Plucked.

Plucked.

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Another story about a party gone wrong: Maxine F. Collins is forgotten. James Roy Ellis is the golden boy. 'What good is a forgotten flower? A flower left in a field to get stepped on? Sometimes... Sometimes you had to see the wilted ones, still standing strong but likely not for long, and pluck them yourself.' Her senior year of high school, Maxine Collins goes missing, just as an anti-antibiotic super bug breaks out over the town. With the town distracted with assisting the victims of the super bug, the slowly increasing number of disappearing teenagers starts flying under radar. Max is all on her own. Is she smart enough to find her way out of the hands of this unforgiving serial murderer? Why has he chosen her specifically? In her attempt to escape, Max opens the pandora's box to a hidden past of not only the killer, but herself. [IN PROGRESS]
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She looks up at me, taking a step forward and smiling slightly, "How can I ever get hurt when I have you here to protect me?" "But you could have gotten hurt," I murmur softly, hanging my head and feeling my shoulders drop, the tension seeping from my body. "No. Stop," She cuts me off sternly but tenderly, "Don't talk like that, Reece. I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay," She speaks softly, reaching her hand up to gently brush her thumb over my cheek, just under the cut that's there. "We're okay," I repeat, taking a small step closer to her. She nods with a small smile, moving her hand down from my cheek and instead placing the palm of her hand on my chest, right over my heart. I know she can feel how fast my heart is beating. I just don't know why it's doing that. ~ Reece Carter is the bad boy of Northwood High. He smokes and he fights. He has countless tattoos covering his body. And he doesn't care about anything or anyone else. Layla Stevens is your average seventeen year-old girl, just trying to get through high school, with the friends she loves and doing the things she loves. When these two cross paths accidentally in an unusual way, they leave and never expect to speak to each other again. But fate has other plans. Layla finds her way into Reece's life and Reece doesn't know what to do about it. This ray of Sunshine suddenly meant something to him. She understood him when it seemed like no one else did. And he protected her from everyone who tried to hurt His Sunshine. Get ready for a story filled with bad pick-up lines, twin telepathy and a lot of fighting. Like, a LOT. Thanks for that one, Reece.

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