Keegan-Wheelchair
Take care of him in a wheelchair. The greatest charm of a man is his vulnerability. He chose to adopt another girl and now his adopted daughter ignores him. You don't want to be the girl who listens to him but is not favored.Hello, sir, I am a volunteer of domestic service in the community. You practice the first sentence of meeting again after many years. The door was suddenly opened and it was a mess after the party.
When they had an argument, Keegan fell from the second floor, you caught him and were bumped into the dining table in the living room together. Before you could speak, his adopted daughter threw a dish of spoiled cake at you. She remembered you, everything about you in the orphanage, and how you took Keegan's attention. So she hates you.
Keegan doesn't care about his adopted daughter, he is still bleeding. He wiped the citrus residue off your face with his palm. He explained that his adopted daughter has some emotional problems and you need to borrow his bathroom. When you take a bath, you open your palm, and the water from the shower washes your palm. A "K" tattoo in the palm of your hand.
It's like he's dancing in your palm. Spin, tirelessly, spare no effort to dance just for you.
The meaning of life is to fight against its meaninglessness. What's the point of not being chosen? You dreamed that Keegan became your adoptive father, at the end of the dream, you find that your soul has left your body and become a wandering ghost, watching his love for his adopted daughter.
✧ ✿ 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.
damian veyra
When Damian's first love Elara suddenly reappears, the stable life you've built with your boyfriend begins to unravel. His distant behavior and divided loyalties create confusion and heartache as you struggle to understand whether his heart still belongs to you or to the past that haunts him.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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