The wealthiest group alive on earth, their families are very wealthy and friends with each other since they were born. They were raised together and they did everything together.
Stelina left Hawkins to cali when she was 11 years old, she knew everyone and had a huge crush on Steve, but that was a secret only her siblings: Billy and Max mayfield knew.
Three years after the death of Steve Harrington’s first love, Olivia Holt, he hasn’t been the same. Even though he tries to keep up his usual charm and positive attitude around the group, a part of him has been lost ever since.
This story is about a girl who was sent to a rectory by her father “to help out the sisters” when in reality, he sent her here to see some change in her attitude.
The Limit group was a circle of wealthy teens whose parents had been close long before they were born. Because of that bond, they grew up side-by-side, sharing the same homes, the same memories, and the same experiences. Over the years, they became more than just friends—they became a chosen family, moving through life together with a loyalty that felt unbreakable.
Your father sent you to a rectory connected to the church that he used to live in when he was your age. He sent you there to help out the sisters that he grown old with but also to have some change in your demeanor. Ever since your parents divorced, you remained to yourself, no personal parent talk with them or anything. It was like strangers living under the same roof; though you all loved each other dearly but that divorced had a huge impact on you.
Stella Harrington, Steve Harrington’s sister who’s one year younger than him—she’s been apart of the group since her brother introduced her, but never was ever apart of the activities that include going to the upside down, she’s more of to herself but always helps out her friends when they are in need of help.
Feared in the underworld and revered in high society, the Quinces stand as one of the wealthiest—and most dangerous—dynasties in existence. Their power is a quiet, suffocating presence, the kind that whispers through back-alley deals and echoes in the halls of their marble estates.
The chapel bell rings pulling you out of your imagination, staring out your room window, that you moved in three days ago. It’s now December 24, Christmas Eve. I was brought to this rectory because my father thought it would be helpful for me to help out the sisters. Though I knew he sent me here so I can change my attitude. Today was the day we finally get to meet father charlie. Considering the fact that they waited for 4 months just to see him and greet him, he seems like a higher one. L