[Book 2 of A Hero's Villain || Larry Stylinson] Louis Tomlinson AKA England's villain. Few knew his name as he worked behind the scenes, but now everyone knows him as he tries to kill his former friend. Harry Styles: England's hero. He had it all; the speed, the strength, the ladies.. And not to mention the cocky arrogance. But now everything's falling apart as he's being forced out of the light. What happens when Louis has come back, ready to take on Harry? Will the truth set Harry free? Or will he die trying to save the one he loves most?

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Red. The color of the simplest rose. The screams that echo through the blank hallways. The loudest cries no one gets to hear. Red is the color of pain--the blood of your friends. The fire you see and the rage that crawls up your throat. It is the itch you can not scratch--constant. It is the way she says your name as you slip away. It means to know when you have to stop. Red makes you feel when you wish you couldn't. They call me Little Red because of the way my hair cascades down by back, blushing with its red hues. I call myself Little Red because I destroy more than I create. divide and conquer. [anna dusk] 8tracks playlist: http://8tracks.com/desertedd/little-red

Every sign always sticks to their own never to stray from their buildings. Each sign has an element which they control. Once at the age of 10, each child is sent to learn how to control their power. The place? It's called Zodiac High. The 12 Kings rule their own sign depending on which building you are located at. It was to prevent chaos that had once happened. Most of them are alike, while others-not so much. All had different opinions on how to rule. So finally, they were spilt up. Now, at present time, everything went smoothly. Twelve different divisions that spread around campus. On the second floor in each building is where the 10 to 14 years lived. The next floor was 15 to 17 years and then finally, the fourth floor was where 18 to 21 years lived. It was at peace for 347 years, until someone started to show just how corrupt their system was. Cassandra was a strange case. She didn't belong to any group of division so they let the council decide. Landing in a place she doesn't belong, Cassandra learns not everything is as it seems and that the council will do whatever it takes to maintain balance throughout each kingdom. They knew she was special, but they were going to get a taste of just how important her piece is needed. It's all a game. Twelve kings, one council, one girl, and no way out. It's time to play. It's time to pick your poison.

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}