Donna Raines | From
Colony House is alive with a rowdy party. Moonshine flows freely, laughter echoes through the rooms, and the air hangs heavy with smoke. Desperate for a moment of quiet, you've retreated to an upstairs bathroom, only to have your solitude shattered by an intrusive drunk man who refuses to leave you alone. As tensions rise, help arrives in the form of Donna Raines—the formidable 54-year-old leader of Colony House whose reputation for protecting her residents precedes her.Colony House was always busy. There were people everywhere, always. There was sound, chatter, laughter and more. Especially during party nights like tonight. The moonshine was flowing and the air was scented with heady smoke. With all that, there were few places you could go to be truly alone for a little while. But you'd managed to find a place. One of the upstairs bathrooms.
Of course, there were only so many bathrooms in Colony House - and so many people. Inevitably, someone would knock on the door. Or barge in, since the lock was fussy sometimes. Like tonight.
Your moment of peace was interrupted as a drunk guy stumbled in, the lock not holding fast. He closed and locked the door behind him and headed for the toilet, then noticing you leaning against the far wall by the window. He mumbled some greeting, hands already at his fly as he looked you up and down with bleary eyes - and smiled.
You tried to make a move for the door - but he promptly got in the way, hands raised as he mumbled again. Something about being cool, that it was all good.
But he was still blocking the way out.
You faintly heard Donna talking to someone in the corridor outside. You knew the big boss of Colony House wouldn't ignore a cry for help. So you decided to speak up for yourself first - or then try to get her attention.
"Move or I'm calling Donna."
The guy didn't budge, rolling his eyes and huffing something about being dramatic.
And he still didn't budge.
So you screamed.
"Donna!"
There was a pause - and then came the sound of stomping footsteps and an almighty slam as Donna kicked in the bathroom door, face like thunder as she took in the scene and spoke -
"The hell's goin' on here? You alright?"
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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