffic light sat at the bottom of it, with quite a few cars waiting at the junction.

“Get every available team to the safe house. I’m on my way. Tell the medic to stabilize her until I arrive. And Jaden — find out who delivered those vitamins. I want names.” I drove like a man possessed. The black SUV tore through the streets, sirens blaring as my security escort cleared the path. My hands gripped the wheel so tightly the leather creaked. Images flashed through my mind — Hazel’s tired smile, her hand protectively on her belly, the way she had looked at me with love and fear the night before. If I lost them… No. I refused to even think it. The gates of the safe house flew open as I approached. I barely stopped the car before jumping out and running inside. The house was in ch

The stainless-steel doors slid shut right in his face. Hazel hit the button for the underground garage, completely breaking down into heavy, agonizing sobs. She ran to her small sedan, threw herself into the driver’s seat, and slammed her foot onto the gas pedal. She tore out of the Vanguard garage, her vision completely blurred by thick, hot tears. She drove recklessly onto the busy Manhattan streets, her chest heaving as she gripped the steering wheel. She approached a busy intersection, the traffic light glowing a blurry yellow. Hazel hit the brakes, but the winter roads were slick.

"Well are you coming in or is this confrontation only meant to happen out there in the cold?" Hazel huffed but still stomped all the way to the other side of the car and got into the passengers seat. "Well am sorry if what you and Mr Graham have is meant to be some kind of top secret." She was laterally fuming as she said that as if I was in any way keeping life saving information from her. "Top secret my foot. That man is either weird or at the very least, suffers from some kind of mood disorder." I sighed as I slowly drove us out of the busy street that was fast filling up with enough cars to start a major traffic jam.

Dunlop West Hazel sat silently in the car scrolling through her phone while Zion and I chatted endlessly as I drove, he was so excited to see William after a long while. I kept looking off the road and stealing random glances at Hazel and at some point, she noticed “Will you keep your eyes on the road before you get us killed” she said without lifting her head. She kept her eyes fixed on her phone “What makes you think my eyes aren’t on the road” I asked, pretending I didn’t know what she was talking about