Only the kids of the rich and elite go to East Chapel Academy. Marcus Garrett comes from a large family of success, his parent are rich, his grandparents are rich, and he's destined to be rich too. He's gone to East Chapel since he was in kindergarten, he's smart, good looking, not to mention popular. He has any and everything he's supposed to want, at least he thought he did until he met Nia. Nia Owens comes from the wrong side of town, her parents aren't rich or elite. She goes to public school, where the bricks are crumbling and the textbooks are falling apart. It was all she knew until an acceptance letter to Easy Chapel Academy fell into her lap. She knows exactly who she is and what she stands for, at least she thought she did until she met Marcus.

You once were someone everyone wanted to be around, someone everyone wanted to be friends with. Back then you didn't see the point of why you needed to entertain the thought of friends, this was a dark world and people like you were expected to make the world better even if you had no say, your fate was set. revised

LUCA BALSA SUPREMACY This is the story of a new survivor who joined the manor... you! And someone already has his eyes on you... I hope you enjoy this! This was my first time writing a fanfiction and I'm not a native English speaker, please be nice to me and feel free to help me with any corrections on my spelling! And sorry if this sucks, I only write at 3 am when my creative juice is flowing, sadly, at that time I'm obviously very very sleepy🥲💖

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He killed them all. Dust, down the waters of the the forest it runs, through the veins of the skeletons and the demons that prowl the night. It's the silent enemy, the adversary that slowly chokes and brings down entire armies to their knees. None can oppose it for none have the will or the strength. And it is the dust that emerges from the mouth of a mountain that overlooks a city, the dust that creeps and crawls through the forest and down the alleyways. It is the dust that wraps its bony hands around the throats of the damned ignorant enough to walk the streets, squeezing until the last heartbeat thrums. You are a detective in this city, a quaint area with little crime and a police force hopped up on Dunkin Donuts. But when a string of murders plagues the town, you are thrown on the case following cold leads and an ominous trail of dust. But one night, when you catch wind of a scream and follow it through the dark, you find a skeleton and the rest is history.