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AUTHOR NOTE HOPE YOU LOVE THE STORY PLS LEAVE A REVIEW AND THOUGHT AND WOULD APPRECIATE AND ONE MORE THING IF YOU ARE JAXON WOULD YOU BETRAY YOUR BEST FRIEND AND SLEEP WITH HIS BOYFRIEND

Then, the swiping begins. “He likes your favorite book,” Heather says. I shake my head. “He’s got those veiny muscles. They make me think about drawing blood too much. Next.” Next. Next. The guys with blond hair and blue eyes still look too much like Ryan. The guys that pose shirtless scream “misogynist.” The guys that pose with half-unbuttoned shirts and books scream “misogynist in disguise.” We even find one guy who would normally be exactly my type, a homebody who’s not too muscular or too pretty. I stare at him for a few seconds, willing something to come to life and make me want to go out with him. Nothing.

ariel:- so you even know who is a pervert and how do you that I am pervert, do you know how to read minds, if that true then say away from me, I don't let anyone get into my mind, it was filled with heavenly boob, don't ever look into. boy:- I don't know what is that, but now I get a little bit of idea what is it. you are Strange, now I tell you the important part. ariel:- do you have any girlfriend or crush if you have one tell me what you do with her and tell everything that happens in the night in detail, I am not perverted but I like the story, what kind of story do you like. boy:- no I don't have a crush on everyone, in the orphanage we are like brother and sister, do you have any int

Lea’s point of view: “Ryder, stop!” I seized his right arm to stop him from advancing towards the boy. I thought the boy would return back to his place behind us quietly seeing Ryder’s death glare but he did something unexpected. He leaned forward towards me and draped an arm presumptuously over my shoulders to taunt Ryder. Right when Ryder took a threatening step towards him in anger, I pushed my two plushies into Ryder’s arms, halting him and grasped the boy’s hand and threw his arm off my shoulders. “In your dreams, buddy.”

*pov of Tang* *tch, the chief let that boy go away free, what a jerk", in one of the corner outside of city gate, a man was complaining to himself. who it might it was Tang. All afternoon Tang was complaining, about how unfair the chief was to himself, when by the evening he saw the same boy who was carrying the beast walking out of the gate and going to the forest. he was happy, as he might get rich, thinking who will care about an orphan, not knowing it will his last day of life. *end of pov* Theo ran fast toward his house, when he reach it, he Threw his thing in the house and ran toward the stream, he start wiping the blood out.

Slowly— She closed her locker. The soft click sounded louder than it should have. Then— She turned. --- The boy stood there. A few steps away. His fists clenched at his sides. Eyes red—not from sleep. From something else. Something heavier. Grief. Anger. Blame. All mixed into something ugly. Something raw. Something real. “He would still be alive if you had acted sooner, bitch.” --- Silence. Complete. The hallway didn’t just quiet down.

~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~ END *@*@* If you guys want I can write another story about their son Roowon but the story will be completly different than this story. It's up to you. If you guys want then please let me know at the comment section. *@*@*

He didn’t even flinch when Tyler approached the bars, just looked up through the good eye and whispered, “You’ll kill me anyway. Just do it.” “We don’t kill prisoners,” Tyler replied evenly. “Unless they force us to.” The boy huffed a bitter laugh. “He said you would.” “Jaxson?” I asked. That got his attention. He looked at me. Really looked. “You’re her.” My heart stuttered. “Who?” “His mate,” the boy rasped. “The one he saw in his dreams. Said she’d ruin him. Said he had to stop her before it was too late.”

I’ve lost control of my limbs. “Who’s you friend?” I hear another voice question. I shake myself out of this odd state and turn around to face two people. A brown haired brown eyed boy with broad shoulders and the same handsome looks as Lucas. Next to him, is a very cute guy with his arms crossed over his chest, scrutinizing me? His light brown hair framing very strong and rugged features, but the one thing that pulls me in, are those cobalt blue eyes. The same blue eyes I left back home on a certain little girl named Lucy.

He retrieved all his torture tools into his wooden box and disconnected his phone from the jam box and placed it neatly where he had found it and turned to stare at me and with one last look smiled to himself saying “Target fatally obliterated” I woke up at that moment sweating profusely. The door opened and Dylan stepped inside staring at me with all signs of worry on his face. "What is the matter babe? Having bad dreams?" I wriggled free from his touch and went back to laying down. "Do you want me to stay with you?" I nodded aggressively not wanting to be round his arms at that moment because for all I care, he was another sick psychopath who needed therapy. *****