HAZELEthan still hasn’t left, and there is something telling me that I’m the reason he’s still here. I decide to spend the evening in the library when I see him looking down at me as I’m reading on my desk. “What is it?” I ask him, worried that something bad is about to happen. “Nothing, I never knew that you actually liked to read.” He says and I nod, telling him that it’s my all time favourite hobby. “That’s wonderful, do you also like the stars?” He asks, and I nod, looking at him in confusion. “Who doesn’t like the stars?” I ask him, and he chuckles. “You might be surprised to know that some people don’t care much for the stars.” He says, and I nod, thinking that evil people like Cathy and Gwen would probably not like stars. “I guess, I can think of some people.” I giggle. “So, I don’t want to come off as creepy or anything, but how would you like to go up with me later tonight? A comet might rise and I want to see.” Ethan asks, and I look at him in surpris
HAZELAfter the shocking turn of events, seeing Ethan in his most pleasant form, all of his vulnerabilities were laid bare. "So, brother, I honestly need to go for this meeting. It will make a very noticeable progress in the development of my kingdom and myself. " I overhear Arnold telling his brother. "You want to leave your Kingdom without a leader, without their king? Why would you do that?" Ethan ask him, his tone filled with a lot of judgment. "You're one to talk. Do you know how long you have left your Kingdom for?" Arnold snaps. There was a silent moment. The both of them staring at each other, the next thing I hear is laughter. They both start laughing for reason that I don't even understand. Sometimes their wittiness makes me smile. It reminds me of how close they are. "My case is different. I'm generally known to not be responsible, but you are the responsible one." Ethan says. "Yeah, I have always hated that point of view, it always made me set an unnecess
HAZELAs I enter Ethan's room, the sight of him lying pale and feeble in bed tugs at my heartstrings. His usually vibrant eyes are dull, and the lines of pain etched on his face makes me know that he is suffering. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I might see. Carefully, I approach his bedside, my footsteps soft against the floor. "Hey, Ethan." I murmur gently, placing my hand on his forehead. He stirs at my touch, his gaze flickering open to meet mine. His forehead is burning hot, and the doctor just left. "Hazel." he croaks, his voice hoarse with illness. My heart clenches at the sight of him in such a state. Despite our differences, I can't help but feel a really bad for him. He may be stubborn and infuriating at times, but under his tough exterior lies vulnerability. Like everyone else, yes, but still. For the first time, I see Ethan in a different light. Completely weakened and humbled by life and nature itself. Gone is the confident facade he usually wear
ETHANAs I lie in bed, the dull ache in my chest, a steady reminder of my weakened state. It is better for than the way I was feeling hours ago. I could barely even feel anything that wasn't pain, but thankfully, I am way better. I can't help but feel grateful for Hazel's presence by my side. She's been my lifeline these past few days, nursing me back to health with care, and in the most tender way possible. I know Hazel, I know her too well to know that if I were to be sick, I would probably have died with her trying her best efforts. But, the Hazel that has been taking care of me for the past few days, that Hazel is different. I have never seen this side of her, and I don't think Anthony has either. I watch as she moves around the room, her movements graceful and precise, she tends to my needs, almost as if she had worked as nurse before. I stare in shock at her movements, each step ringing purpose. She checks my temperature, fluffs my pillows, and brings me warm broth soup to
ETHANArnold is still nowhere to be found. He's been gone for what feels like an eternity, traveling and exploring who knows where. While I miss his presence and the banter we share, his absence has given me the opportunity to focus on other aspects of my life. And one of those aspects happens to be Hazel. She's been by my side ever since I fell ill, taking care of me with a tenderness and compassion that I never expected from her. As she tends to me, I find myself drawn to her in a way that I can't quite explain. There's something about her strength and resilience that captivates me, something that makes me want to get to know her better. And so, I decide to take a chance and ask her out. I find her in the garden, tending to the flowers with a gentle touch. She looks up as I approach, a curious expression on her face. "Hey, Hazel." I greet her, trying to keep my nerves in check. "Do you have a moment?" "Sure, Ethan." She replies, setting down her gardening tools and turning
HAZELI've been avoiding Ethan for the past few days, ever since our second date. It's not that I don't want to see him or spend time with him, but I can't shake this overwhelming feeling that's been building inside me ever since we kissed. It's like my heart has a mind of its own, and it's racing ahead of me, skipping steps and leading me straight into dangerous territory. I've been telling myself off for feeling so much for Ethan. After all, we've only known each other for a short time, and we're still getting to know each other. But every time I see him, every time he smiles at me or brushes his hand against mine, my resolve crumbles, and I find myself falling deeper and deeper into this whirlwind of emotions. I feel I should put some distance between us, give myself time to sort out my feelings and figure out what I want. But every time I try, something pulls me back to him, like a magnet drawing me in. It's frustrating and exhilarating all at once, and I don't know how to make
HAZELWaking up next to Ethan is not something that I ever thought that I’d be able to do for a while, but apparently, I can’t predict the future. When I raise the covering, I’m only clad in my underwear, and Ethan is still fast asleep next to me, wearing only his shorts. A chill runs through my mind as I wonder what we must have been doing to be dressed like this. That’s when the events of last night rush to me. I was so happy that I even drank strong wolf alcohol, something that I never thought that I would ever do, and that must have been what led this to happen. But I honestly don’t remember having sex with Ethan, so I make the decision to ask him if we had done anything when he wakes up. Ethan’s handsome face tempts me to give him a good morning kiss, but considering all the stress he went through because I was drunk, I decide not to do that, in case it wakes him up from his much needed sleep. I tiptoe out of bed and make my way to my suite where my maids help me scrub up and
HAZELI wake up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm feeling and glow into the room. I am not ready to wake up yet but with the intensity of the rays of sunlight, I realise that a lot of time must have passed.Stretching my legs, I feel a sense of contentment wash over me as I remember that it's the weekend, a time for relaxation, fun and sleeping in. Rolling over, I see Ethan still asleep beside me, his features softened in the gentle morning light, sometimes I wonder why he looks like that when he sleeps, like a cute baby, but when he is awake, he is all macho macho.With a smile growing on my lips, I slip out of bed, careful not to disturb him. Padding barefoot across the cool hardwood floor, I make my way to the kitchen. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greets me as I enter, enticing my senses and pushing me further into the world of non sleepers.I set out my ingredients to make breakfast. As I prepare breakfast, I can't help but feel a gre