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What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

Loving You Baby, It's My Heaven


Posted on August 02, 2018 by Adelaide Claire LaBelle
Residences

There was so much that a lavish life could provide, there was no denying this truth. She would never say that she had ever felt the pressures that came with wondering what might happen, where her next meal might come from. The French woman born of noble heritage had only ever needed to worry about what it was that she wanted. And perhaps, had she taken to such a shallow and empty life teeming with wealth and social status, she might have never dreamt of having so much more, might never had dared to think that there was something more beyond those constantly guarded gates of the LaBelle Estate. Her stomach was always full, and she'd only ever had custom clothes tailored to fit her ever so perfectly. All the finest silks, the highest quality foods and wines, it hadn't taken long for the naïve little girl, whose real dreams had yet to be realized, to piece together the power that her mother and father wielded. Adelaide had learned from an early age that if one had the money and the means, there was little to nothing that couldn't be purchased or manipulated. The world was so driven by currency, by where it was that one stood in society, and most on the outside of those gates and concrete walls would have thought the girl to be among the most fortunate of souls. If it was the most expensive of educations that she desired, she would have it. If there was anything material that she craved, whether it be the finest dressage horse to simply ride for the pleasure of it or the newest sports car that would have heads turning as she drove down the beautiful and crowded streets of Paris, it would be hers in a matter of moments without a doubt. That was one thing that her mother and father had shown her. There was nothing that they would not get for her so that she was happy. Oh, how envious the other children less fortunate had been as they watched the dark-haired girl have everything given to her the second that she decided she might fancy something. Ah, but in the end, what they never saw was just how quickly the growing girl came to grow bored of these things. In time, all the extravagant gifts that her parents and their affiliates would flatter her with, dote upon her in an almost unrelenting way that it should be shameful, they meant nothing. They were just as empty as a summer night without the stars to shine in the sky,.

Most would have been blinded by the easiness that came with everything that the dark-haired woman had been born into. If anything, they might have abused such a gift, a power to want something on no more than the most fleeting of fancies and make it theirs with hardly a word or wave of one's hand. And goodness knows she'd witnessed such gluttony first-hand. Her father had gorged himself on the wealth that was so tied to the LaBelle name, so caught up in just how little he had to work for anything and everything that he desired in that one singular moment. She'd seen it in those around him, how they would almost always be arriving to meet the nobleman in the newest and most expensive cars and limousines and heard it in how they would brag about the newest business they'd purchased with hopes of driving the locally owned competition out of the area or perhaps how they'd just invested in the most promising of Autre Que Pur Sang horses to compete in the Auteuil Hippodrome and carious other world-renowned steeplechase courses all across the world. They were always looking to increase their monetary status by any means, and it was this sheer selfishness that perhaps had played but one part of why it was that Adelaide could hardly stand the thought of just how easily it might be for her to do as she so pleased even here in Sacrosanct, so many miles away from the corruption that she'd grown up seeing in those around her. As she grew older and wiser, as she saw the turmoil of what her father had always referred to as "the lesser world", it was only the water of that seed planted within her heart that would blossom into a fierce disdain for the man. And blossom it most certainly did, when that afternoon came where she'd ventured into the library those years ago and uncovered what it was that she truly wanted in this world. It was the one thing that all the riches and precious metals, all the diamonds and pretty things could never afford: happiness. Only when she'd fallen in love with the world that she'd never seen, discovering those dreams of seeing all the wonders and secrets of the world, had she come to realize just how empty the life she had really was.

No sooner than she felt as though her eyes had finally opened to what she once thought she'd seen and understood did the French woman find the wild and fiery spirit awakened within herself, and that was when she knew that she was meant for something more than what her world gave her. That was the spark that ignited the flames of her defiance that had gotten her fat from the controlling confines of her father and his wealthy estate. It had been the driving force behind the rebellion that led her here of all places in the world she could have gone to, and in the end, it had led her to Taylor. Not a day had ever passed the French woman by that she regretted her decision to leave the comforts of those rolling hills of France, but now that she had the love of an man that did not care in the least for the upbringing she'd endured, not even blinking an eye at the past she never tried for even a single moment to hide from him, Adelaide could not feel more certain that this was where she was meant to be â€" in Taylor's arms, lost in the warmth of his embrace and surrounded by all that he was now and would become. Wherever they went, whatever it was that might call them, they would stand together side by side for every step of the way. She knew without an inkling of a doubt that she would divide heaven and earth for him, and for the life that she wanted for both herself and the roguishly handsome man that would forever hold her wild heart. Oh, the dreams that she had for them! The places that they would go, the things that they would see together, many of them surely for the very first time on her part... The more that she thought of their future, the faster her heart would beat within her breast, hardly able to contain that excitement and pure desire to do anything and everything she needed to so that they could make those wistful wanderings into a breathtaking reality they would one day be able to look back on with all the love and wonder that left her enraptured from one moment to the next. Gods, how she could never fill her days enough with the adventures that they might chase after together. And to think of the hell that they could rise with the poor, almost unfortunate Englishman who was surely hoping that Adelaide would have satisfied her wanderlust in a week's time when in all actuality it would only drive it deeper into the young woman. Even as she and Taylor lay there within the ever so tempting comforts of their fort forged in pillows and passion, she was all too certain that things would never be the same again. They were standing there on the precipice of something amazing, and she would be damned if anyone or anything might dare to try and stop them.

She loves the way that his hand brushes against her face, the way that he smiles down to her as he tells her that he looked forward the adventures that awaited them. It has Adelaide all but sighing wistfully as she dreams of the day where they could just stay locked away in his apartment for days with their phones and the television off as they simply reveled in the nearness of one another. That was for another time, though. They begin to move, though it was the dark-haired woman that is first to make her way out of their shelter, Taylor making it difficult not to rejoin him as he rolls onto his back and tenor tones told her that she already looked perfect. It was the reaction and reply to her own remark that has an impish smile dancing across her lips as he says exactly what she expected for him to, a soft and lilted note of laughter trickling over her gently parted lips as she watches the man finally get to his feet and throw on those discarded clothes."I thought you might say that", she purrs playfully to him then in reply. They go about getting ready, the dark-haired woman hardly missing the way that he looks over to her from the bedroom as he gathered his things, eyes of glittering sage hardly able to stay off the man as he brings her a hair tie only to disappear into the bedroom again and reappear dressed. As she's playing idly with her long, dark hair and lifts a brow at the words plastered onto the fabric, his words only have that impish smile shifting into something daring and coy."To say I might is certainly a bold statement, mon amour", she teases effortlessly back, knowing entirely too well that if she wanted it, he would hardly deny her the chance to wear it. The shirt is almost immediately forgotten for the time being though when he asked if she was ready. Oh, there were no words to justify just how ready she truly was. She exits the apartment and waits patiently for him to fasten the bags just so, sage eyes admiring unabashedly the way the muscle in his strong arms flexed as they were made to move. Graciously taking the helmet and arranging it precisely onto her head, she watches as he throws his legs over the machine, turning the ignition and revving the Harley with a grin on his chiseled features. His words have her eyes dancing with excitement as she takes his offered hand and settles into place behind him, just where she wanted to belong for the rest of her days.

Taylor kicks up the stand and, after a few more revs, Adelaide wraps her arms around his waist and soon they are in motion. There was something about the roar of that Harley, the feeling of his strong back as she leaned carefully into him as they made their way through the streets of the city, the way that the wind brushed against her face and filled her lungs that has her exhilarated. Her heart is racing wildly within her breast when they reach the city limits, leaving behind the tall buildings and skyscrapers for the clean air beyond all the noise and cramped streets. She is unable to keep the light-hearted laughter silent as a radiant smile illuminates her features while they went faster, hardly paying any heed to the cars that they passed by."I will never tire of this", she says brightly into his ear, allowing for her slender hands to brush against his defined abdomen simply because she couldn't help but want to feel him. The sheer freedom as they made their way to who knows where, there was simply nothing sweeter to the dark-haired woman than this. Well, almost nothing. She looks to the changing landscape, watching as the buildings grew smaller and few in numbers, knowing well that by now they had left the outermost borders of the city far behind them. Everything that sage eyes so full of that wild spirit touched, she was seeing for the very first time. She had yet to venture beyond Sacrosanct, and as they drive further onward, she feels a childish glee that threatens to burst from her chest, unable to help the eagerness that has her almost impatient for them to reach their first destination that only Taylor knew. She wants to know where it was that he was taking her, wanted to see what it was they would become their first adventure together, their newest memory in the making, and yet she does not ask â€" not yet. She wanted to be surprised. It takes more than it should for the woman to remain silent, simply watching as the landscape shifted and the road wound and weaved through the hills and endless fields, the number of cars on the now two-lane highway becoming fewer and fewer as they drove on. This was what she had been wanting for so long, and now, she was going to be living it with the one that she wanted to share everything with for the rest of their days that they would have together.

Adelaide Claire LaBelle
i'm the hero of my own story; don't need a knight in shining armor
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