Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen



Under a canvas of azure sky and billowing white clouds, a little red helicopter was cutting through the air, seemingly without a care in the world. It was a picture-perfect day until a sneaky gust of wind came out of nowhere, sending the aircraft into a wild, ny-degree arc.

In the blink of an eye, the helicopter was nosediving towards the nearest island!

Screams echoed throughout the control room and across the beach where Sylvia and Hobson Miller were sunbathing, their eyes wide with terror.

But just as the helicopter was about to kiss the sandy beach, it swerved sharply and shot back into the sky, gliding smoothly once again.

A collective sigh of relief was breathed around all people.

Meanwhile, inside the chopper, Eileen eyed her co-pilot, Egbert, with a mix of annoyance and disbelief. "Everyone's freaking out, and you're just sitting there all calm? What's wrong with you?"

Egbert gave her a sidelong glance and asked coolly, "Scared of what?"

Eileen didn't answer. Instead, her eyes darted around mischievously before she decided to dive the aircraft into a cloud bank, and then she playfully aimed it towards the ocean once again.

Sylvia and Hobson were back on the beach, their hearts leaping into their throats. "Not again!"

Back in the control room, the director and the assistant director were on the verge of a collective heart attack.

Eileen pouted, dissatisfaction written all over her face. "This is no fun."

Egbert remained as serene as ever, sitting in the co-pilot's seat. After a brief silence, his voice tinged with annoyance, he asked, "Did you emphasize taking me on this trip just to scare me?"

Eileen's eyes shifted guiltily, and she scratched her head, trying to deflect. "No, why would I scare you? I'm a good person, you know."

"Hmph," Egbert snorted, dropping the subject.

The vast expanse of sea and sky stretched out endlessly before them. From high above, the world seemed to be at their feet.

Eileen had been joyfully piloting the helicopter for over two hours when the assistant director reminded her that they were running low on fuel. Reluctantly, she landed the chopper and handed it back to the captain.noveldrama

Over the next few days, Eileen took to the skies whenever she could, sometimes with Egbert, other times with Sylvia or Hobson. She even offered to take the assistant director up, but fearing she might toss him out mid-flight, he firmly declined.

For five more days, the four celebrities lived on the deserted island, which had become a sort of paradise under Eileen's influence. They had a sturdy shelter, plenty of food drying in the sun, and leisure time filled with card games, chess, and so on.

By setting traps in the morning and evening, they had an ample supply of seafood at their disposal. When they tired of fish, they would invent new dishes with the fruits they found on the island, including Eileen's signature dish - roasted bugs. Crunchy and high in protein, even the skeptics had to admit they were surprisingly tasty.

On the ninth day, the production team announced that the adventure was over, and it was time to head back home. Although they arrived with just a suitcase each, they left with bags full of island souvenirs and local delicacies.

Back on the plane, Eileen reunited with Aurora and Calvert, whom she hadn't seen in nearly a week. The seating arrangement was three boys together and three girls together, with Sylvia in the middle of their row. She glanced at Aurora and asked casually, "Ms. Bell, are you feeling better now?"

Aurora didn't respond, turning her head away and pretending to sleep.

Sylvia was speechless and embarrassed.

Eileen then chimed in lazily, "Sylvia, we're just simple folk straight from a deserted island; we've got no business talking to the likes of the distinguished Ms. Bell. Look at her, with her onyx necklace, pearl earrings, and those fancy leather heels. She's dressed like she's just come from a funeral. Clearly, she's not in the mood for chitchat."

Sylvia couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Aurora, hearing Eileen's words, trembled with anger but managed to hold her tongue, avoiding a confrontation.

Their journey wasn't direct. After more than ten hours of flying, they had to transfer at Frostsglow airport. They were supposed to have just an hour layover, but then an unexpected thunderstorm hit, delaying all flights.

The airport descended into chaos at the announcement of the delay. The production team negotiated with the airport staff and returned to inform the celebrities, "Let's retire to a nearby hotel for the moment. It's getting late and we could all benefit from some rest. The airport will notify us when the flights resume."

Despite their grumbling, the group had no choice but to follow the plan. But when they reached the hotel, they found that the sudden influx of stranded passengers had left no vacancy. After much ado, the production team managed to secure only three rooms.

"There are over thirty of us, including the crew and guests, not to mention all the luggage," the director said. "Let's prioritize the guests. We'll give two rooms to the six of them, and they can manage as best they can. The remaining room will go to the female staff and luggage. The male staff can rest in the lobby."

Eileen spoke up against the special treatment, "Don't worry about us. Let's just divide the rooms fairly by gender and give everyone a chance to rest." The director was taken aback by her suggestion, but Aurora protested, "I refuse to stay with the staff."

Eileen's gaze turned icy as she retorted, "If you don't want to stay, then get lost."

Aurora bristled but remained silent.

Sylvia supported Eileen's sentiment, "Back in the day, when we were shooting on location in tough conditions, actors and crew would all huddle together in a rest area, grabbing whatever sleep we could, without even changing our clothes. It's about being considerate. Who knows, the rain might stop soon, and it's not like you're being asked to stay forever."

Aurora, already annoyed with Sylvia, wondered who this woman thought she was to be lecturing her. With a cold tone, she declared, "I refuse!" Eileen spoke up directly to the production team, "She's opting out. That's perfect. Just assign an extra crew member to our room." "You..." Aurora glared at Eileen.

Eileen turned to face Aurora, her voice icy, "Remember what you said. You're not staying, and if you do, you'll be eating crow!" Aurora was speechless.

Thanks to Eileen's leadership, the room assignments were settled - seven people per room, with each room having three beds. That meant two people had to share a bed, and one would have to make do with a sleeping bag on the floor. This arrangement left everyone with a spot, except for Aurora.

After everyone was settled with their room arrangements, they prepared to head upstairs.

Just then, outside the hotel, a sudden explosion rang out. This was followed by the thunderous sound of gunfire!

In an instant, the hotel lobby plunged into chaos as screams echoed from all directions. The glass doors of the hotel shattered as a mob brandishing machine guns and dressed in mismatched military gear burst in. As they sprayed bullets, they surged forward, shouting, "Nobody move!"

Egbert, seeing the commotion, immediately reached for Eileen's hand, trying to pull her behind him for protection.

But with eyes sharp as ice, Eileen slipped out of Egbert's grasp like an eel and leaped forward. She scooped up a crying little girl who had been knocked over in the center of the lobby. Holding the girl tightly, she rolled behind a column for cover.

Egbert frowned deeply, looking in Eileen's direction.

Eileen, clutching the little girl, shook her head at Egbert.

It was April 27th, a day of torrential rain.

In the Republic of Frostsglow, an internal uprising erupted.

At 7:21 PM, key transport hubs within Frostsglow, including airports, train stations, and seaports, fell under the control of the rebels.