Sagedonahue Stories

Alistair Caldwell X Oc Rook Van Doren X Oc AUGUSTA KELLY Has always lived in the shadows. Determined to change her fate, she travels to Oregon ... specifically Ponderosa Springs. But when unlikely circumstances land her in a cursed dorm, her fate is already decided as the town's next tragedy. ALISTAIR CALDWELL Grew up as the black sheep of his family. Always the second choice. Born only as a provision for his older brother, resentment and anger rot inside him until his fists become the only way he knows how to solve problems. JOSEPHINE DE HOLT Hid her pain behind a smile. She never meant to become the center of attention ... she just wanted to survive college and leave the hell that was Ponderosa Springs. But after being branded as part of the "curse," Josephine becomes the town's newest obsession. ROOK VAN DOREN Knew exactly how to play his role: the rebellious son, the reckless one, the Pyro. People called him all sorts of names, though none landed as painfully as his father's fists. Beneath the chaos and arrogance, Rook lives buried in guilt, convinced he deserves every ounce of pain he went through. Once the girls begin digging too deeply into the mystery of the disappeared girls, their paths collide with the Hollow Boys. And now they know far too much to be let go.

𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑫𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑳 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑰𝑵. 𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑫𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑳 and 𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑨 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑬 are two sides of the same rusted razor wire sharp, dangerous, and destined to draw blood upon contact. They do not meet in soft confessionals or candlelit rooms of redemption; they find each other where the rot is deepest, where the shadows breed, and where the unforgivable acts are whispered. Their attraction is not a choice; it is the final, magnetic pull of two utterly ruined objects. It took a single, chemical touch, an electric jolt that shocked life back into the numbness and one devastating cross of their eyes for the hunt to begin again. The game is primal, familiar: Hunter and Prey, but this time, the stakes are not merely ownership. This time, Aurora Donahue wants to watch the world burn. She is done with grief; she only accepts the cleansing fire. The death of her twin, Rosemary Donahue, was not a tragedy; it was the corrosive foundation for a devastating legacy of ruin. When Rosemary was lost, her sisters, Sage and Aurora, didn't just grieve they went feral, leaving only silence and ash in their wake. After three missing months, Aurora was found, not broken, but consecrated: numb on sedatives, her wrists etched with self-inflicted truths, her eyes holding the terrifying knowledge of what happened on the banks of the cold river. Alistair sees the wreckage and is instantly, lethally addicted. The compliant girl he once sought to control is gone, replaced by a vengeful force, a thing of horrifying beautiful lust and pure destructive hunger. He doesn't merely realize something is wrong; he understands that the wreckage is meant for him, and he claims i