Hazelwood Opportunity Center Novels & Stories

"It is not revenge. It is just living." After the Oprah interview, The Phoenix Center's funding doubled. We were able to open a second location across town. "You are building an empire," Mirabel joked. "I am building hope. There is a difference." One year after our wedding, Benjamin and I celebrated our anniversary at The Phoenix Center. We walked through the building, now bustling with activity. Women in classes. Children in daycare. Staff helping clients find housing and jobs. "We did this," Evelyn said. "You did this. I just supported you."

Hazel is a healthy four-year-old toddler and Bree intended to keep her that way. They were having their breakfast before she was scheduled to take her to the daycare. Bree already asked Mrs. Mancini to babysit Hazel again tonight. Bree really needs to find a way for her kid to have someone take care of her every night. For the time being, she told Mrs. Mancini, that she got a waitressing job at a bar, filling out the excuse for her to leave Hazel with Mrs. Mancini every night.

“Deal.” As the car turned toward the main road leading to the outskirts, the air between them thickened with quiet unease. Hazel drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, muttering under her breath, “God help us… we’re really going to Ravenwood.” Annabelle leaned back, her gaze distant once again. “God help me if what I find there is true.” Hazel pulled the car to a slow stop in front of the tall, iron-gated compound of Ravenwood Mental Hospital. The building loomed like a relic from another century—its stone walls streaked with moss, its narrow windows glinting in the weak afternoon light.

"Some time ago I was diagnosed with cancer. The aggressive kind. I think you all know what this damn disease is.” Hazel looks down, trying to wipe away the tears with her hands. Hellen continues. "My daughter came to this city of opportunity to earn well and send money for my treatment.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Hailey approaching too. "But I didn't know that an angel had just arrived in this town. " Hazel looks at me, we stare at each other and she bursts into tears, imagining something she still has no idea about " This man, Jonathan Turner, has put me in an experimental healing program called Therapy-Target.*

She helped with the permits and navigating the city council. Cinnamon came up with the name. "The Khole & Patterson Center for Gun Violence Recovery." I genuinely put two hundred million towards it. I wasn't expecting anything this time or trying to win the locals. Meadowbrook was my home too because I had a wife from there and a son who would constantly visit his mom's origin. The center would offer trauma counseling, legal aid, emergency housing, and long-term recovery programs. It would be built in the centre of Meadowbrook which was accessible to all.

He vanishes, leaving me standing in the rain, wondering if I'm making a mistake. Turning, I trot up Hazel's porch steps, knocking on the door. She isn't home, which is expected. She looks after children at a facility in the centre of the Pack's main city. It's one of the only places that is open anymore. Fishing her spare key out from under a porch ornament, I unlock her door and step inside. She has always told me I could borrow her car while she was at work, since she usually catches a ride with a coworker.

They live and operate in a deadly forest in Hazelwood, many who went through the forest had gone missing a number of times and ever returned so it was formerly called the “Hazelwood coven” It's also a shortcut to the city of Hazelwood. They are a group of witches who use their powers for negative or harmful purposes, and are involved in dark or malevolent magic for money and quest for more power. For those who were fortunate enough to experience it, life in Hazelwood was truly a magical and transformative experience, one that would stay with them for the rest of their lives. And unlikely for me, the traveler “Globetrotting George” I asked for a cheap ride and I was given the shortcut which l

Slowly, she raised her gaze to meet mine. "Emma, I understand that you find it difficult to accept Kaiden's decision, but Sweetheart, it's for the good of everyone," Hazel murmured. "I had a lengthy chat with Kaiden and the vice president a few hours ago and they have decided to release the e-learning center but will appoint someone to oversee the operations. You will be granted permission to go there occasionally," Hazel explained with a forced grin, but I maintained a serious expression, still couldn't believe what Kaiden did to my innocent Willow.

I went to Mrs Drywoods office to thank her for her help yesterday before going to the room which my current nightmare was. Luckily, Ciara Cowell was nowhere to be found when I went in, I only saw a few workers and I waved to them all. “Hello!" I turned around to the area the voice came from to see a tall beautiful redhead, staring at me with eager hazel eyes. “Hi there. I'm Hazel. I started working here a few months ago. I'm so sorry for what went down with Ciara yesterday. She is a horrible person. I always thought working with her would be a dream come true since I always watched her and she looks so gracious and kind on TV and in magazines. I never knew she was only a beautiful devil." Ha

Colt sat down and it was my turn. “The long waited review.” I said and stood up. “The buildings going up are a new program that I am implementing this year. First one, Mrs. Planters, please stand up.” A woman in her mid 40s stood up and waved around. She reminded me of Ms. Frizzle. “Mrs. Summers is the director at this center. It is called Director of the Development and Rehabilitation center . They will have programs include orphanage/daycare, basic development and skills, emotional center and transition program for those with extra needs.” A around of applause sounded for her before she sat down again.