It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start, echoing around the world like a dreadful reminder. Anyone, human or not, who heard the screams of pain and terror would know that once again, The Event had started. Routines were the same everywhere. Mothers would usher their children into their homes, whether big or small, while fathers and father figures alike would silently protect and pray; pray that The Even never hit their towns or came near their families. Children under twelve years of age would be left curious, once again wondering about what had caused the shrill screams and why. If above the age of twelve, children would join their fathers in praying silently in their hearts; for they knew the consequences of The Event. But there was always one category of people that prayed the most, hoped the hardest, and worried constantly. During The Event, one could often find females, between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one sitting in corners, surrounded by those who would give their lives to protect them. Tears would be rolling down their cheeks as even their screwed shut eyes leaked them. Most would bite their lip in order to contain sobs, so hard that often, there were also small, thin streams of the dark liquid tumbling down their chins. The terror they felt, naked and strong on their faces, made it hard for anyone to lay their eyes on the females during The Event. They had everything to fear, because they were the ones being hunted. It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start. And then, at precisely midnight, the screams would silence immediately, letting the world know that The Event was over for the moment. Everyone knew that, somewhere, a girl between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one had been taken, and would never be seen again in history. This time, that unlucky girl just happened to be me.

❝How many times do I have to tell you?" she whispered, feeling the tears collect at the corners of her eyes. "I'm ugly, I'm disgusting, I'm the girl who everyone screams at when they see the other half of her face - I made babies cry and I made crowds of people scream and I'm a mess, I'm a - a - beast." He tried to ignore the pain that slit his chest apart. "How many times do I have to tell you?" he murmured quietly, stroking away the tears that rolled down her cheeks. "That you're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on?❞ ❊❊❊ A girl who is afraid of her own reflection, A boy who is afraid of spilling his truths, A story that can mend broken hearts. ❊❊❊

Book Two of TGGBB Series Naomi Lorraine, who used to be or still known as Nerdy Naomi, looks forward in her thick rimmed glasses to a life without the fear of being bullied. She no longer has to take up the laughs, insults, and bruises high school once gave her, at least she hopes not as much. With her bullies finally realizing there's no point to dedicating their lives to make one person miserable, Naomi thinks she can live out the rest of her life normally. That is until her childhood friend, Dominic, crashes back into her life, throwing out that hope of having a normal life- Not like she had one in the beginning. That is because she has the Three Musketeers -Bennett Frazier, Jordan Wallace, and Declan Lynch- by her side. Together, they faced the adventures life threw at them and would have never thought that anything, or anyone, could break them. Oh, but don't worry. Really, you're overthinking things here. This is nothing to stress over about. It's still quite simple really. She's still their good girl. And they're still her bad boys. Right?

✨This is about the Zodiacs as humans! ^~^✨ Stories, Scenarios, Squads, Annoying Notes, and Emojis! Libra: AND PINK FLUFFYYYYY UNICORNSSSS!!!! Gemini: Calm down Libra! Aries: MWHAHAHAHA I AM THE RULER OF THIS BOOK!!! Leo: What if...... Aries was a.... Goat! Virgo: Welcome everyone to LEO LOGIC! Cancer: um... Hi I guess...... Scorpio: Hello Cancer <3 Pisces: Grrrrrrr Cans... Is.... MINE Aquarius: Leoooo!! Taurus is trying to kill me with chocolate ice cream! Taurus: *ahem* It's the almighty chocolate ice cream Sagi: Um.... Okayyyyy.... Guess ya readers can just.... Enjoy the book....

My name's Rubye Chandler. But I haven't been called that ever since I got my hands on the unsolved Rubik's Cube on my teacher's desk in kindergarten. Now I'm called Rubix. I'm the heart-throb of the school, almost every guy in school claims they're in love with me, almost. The only problem is who will have me? But that problem ended when someone said: "Let's handle this like gentlemen. Whoever can beat Rubix at her own game, can rightfully claim her his." No way I'm going to let my dignity and record taken away without a fight, with a record of 7.26 seconds. I'm confident no one will beat me, and that I can live off being single the rest of high school. But the tables turn when there's a new kid in town. He's not like most guys, failing in art and other classes, skipping classes and not participating in the games. Something about him is different, little did I know that one thing would change the Rubix Cube Challenge forever.

He pushed me against the bookshelf and caged me there with his arms. There was a hint of playfulness swimming in his eyes."I want to play a game." "What?" He pretended to think about it for a second. When he looked back at me, I felt butterflies in my stomach at the intensity of his blue eyes. "Cat and mouse. I'll be the cat, you be the mouse." I tried to push him away with no success. "I don't want to play." He leaned in closer towards me until his lips were directly beside my ear. I shivered involuntarily. "That's too bad." Alessandra never wanted anything to do with the limelight. She was content living life in her three bedroom apartment alongside her bubbly aunt with a job down at the local bookshop. When fate entwines her with Hollywood's Golden boy she finds it to be a cruel joke. The film industry is full of nothing but shallow, air-headed bimbos and suave heart-breakers and Alessandra just so happens to be at the front line ready to mend her broken heart.

Jillian's senior year was supposed to be easy, but when her father's job causes the two of them to uproot their life and move to Byrendale, it doesn't take long to realize that the small town is still mourning a tragedy. Meeting Parker was something she didn't expect. He's an outcast, but more importantly, he's been accused of murdering his sister. The more time the two of them spend together, the closer they grow, and Jillian is able to see what everyone else refuses to - he's innocent.

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