Orchid kembali ke Britania setelah 5 tahun lamanya ia pergi bersama bibi nya ke Perancis. kaka dan adiknya sudah berpencar mengenyam takdir mereka masing masing setelah Viscount Davi Louis bangkrut 3 tahun lalu dan kematian istrinya lah yang menjadi akhir dari kejayaannya sebagai bangsawan saat itu. 

Orchid tidak menyangka bahwa ia melewatkan pesakitan keluarganya, tapi dulu merekalah yang memohon pada orchid agar ia saja yang pergi saat itu dan dengan percaya dirinya kaka nya berucap bahwa orchid lah yang harus pergi karena masa depannya suram dan merupakan aib keluarga. 

Itulah patah hati pertama yang orchid alami oleh keluarganya sendiri.

Orchid kembali ke Britania setelah 5 tahun lamanya ia pergi bersama bibi nya ke Perancis. kaka dan adiknya sudah berpencar mengenyam takdir mereka masing masing setelah Viscount Davi Louis bangkrut 3 tahun lalu dan kematian istrinya lah yang menjadi akhir dari kejayaannya sebagai bangsawan saat itu. 

Orchid tidak menyangka bahwa ia melewatkan pesakitan keluarganya, tapi dulu merekalah yang memohon pada orchid agar ia saja yang pergi saat itu dan dengan percaya dirinya kaka nya berucap bahwa orchid lah yang harus pergi karena masa depannya suram dan merupakan aib keluarga. 

Itulah patah hati pertama yang orchid alami oleh keluarganya sendiri.

Don’t come closer.
I feel myself up with anxiety.
Our eyes reflected in yours.
You don’t have to hate me anymore.

Life is good when you don't face sudden changes. But when big decisions are made and trouble follows, then you might find a mountain out of a molehill.

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'My neighborhood was always quiet but there was something in this silence. I hear a clunk sound come from the living room and I move there, my heart beating awfully loud and fast. I didn't even know why I was scared. 
"Sniffles", I whisper. Reaching the living room it was dark and I reach the wall to turn on the lights. The lights came on before I could reach it. And a surprised shriek escape my lips'
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What would you do if you find the boy confirmed to be dead for five years, sitting in your living room? Freak out? Faint? Call the cops? Or would you go for the  'I must be hallucinating' phrase. 
 When Stephan Stones appears into Elizabeth's life again, she was left with two choices; to make him fall in love with her or be responsible for his non-existence. 
 Would the cocky rude playboy fall for the clutzy shy Elizabeth? Or is he forever damned to eternal death? 
 One thing is clear: Nothing will remain the same.

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'My neighborhood is always quiet but there was something in this silence. I hear a clunk sound come from the living room and I move there, my heart beating awfully loud and fast. I didn't even know why I was scared. 
"Sniffles", I whisper. Reaching the living room it was dark and I reach the wall to turn on the lights. The lights came on before I could reach it. And a surprised shriek escape my lips'
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What would you do if you find the boy confirmed to be dead for five years, sitting in your living room? Freak out? Faint? Call the cops? Or would you go for the 'I must be hallucinating' phrase?
 When Stephan Stones appears into Elizabeth's life again, she was left with two choices; to make him fall in love with her or be responsible for his non-existence. 
 Would the cocky rude playboy fall for the clutzy shy Elizabeth? Or is he forever damned to eternal death? 
 One thing is clear: Nothing will remain the same.

"Dianne walks into the room...it seems like it hasn't been opened for a long time. Cobwebs hang from the walls and a musty smell lingers about. There in the other corner of the room, a tall, dusty mirror leans against the wall..."
When Dianne finds a hidden room in the basement of her house, she discovers a mirror with a terrible secret. Will Dianne be able to escape the mirror's evil whispers?

After the death of her best friend and teammate, Evan, Rey is forced to live in the Panic Room--a mirrored room that forces you to face your fears. 
How can someone die twice?
And then Ethan comes along, and all of a sudden, Rey seems to be recovering from her grief. 
But Rey also knows that people don't come along unless they have something important. 
And Rey also knows the Game Mistress will never. let her off this easily...

After the death of her best friend and teammate, Evan, Rey is forced to live in the Panic Room--a mirrored room that forces you to face your fears. 
How can someone die twice?
And then Ethan comes along, and all of a sudden, Rey seems to be recovering from her grief. 
But Rey also knows that people don't come along unless they have something important. 
And Rey also knows the Game Mistress will never let her off this easily...
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'Like this present? Well, I've got more. Room 103. Be there...or be killed. Your choice. xoxo, Kayleigh'

3 kids and their parents well Adrian's parents but off of that they are young geniuses they can build anything they are good at architecture and mechanics engineering coding wiring, in general, they build anything they have an underground large facility (Den)
 Which has a Gaming room a living room a sleeping room a bathroom toy room and an experiment room also a pantry and a kitchen and a storage room with the last touch an experimental room oh already said it Oopsie


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"Hayden? You around?" I asked loudly, hoping maybe he was just sleeping or something. But there was no answer, the place was silent, aside from the faint sound pollution coming from the downtown hub.

Should I even be snooping around? I second guessed myself as my conscience weighed over me. I know it wasn't in my place to intrude, but he did hand over his house keys to me, which means he should have been ready for me to browse around, right? Well, it is easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission, I thought to myself as I continued to circle around the doors.

I hesitantly opened one of the doors to reveal grant bathroom that was much bigger and fancier than the one I showered in last time. The room was similar to the rest of the floor, where there were windows starting from the walls all the way across the ceiling, in fact, the only walls were on the same side as the door that I came through. I fully emersed myself into this beautiful and brightly lit bathroom, how does Hayden do his business here with literally no privacy? Surely, there were translucent curtains that neatly tucked away to the sides on the glass walls, but if you really wanted to see something, it wasn't that hard.

"He should be glad he lives on the top floor and that there's not many high rises around campus," I scoffed. There's no way I would be comfortable bathing naked fully out in the open like this, but I guess for someone like Hayden, this was no big deal.

The sink was probably the fanciest structure out of all, for it was located at the center of the room stretching vertically. I walked closer to inspect the entire sink, there were three rustic looking sinks in total built within a long table-top structure. It was much like an island you would see in bigger kitchens, but usually, sinks aren't placed in the middle of a bathroom. The three corresponding mirrors to each sink had incorporated strips of lighting around its edges. These same mirrors were supported by a single metal pole from the bottom of the mirrors connecting to the middle of the sink, where the mysterious looking tap is located. Upon further inspection, I realized that the sink was double-sided, both sides of the mirror were fully functioning along with the sink that was carved evenly on the island. In addition, the tap had sprouted water much like a fountain instead of a single stream, I sighed at this lavish detail, why was this even necessary?

I continued to browse the bathroom and walked behind the sink to meet a full standalone massage tub, stretched along the far glass walls across from the door I entered, the city view was directly visible from where I was standing. Further behind me to the right was a separate large shower space fitted perfectly to the side. Four or five people could probably shower there at the same time, not that it would happen, but that's how big the shower space was. Between the tub and the shower, folded towels upon towels among other bathroom essentials were placed neatly inside shelves of an aristocratic-looking cabinet that was twice as wide as my height.

I looked down to see a huge bath mat placed near the entrance where I came inside, and vaguely remembered that they felt like memory foam. Nevertheless, the entire floor was furnished in what was probably really expensive granite that ran across the room, they weren't tiles at all, the entire floor was smooth marble. The renovators must have put so much thought into this room, as there were strategically placed drains and small dents on the floor that helped to drain water if needed. The place was literally a giant bathroom within a bathroom, and how Hayden Whitehall manages to use this on a daily basis is beyond me.

After thoroughly inspecting the bathroom, I found myself getting curious next to the left wall that appeared to be darker than the rest of the brightly lighted glass walls. It was the only wall that was actually covered by the translucent, white curtains. So it was certainly to my surprise when I opened the curtains to see that the same glass wall was connected to Hayden's actual bedroom, and there was a connecting glass door between the two rooms. So it was to no one's surprise that I opened the door and walked into Hayden's room.

"Well, what do we have here?" I said out loud as I walked into Hayden's giant room. It was a similar structure compared to his bathroom with glass walls and ceilings all around except for the entrance, but nonetheless, it was a simplistic room.

The California King sized bed was placed in the middle of the room, which ironically is a personification of Hayden's actual ego. The bedding mostly consisted of navy blue and dark grey colours, and it certainly looked comfortable all around. Hayden also had a large office desk placed at the far wall, where large piles of paperwork and an expensive looking desktop computer were located. Further to the left of the room was a giant TV mounted over a stand, with various different gaming consoles and games laying around. Closer to the actual solid wall and was an open door which was a walk-in closet. Other than the notable furniture, Hayden Whitehall surprisingly had a simple room.

 I continued to walk around the room but eventually allowed myself to sit on Hayden's bed. It was memory foam, so it was to nobody's surprise that I would get any chance I get to at least try and sit on it. It was his fault that he allowed me inside his house anyway, I justified. 

"You know what, fuck him for not being here and making me wait," I said to myself as I fully laid down on the bed, my entire body slightly sinking as the soft bedding embraced me.

It was crazy to think that one man owned this entire two floors of living space, and to be honest nobody needs that much space anyway. But I had to admit, this place was beautiful and certainly makes the place so much homier than my initial impression of the place. I wonder if Hayden had enough lights to light up the room after sunset? He probably does, but it didn't matter, his bed was so comfy, and I didn't want to move at all.

And so I didn't move, I laid on his bed until I fell soundly asleep because I could.

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Sienna was dirt poor. 

Struggling to pay off her debts, every waking moment became an uphill battle between school and work. Until one fated opportunity is given to her by pure, dumb chance. Sienna decides it is the perfect timing to open her blabbermouth and initiate an argument with the notorious Hayden Whitehall. 

Unexpectedly, she is deceived and unwillingly dragged into the dramatic lifestyle of the elite and powerful and chosen as a candidate for The Chrysalis Project - a top-secret transformation program operated by the institution to turn commoners with troubled pasts into the elites' "playthings". In her attempts to uncover the truth, Sienna slowly grows more affectionate towards the same man that had placed her in the midst of chaos in the first place. 

There is more to the turn of events than it may appear, and soon Sienna will uncover that the real enemy is perhaps not Hayden Whitehall, but other powerful forces in play.


Claudius. The monster who'd kidnapped Katelina, attacked her, tried to kill her.
And this was his house?
Jorick laid a reassuring hand on her arm. "Yes, but you don't need to worry, little one. He's dead. You saw it yourself." He came to a stop in the middle of the room and gave her a reassuring smile. "This was his 'Summer Home', or his retreat. Whenever he got bored he'd come here, sometimes only for days and sometimes for years at a time. He usually brought most of his coven and a host of friends."
Jorick shone the light around the cavernous entrance hall. Katelina did the same. The beams bounced off of polished marble floors and huge crystal chandeliers. Formidable white columns rose to the ridiculously high ceiling, their bases flanked in gold. A matching pair of curving staircases, garishly carpeted in red, sat at the far end of the room, connected by a balcony that ran the width of the hall.
"Holy shit," Katelina muttered. "This is like something on TV."
"Yes, a bit clich¨¦. Claudius enjoyed that. He had a flair for drama but he lacked originality. I'm sure you've noticed that in his other dens."
"The one Kateesha took over was different."
Jorick smirked. "Maybe to you, but it's classic subterranean dungeon den."
Katelina bit her lip to keep from commenting that he sounded like something from a twisted version of the Home and Garden Network: "Stylish Crypts of the Undead." She was sure that could be a catchy show.
"Shall we?" he asked again, and again she nodded. He led her between the staircases and through a set of French doors. Inside, a wall of mirrors and shot their light back at them. Large glimmering chandeliers hung from the high, carved ceiling to catch the refracted light and throw it around, illuminating a giant ballroom; complete with parquet floor and suits of armor at strategic intervals. A bank of French doors graced the farthest wall and led out onto what was probably a veranda. The wall opposite the mirrors was painted in complicated murals, depicting strange scenes that looked familiar, yet skewed. 
Katelina caught her breath as she stared at the murals, but Jorick only chuckled. "I told you he wasn't very imaginative." He pointed to the wall. "There's Adam and Eve and Lilith, if you even believe in that story." 
She followed his gesture to see a man and woman holding a blood red apple, while a beautiful vampiress stared at them from behind a twisted tree. Katelina' eyes locked with the painted eyes of the vampiress. The mural was almost disturbing in its clarity and the illusion of reality made her shiver. "Wasn't Lilith supposed to be Adam's first wife or something like that?"
"Yes, something like that." Jorick snorted in contempt. "You'll find she's very popular among some of the Old Ones. At one time it was believed she was the Great Mother of the vampire race. I find it all a bit ridiculous myself."
She tore her eyes away from the painting and looked at Jorick. The reflected light splashed across half of his face and left the other half in deep shadow; half dark, half light, much the way she sometimes thought of him. "You don't believe in God, do you?" 
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his voice bitter. "I don't deny that God may exist but, if he does, he does not protect my kind."
She cocked her head to one side and studied him. "Why? If God created everything, then he created vampires. Why would you be any more eternally damned than the rest of us?"
A smile stretched across his full lips, though it held no mirth. "And why would God create a vampire?" Before she could answer he added, "Let's not stand here quoting old legends. Come, I want to check the cellars. With Claudius dead, there's a chance that rogues may be nesting here. I have no doubt that Kale will eventually take possession of this den."
"Why would he?"
Jorick seemed to choose his words. "When Kateesha killed Claudius it became her property, and when she died it should have gone to the vampire who claimed her heart. Since it was agreed that no one claimed the coven, that means no one claimed her possessions. As you know, Kale collected up most of the vampires that were left from her coven, and as he used to belong to Claudius, I imagine he will eventually claim all of Claudius' property. Though I doubt he plans to start trouble, I'd rather he gain no new followers."
"Is that why we're here?" 
"One reason."
Her eyes narrowed. "And what's the other?"
He winked. "To explore, of course. How many mansions have you been in?"
They made their way to the wall of mirrors and stopped at a calculated spot. Jorick ran his hand along the wall, as if feeling for something. Suddenly, a look of satisfaction filled his eyes and the mirror sprang aside to reveal a dark, narrow stairway. "You'll notice the dramatics again."
He led the way down the stairs and Katelina followed, cringing. Despite Jorick's cheerful cellar, she had a general superstition of dark underground rooms, and the suggestion of "nesting rogues" didn't help.
The gloom in the cellar seemed thicker than the darkness upstairs and their flashlight beams seemed narrower. Jorick stopped at the foot of the stairs and sniffed before he plunged forward. The stone room was large and filled with ten plain smooth coffins. "For his personal army," Jorick explained. "In case of attack they'd be killed first."
She nodded and flashed her light around, uncovering a doorway that sat in the farthest wall. Jorick led her to it, still sniffing, and they found themselves in another room that held ten more coffins. Their corners were reinforced with silver and shining silver crosses decorated the lids.
"For the rest of the coven and the guests." Jorick pointed to doors that flanked either side of the room. "As are those. He could house quite a few, it appears."
He checked the side rooms while Katelina added up how many vampires had been living off and on just a stone's throw from her hometown. The numbers made her shiver.
With the rooms checked, Jorick led her through the last doorway. The third room was different from the others. Instead of simple stone, the walls were hung with heavy crosses. In the center was a large carved dais, resembling an altar. On it sat an intricate coffin made of a dark shiny wood and accented with gold. Surrounding it were five coffins that, though ornate, looked plain when compared to the one in the center. One of the five was on a smaller platform, directly in front of the elaborate affair, while the others sat on the floor, two on each side.
"That would be Claudius'." Jorick indicated the largest, though he needn't have bothered. He pointed to the smaller dais. "That would be Arowenia's, and I imagine those belonged to his three personal servants and Troy, who I'm certain you'll remember." Though the words were flip, both his bitter tone and tight jaw proved they weren't meant to be.
Katelina shuddered at the mention of Troy's name and evil memories flashed through her mind. She wasn't surprised that he spent his time lurking in a dark basement.
"It's more theatrical," Jorick commented to her thoughts. "Claudius couldn't be a 'proper' vampire with a bedroom, now could he?" He gave her a teasing wink, then turned serious. "However, it appears that someone else has decided to set up shop, as I suspected."
 "Where?" She turned a panicked circle, expecting a vampire to leap from the shadows.
"They're gone at the moment." Despite his words, he tightened his grip on her hand. He drew in a deep breath through his nose. "There are three. Two males and a female. It's no one I recognize, which may or may not be good."
She started to ask how he knew, but the answer was obvious. Of course he could smell them. Why not?




Joleene Naylor is the author of the glitter-less Amaranthine vampire universe, a world where vampires aren't for children. Comprised of a main series, a standalone prequel, and several short story collections, she has plans to continue expanding with a trilogy and standalone novels. 
In her spare time, Joleene is a freelance book cover designer and for-fun photographer. She maintains several blogs, full of odd ramblings, and occasionally updates her website at JoleeneNaylor.com. In what little time is left, she watches anime, plays PokemonGo, and works on her crooked Victorian house in Villisca, Iowa. Between her husband, family, and pets, she is never lonely, in fact, quite the opposite. Should she disappear, one might look for her on a beach in Tahiti, sipping a tropical drink and wearing a disguise. 

Pulled into a world of darkness, Katelina's fate becomes intertwined with that of Jorick, a dark, enigmatic vampire. To stay by his side, she must navigate intrigue, terror and bloodshed as they are drawn from one battle to another. Dreams of peace seem elusive, and are complicated by mysterious vampires, old relics, and an ancient master. Join Katelina and Jorick in a world where vampires don't sparkle and night is eternal.

At the School of the Afterlife, mirrors had a special meaning; each mirror represented a person and hid a memory. The scene before him shocked Chen Ge. He had been at the school for so long and had not seen much mirrors. It turned out that all of them had been hidden there. "Mirrors represent memories, and memories hide one's secrets. The door pusher has been spying on everyone's past."
The door had the same color as the wall; they practically were one and the same. With the reports covering the outer wall, after the death of the door pusher, no one would expect such a room to exist behind the wall of shame.
"This door pusher had a unique hobby. The despair behind the door twisted him, or he gave up on himself and opened his arms to embrace the abyss." Chen Ge was curious about every door pusher, and the School of the Afterlife's door pusher was the only dead door pusher, so he was worth studying.
"Keep close to me." Chen Ge dragged Xu Yin into the hidden room.
"I'm not lying to you. This is the headmaster's office that you wished to come to. The door pusher is the school's owner, and this room is the most hidden room in the school." The doll argued for his innocence, but Chen Ge's attention was distracted by the things inside the room. He did not notice the doll's change. The room was not big. It had no windows, and the only point of connection to the outside world was the door.
"This is the most suffocating room I've ever been in." Bai Qiulin carried the mirror, but he did not follow Chen Ge. He only took a glance and shook his head. "Trapping oneself inside a room filled with mirrors, looking at one's reflection always, even a Specter would rarely decide to do something like that."
"Don't underestimate these mirrors." Chen Ge picked up the broken mirrors on the ground carefully. He held the piece before his eyes, but the reflection was not his own. The mirror was empty; it looked strange and rather pitiful. "The School of the Afterlife is different from other scenarios, and one of the reasons is the existence of these mirrors. Regardless, the secret behind them should be found in this room."
There was barely anywhere to stand in the room; the mirrors and their pieces overlapped over each other, reflecting one another. It was like the school's consciousness above their head, everyone's memory and consciousness overlapping together.
"I've led you to the headmaster's office, so that should prove to you my sincerity." The doll pulled on Chen Ge's clothes to have Chen Ge look at him.
"Hmm." That was Chen Ge's only reply. He was attracted by one of the mirrors in the corner of the room. Most of the mirrors in the room were broken, with irregular edges and blood or stain on their surfaces, but the mirror at the edge was perfectly preserved. It gave off a faded red light, and blood streamed down its surface like something was trying to come out.
"Whose mirror could this be? From the appearance, it looks like a girl's mirror. Could it be Chang Wenyu's?" Chen Ge was suddenly reminded of a problem. If there was a mirror that corresponded to every student in the school, was it possible that Zhang Ya's mirror was there as well?
Shaking his head, Chen Ge pushed this thought out of his mind. Zhang Ya had already killed the door pusher, so why would she leave her mirror behind? With that in mind, Chen Ge's curiosity grew. "Xu Yin, go and get that mirror."
Chen Ge caught the doll, afraid that this was part of his conspiracy. So, to be careful, he would not have the doll have any contact with anything in the room. Listening to Chen Ge's order, Xu Yin walked to the corner, but once he stepped on the mirrors on the ground, all the mirrors started to bleed. Cracks formed, and the mirrors were like mouths that opened up to consume Xu Yin.
"Come back!" Chen Ge yelled. Once Xu Yin stopped, the mirrors in the room slowly returned to normal. Chen Ge felt a tug on his shirt, he turned back to see a new line had appeared on the doll.
"Once you touch the mirrors, the school's consciousness will target you. What happened earlier was a warning."
"I can only look at them but not touch them?"
"Not really. The warning should only work on Red Specters. If it's just a normal lingering spirit, the reaction won't be so intense."
"What if it's a living person?" Chen Ge returned the doll to Xu Yin. "The door pusher and the school's consciousness would not have expected a living person to enter this room. When I picked up a broken mirror earlier, it did not react at all."
"I have no clue…"
Chen Ge stopped asking for the doll's opinion. With a careful step, he moved into the room. Like he expected, nothing changed.
"Xu Yin, guard right there, and don't move."
Moving slowly forward, Chen Ge was stepping on the pile of broken mirrors. "Sorry for the offense." Every mirror held a memory, so Chen Ge apologized in advance to make himself feel better. Lowering his head to look, this place was like a mirror cemetery.
"Only the mirror in the corner has blood flowing on its surface. Whose mirror could it be?" Chen Ge already possessed the painter's mirror, but that information came from a non-smiler, so it could not be trusted fully. Chen Ge could trip easily from the pieces underneath his feet. Being injured was a small thing; Chen Ge did not wish to break the mirrors. He slowly moved his body, and it took him a minute to reach the corner. He squatted down to study the mirror before him. This mirror was different from the others. When he saw the mirror, more blood appeared on the surface like this was not a mirror but a beating heart.
"There is something inside the mirror." Chen Ge used his Yin Yang Vision and realized that the mirror covered in blood was reflecting the room that he was in. Inside the enclosed place littered with broken mirrors, a man in a red shirt was squatting in the corner looking at a girl's mirror with extreme focus.
"Wait a minute! This scene is similar to what…" Chen Ge prepared to retreat when the man in the corner suddenly turned around. The man looked eighty percent like Chen Ge, and the scary thing was that his facial features were still changing, becoming more and more like Chen Ge's.
"A scapegoat?" Chen Ge was still moving back when the man in the mirror screamed. He pulled madly at his face, until he dug pieces of flesh out like the face represented extreme tragedy.
As the man in the mirror went mad, a loud voice came from outside the corridor. Then Chen Ge heard the old headmaster. "Chen Ge! Something is wrong with the school's consciousness! The eye is bleeding!"


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

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