Novels by Hazel

Plopping down on the couch, I let out a sigh. My dad tears his eyes away from the sports channel on TV and looks over at me. "How was dinner with the Fierdo's?"My dad and Giovanni Fierdo have been best friends long before Marcus and I met. They practically grew up together, but unfortunately grew apart after high school. While my dad was attending college, Giovanni Fierdo was training to become the next Mafia leader.Hanggang sa nagkita ulit sila three years ago. My father was the happiest I had ever seen him since my mother's passing. She had died of stage four Ovarian Cancer when I was seven years old. I don't talk about it much, because I only want to keep the good memories of her.Which is why I spend so much time at the cafe. I don't want to go through the pain of losing anyone else. I don't know how my dad does it, especially having lost the love of his life and best friend before the age of sixty."Dinner was good...dumating si Niccolo." I decided to leave out the conversation

Pinili ko na huwag na sabihan pa kay Marcus ang tungkol sa text. Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero natatakot ako."Are you okay?"Napabalik ako sa ulirat nang maramdaman ang kamay ni Marcus sa balikat ko. Nakatingin siya sa akin at halatang nag-aaalala.Everyone finally gathers around the table for dinner. Niccolo still hasn't shown up, which wasn't new when eating with this family. I rarely saw him, and when I did he was usually upset about something.I think their father's death has something to do with Niccolo's anger. I think his death had an impact on every one of them individually. Marcus tried getting a hold of him, but it just kept going to voice-mail. So he sent Ramzel to go fetch him from their nightclub called Fallen."Yeah, I'm okay. Don't mind me."Pinilit ko alisin sa isip ko ang text kanina at nag-focus sa mga Fierdo. We all clasped our hands together and waited for Cesare to say grace. It was a rule in the Fierdo household. If you eat or drink without blessing the food fir

I check the time on my phone. It's 6:30 pm. Once the last customer has finished eating, I thank them for stopping by and flip the open sign to close. The work day was finally over. Having to run a business by yourself is never fun. The only reason my father wasn't here to help me is because he's getting too old to run a cafe.He officially retired about a year ago. I was glad he was finally getting a break, because now he can focus on himself. He puts others before him, spending more time worrying about others and less time on himself. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, but it's drained him over the years. Which is why I refuse to ask for his help with anything. Because knowing my father, he would try and work another ten years and end up burning himself out completely.Marcus is sitting at the counter with the same cup of coffee in his hand. "Hindi mo pa rin ubos yan? It's got to be cold by now. Akin na, hubugasan ko." I reach out to take it from him so I can reheat it, but he shakes

The light bulb in the freezer begins incessantly flickering on and off. My hands are resting on my hips as I watch the light flicker. There's a faint spark, followed by a crackle right before it burns out and darkens the room. Damn this stupid freezer light. This is the third time this week that I've had to replace the light bulb.Groaning with frustration, I grab the ladder leaned against the wall and place it under the light. Stepping onto the ladder, I climb up two steps. Nanginginig ako mga tuhod ko sa takot. I've had a fear of heights ever since I fell out of my bunk bed when I was six years old.Kadalasan ay si Kyla ang gumagawa ng bagay na ito. Pero nagkataon na nagkasakit siya ngayon at walang ibang pwede gumawa ng trabaho niya kung hindi ako dahil lahat ay may kanya-kanyang ginagawa doon sa ibaba.I suck in a deep breath and reach up to begin unscrewing the light bulb. I try my best not to look down as I stand on the tips of my toes.Almost there.Kaya ko ito. Kaya ko.I give

Rylan and I sit at the main table with my whole pack. My father sits to my left, at the head of the table. With my mother across from me and Rylan to my right, I am boxed into conversations I want no part in. The main table also holds the Blood Moon pack. They sit at the other end, opposite my father.Everyone eats at their own pace, mostly conversing about the upcoming ceremony. I take a small bite of a brussel sprout covered in butter and herbs. Chewing slowly, I lean over to Rylan and whisper in her ear."I wonder what my mother would do if you started talking about me dating someone." She cracks a small grin and whispers back to me."She would probably be the proper woman she pretends to be and go along with it."I laugh, causing my mother to send me a death glare. I squish up my face in mock innocence and she harrumphs my behavior. I have another bite of food just inches from my mouth, when Rylan nudges my side with my elbow. I look up at her, and she inclines her head toward the

Rylan and I have been standing here, at the doorway for what seems like hours. My feet are aching, and we haven't been able to have a break since the packs started coming.I lean against the wall, and Rylan ushers the last few stragglers of a pack inside. Glancing outside, I don't see anyone else."Is that everyone?" I ask. Rylan takes a mental tally and shakes her head."There is one more pack..." She trails off. I groan, realizing who it it. The Blood Moon pack. They are one of the most powerful packs, second only to us.Their Alpha was one of the best in his ceremony a few years ago. At the time, his pack was one of the lower, submissive ones. When he came out on top of the ceremony, he had the choice to join our pack. But he went back to his pack, and he made them more powerful. Apparently, his pack is rivaling ours for power. Both of our packs hold the same amount of territory.Rylan sighs loudly and sinks to the floor, breaking me from my thoughts. She rips the heels off and gro

I growl as Rylan enters my bedroom with a basket full of makeup, a grin settled on her face."No." I sneer as I back a step away from her. She pouts, her infectious grin slipping from her cheeks."Come on, Kira! Just let me put some makeup on you!" She begins, setting the basket down on my bed. The strong scent of chemicals inside wafts up to my nose. I shake my head, refusing."Fine then, I guess just a bit of eyeliner will have to do." She sighs at me. I growl and shake my head."Come on... Kira, your mom wants you to be wearing this stuff, not me!" She shouts, exasperated. I roll my eyes and walk over to the floor length mirror."My mother just doesn't want me to get any attention from any guys, possibly causing me to leave the pack.""Well, I can't say I blame her. If I looked like you, I would have guys at my feet begging for my attention." I look at her, my eyebrows raised. She giggles at my expression."I can't tell if that was a compliment or not." I murmur, causing her to lau

After stepping out of the cold bath, I wrap myself with a towel. A faint knock echoes through the bathroom and I open the door. Rylan stands there, a grim look on her face. I quirk an eyebrow at her, but let her into the bathroom. I have grown up with Rylan and she feels like my sister. I towel off my hair and slip into a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater. Rylan sits patiently while I brush out my hair."Did they catch the rogue?" I ask, still not over being told to sit out. She catches my gaze in the mirror and smirks."Yeah, your dad caught him. Apparently he was forced from the Night Claw pack.""They said they are going to interrogate him after the ceremony." I frown and tie my hair up into a high ponytail. Striding out into my bedroom, Rylan follows with a sigh. She crosses her arms and watches as I tug on a pair of leather boots."Are we going to run our daily rounds?" She asks more to herself. I stand and nod with a smile. Every day Rylan and I do a run of the perimeter

The first memory I have of my parents was of us lounging in the living room. My father and I were huddled around the fireplace. My mother was seated in a rocking chair as she read from a book with an old, worn cover. I was sprawled across my father's lap, as I always did when he sat with me. My mother used to tease me that I was daddy's little girl. And it was the truth. I would follow him everywhere, and even try to help him with the matters of being an Alpha. He would often laugh at my enthusiasm and let me tag along. I remember my parents and I sitting like this often. One time, I got up the courage to ask about my siblings. I knew I had to have them. Everyone had siblings.My father looked at my mother and they seemed to have a conversation without saying a word. My father then looked down at me and launched into the story about my older brother."He was born with a recessive Alpha Gene," he said to me. At the time I didn't know what that was, but I figured that if I continued to

A week has passed everything went just normal, Zeus and I still act like a normal friend and nobody knows about the arrangement.One of our friends from school invited us to party tonight at a bar, and I heard everyone is going to come to the party to have fun.Franki is the one who's going to drive us to the bar tonight, she said she's going to pick me up at 9. It sounds wild when we go to a party every Friday, but trust it doesn't always like that.I'm ready and now I'm waiting for Franki to pick me up. I've promised myself that I'm not going to get drunk tonight, I have plans for tomorrow. I don't want to ruin my Saturday morning by waking up late with blurry vision.After a while, my phone suddenly rings and I can see Franki's face popped on my phone screen. I picked it up and she said that she is already outside. I turn the tv off then walk into the lobby,"Get in bitch!" Franki shout at me and it makes me laugh.I got into the car, I found that my girls look so gorgeous tonight.

The bleachers were getting filled by people here to support our school's football team. Jacob brings two big bowl of popcorn and two cups of soda for us.The cheerleaders are stretching on the side of the football field, and they looked gorgeous. Everyone in my school dreams of becoming a cheerleader but not me, I'm different from the other's and I feel like I don't fit in. I was also scared to fall from high up.The football players start to walk into the field, which makes everyone go crazy. The boys, in a line, walk onto the field one by one. Enrico runs out from the cheerleader's gate. Zeus', the only player that has yet to walk onto the field, passes through the gate and a roar of screams attacks my ear. However, his eyes were focused on the field and his face was just as dull as any other day. He didn't spare a single glance to his supporters. He holds his football helmet in his hand and his expression was calm.The players stand in a circle while the coach talks to them about t

Mom had left to the dining room, she had to be by dad's side to greet the guests. It was now only Bianca, Gio, and I in the room."Oh, baby, it's okay," Bianca tries to comfort me."No, it's not," I say, my voice hoarse from crying. Gio took out a blue handkerchief from his black suit before giving it to me. Gratefully, I use the handkerchief to clean the mess on my face."Dad is always so controlling over everything, I'm so sorry," Gio tells me sincerely, while Laura consoles me by rubbing my back."You have to take a deep breath and relax. Just imagine everything is going to be fine," she smiles at me."Come on, they're waiting for us," Gio said, then leads us into the dining room. Bianca puts her arm around me. I try my best not to cry. I hope it is going to be just fine, like what Bianca had told me.We got into the dining room, the lights of the dining room are brighter than usual, and food filled the long dining table. I look around, and my eyes suddenly land on a familiar figur

The teacher's voice in the front of the class was fading away as my wish for sleep overtook my brain. Suddenly, the bell brought be back from my sleepiness and into my classroom.Stressed about completing a history assignment that is due today, I went to sleep late last night and could fall asleep any minute. I am hoping I get a good grade on it, because I worked too hard on it to get anything below an "A." I do everything I can do to maintain all "A's and I was planning to keep it that way until I graduate.Everyone in the room started to rush out the classroom door, leaving me behind while I shove all my books into my bag. I zip up my bag, and head out the class, walking to my locker to grab my things and head home.I hear my phone start ringing from in my pocket. Mentally scolding myself for not putting it on silent, I take it out and read the caller ID.Rosilla.Rosilla has been my parent's secretary since I was little, if she was calling than it must be something related to my pa