BOOK 1 [with seasons 1 & 2]
Aurora Lili Routledge, or as everyone calls her; Rory, is the twin sister of John B Routledge. With the summer approaching, Rory and John B have made a perfect plan along with their friends; JJ, Pope, and Kie to have a...
Who are you when you wake up? There are no calls so hang up We've got our motivators Who's on a list of waiters
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Your sister says John Do you plan to deliver?
She calls me up drunk And her voice gives me shivers When your city's on fire
With the sound of...
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Rory~
WE crouched in silence, the weight of the moment pressing down on all of us like the heat of the North Carolina sun. I clung to JJ, his strong arms wrapping protectively around me, grounding me in the chaotic storm swirling inside my chest.
My heartbeat matched the frantic pulse of panic that had surged the second my eyes landed on Rafe. Even from a distance, the mere sight of him made my skin crawl—like a ghost that wouldn't stop haunting me.
From our hiding spot behind the thick bushes, we all watched the scene unfold like an old, cursed play. Rafe stomped around the clearing like he owned the place, muttering furiously about how there was "nothing here," frustration evident in the sharp edge to his voice.
He was the epitome of danger, walking chaos dressed in entitlement, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of him.
Limbrey appeared next, her presence no less unsettling. She stood tall, draped in her desperation and greed, flanked by that bulldog goon of hers, Renfield, who sneered at everything in sight. They were gathered around an old mustang, the hood dented and rusting, with machinery scattered about as if they were on the verge of unearthing something.
"They got the cross?" JJ muttered low, his words carrying a note of disbelief. His eyes darted between John B and Pope, wide and filled with tension. His grip on me tightened, and I could feel the protective edge in his body, a shield to keep me safe from the threat that was Rafe. "What do we do? What do we do?"
"What can we do?" John B's voice was strained, worried, as his gaze stayed locked on the casket being pulled from the ground. His words hung in the air, weighted by the reality of our situation. We were outnumbered, and the digging equipment they had wasn't something we could just fight off.
I swallowed hard, trying to push down the rising panic that threatened to take over. "That's not the cross," I said softly, my voice shaky but certain. I could feel the group's eyes on me as I spoke. "The cross is twice as big. This... this is something else."
Sarah nodded beside me, her grip tightening on my hand. "Rory's right," she said, her voice barely a whisper, but the trust in her tone gave me strength.
"What are they digging up then?" Kie muttered, her confusion mirroring all of ours.
Our collective gaze turned back to the scene unfolding in front of us. With crowbars in hand, Rafe and Renfield pried open the casket's lid, the wooden creak echoing ominously through the clearing. Limbrey leaned forward, anticipation etched on her face, but within seconds, the excitement drained from her eyes.
