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Welcome to The Hexon Code, my story world where assumptions, preconceived notions, and morals are challenged. You'll meet interesting characters with questionable actions, a good heart, and a strong resolve to set things right no matter the risk.

Set in a futuristic, dystopian-esque, apocalyptic society, The Hexon Code series revolves around characters in several regions of the United States who get caught up in a secret plot against all of humanity, where things aren't always what they seem and emotions are running high.

The story begins with Dana Winters, a young girl who is taken to Riverbrook Academy for Unwanted Children after her parents are murdered, and Donovan Winden, a young forensic scientist who will stop at nothing to protect her.

If you're ready for chilling, suspenseful, and heart-wrenching drama, you will love this series!

The Hexon Code is packed with twists, turns, edge-of-your-seat, pulse-racing thrilling suspense, and tear-jerker love stories.

ONE MISTAKE CAN change your whole life. And sometimes that mistake leaves you trapped on earth after death, sentenced to an eternity of regrets.

I never meant to hurt the doctor. But the knife had been right there in front of me and I had picked it up. He had rounded the corner with the pretty blonde-haired girl and before I knew it he was crumpling to the floor, his legs sprawling out from under him and blood seeping into the front of his shirt. It wasn’t until I heard the girl’s ear-splitting scream that I realized what I had done.

If I could take it back, if I could take away her screams, her tears, and the constant ringing in my ears, I would do it. I would do anything. I knew what it was like to lose someone you cared about, to see them get ripped from your arms and taken away from you. It had happened to me and now I had just made it happen for someone else.

It was my fault.

When I picked up the knife that day, I didn’t know what I was going to do with it. I remember feeling confused by its presence. How had it gotten on the floor? And was anyone actually planning to use it? And if so, who? And for what?

And then I saw the doctor.

I thought they were all the same. Working together to figure out the best ways to make us sick and then analyze the results. But when I watched the girl collapse to her knees and cry as she tried to pull him into her arms, I realized I had made a mistake. I couldn’t imagine her being a part of the administration’s plan to kill us all. Not her. She seemed innocent. Too innocent and kind to play a part.

My biggest fear now was that I would spend an eternity wandering the quiet halls of Riverbrook Academy alone.

I had died a few weeks ago at the hands of Dr. Martin and his team of nurses. I didn’t understand why or what caused my death exactly. I just knew how awful I had felt toward the end. The excruciating pain and weakness. The headaches. The nausea and the vomiting. I had wanted to die just to feel better. And eventually I had.

I think only a handful of kids suspected the truth. The administrative staff had painted a grand picture of me going off to live with a young married couple on their farm in Vermont. The kids believed I’d get to ride horses, feed chickens and pigs, and harvest vegetables. I would have given anything for that to be true. Anything for a chance at life. I wasn’t ready for death and I was too young. But really, is anyone ready for that?

Things were bad at the academy, but I had my whole life ahead of me and there were other kids who made living here bearable.

It was my understanding that once I turned eighteen, if I hadn’t been adopted first, I would be released and be able to live on my own. In the real world, doing real world things. I was too young to have figured out what I wanted to do when I was older. I had spent hours staring out the window in the commons room. All I could see past the gates were trees. An endless view of trees that blocked the early morning sunlight. What was it like beyond the trees?

I could remember sunrises from before. My dad and I used to sit on our porch in the mornings while my mom got ready for work. He’d drink black coffee while I drank orange juice, and we’d sit in silence as the sun rose above the horizon. Then he’d turn to me and say, “That’s some sunrise,” and I’d nod. “Today is a new day,” he’d say. “And every morning is beautiful.”

But now all I could do was imagine it. None of my mornings were beautiful. I was alone. In this dark place. And with nowhere to go.

All because I had made a mistake.

Stabbing Dr. Winden was an accident. But accidents still come with consequences. Now, because of what I had done, I was stuck on earth and wasn’t sure if I’d ever be able to move on.

Marris hadn’t done anything wrong. Neither had Cullen. And yet they had been forced to stay until the other kids were taken away. Was it because the blonde girl had been saved? Or was it because the Cattsens had been stopped? Which good deed admitted them into heaven? Did it have something to do with their own goals?

I had seen Marris and Cullen standing together at the front entrance of Riverbrook, watching as the kids were loaded onto the buses. Marris waved, I assumed to the last girl getting on the bus, the one who had seen me in the commons room after my death. When they kissed, I looked away. And when I looked back a moment later, they were gone.

There was an older kid, too, though I didn’t know his name. He had been standing near a thin, old man, the blonde girl, and Dr. Roben from the infirmary. And he had disappeared, too, his body fading into nothingness.

That left only me.

Or at least the only one left I was aware of. I was sure there were others. They just hadn’t revealed themselves.

I can’t begin to describe the loneliness I’ve felt here over the last few weeks since everyone left. I’ve walked every hallway a hundred times over. I’ve walked along the perimeter of the high security fence. Every now and then I find a dead animal lying on the outside of the fence and it makes me wonder what they found so interesting about this place. This place that kills children.

If I can ever leave this place, I hope it’s because my punishment is over. I hope it’s because I’ve been redeemed.

My name is Dieran and this is my story.

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