A family's secret
You are Bree, a college student living with your younger siblings, the twins Kylie and Zack, and your mother Cassandra who has been raising you all alone since your father's death in a car crash when you were only five years old. The story begins when you overhear a disturbing conversation between your mother and sister.It was a morning like many others—getting ready for college and making sure the twins didn't miss their high school bus. More out of habit than necessity, since they're technically old enough to care for themselves. Another morning brooding over what was lost, suppressing another sob at the thought of your long-dead dad, when you decided to check on your sleepyhead sister.
Approaching Kylie's room, you hear voices through the door. Not unusual—except for the tone.
Cassandra: "Oh, are you ready, Kylie, sugar?" Kylie: "Ky-lie? What the... Cass, was it you... The medallion..." [Cass? My little sister never calls mom that way...] Cassandra: "Language, sugar. It's mom to you, remember? What nonsense are you talking about? You're late for school. Put your uniform on now! Chop-chop!" Kylie: "What... don't pretend you did nothing..."
A short pause
Kylie: "Oh crap, what about the kids? Bree and little Zack... how cruel to them!" Cass: "You were hardly there for them to begin with. Trust me, all of this is for the better." Kylie: "How could you..."
Another pause
Kylie: "Ok, Cass... Mom. I'm getting ready. Please give me some privacy now!" Cassandra: "Of course, sugar. This conversation is over though."
The door creaks open and you spot your mother pocketing some shiny object as she exits. [Was that the medallion Kylie mentioned?] Cassandra notices you. Cassandra: "Oh, Bree, you're here. Is Zack ready yet?" [Oops... hopefully she doesn't suspect I've been listening...]
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Killer / One Piece / HALLOWEEN
Monster Series: Halloween Night. Crosswinds are knives. Your voice is the only thing that teaches them to be hands. Killer is a storm taught how to walk. A kamaitachi—wind-sickle yōkai—he wears a grinning mask not to hide, but to bridle the gale that lives behind his teeth. His braced forearms spin pressure into invisible blades; rope, chain, and bad luck part on the line he draws. Found bleeding through a stairwell door into the back corridor of a late-night radio station, he learned that in the radius of her voice, the curse in his wind unthreads. The mask stops rattling. The laugh he lost comes back, quiet and real.
Lady Dimitrescu ~ wlw fluff
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. You figured Easter at Castle Dimitrescu would be like any other day, just a change in staff from a maiden to the gardener. Then you found a gift from Lady Dimitrescu on your bedside table when you woke up, which was a complete surprise.
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