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TWELVE HOUSES · TWELVE CLAIMS
The Midnight
Circle
Twelve girls who know the Houses, the rules and exactly what they stand to lose.
MEET THE MATCHUPS ↗
the invitations arrived at midnight.
The Party
THE SELUNA GIRLS · VOLUME ONE
The Party
at 12:12.
No winner has been chosen.
Every House is still in play.
TWELVE HOUSES · TWO SIDES EACH · NO DECISION YET
THE PREMISE
Every House has two sides.
You decide who you believe.
Twenty-four girls have a claim on the twelve Zodiac Houses. Each House brings two distinct faces, identities and reasons to choose. Neither girl has been declared the winner.
At Leona King’s birthday, the two circles meet. At exactly 12:12, every phone lights up with the same message. Look closely at both girls from every House. Which one feels like your side?
THE HOUSE PAIRINGS
The Midnight Circle
meets the 12:12 Circle.
Same House. Two girls. No predetermined winner.
The Midnight
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TWELVE HOUSES · TWELVE CLAIMS
The 12:12
Circle
Girls with different identities, ambitions and equally serious claims to the same Houses.
MEET THE MATCHUPS ↗ALL TWELVE HOUSE MATCHUPS
TWO FACES · TWO IDENTITIES · ONE HOUSECHAPTER ONE · THE INVITATION
Everybody got
the same message.
At 12:12, every phone in Leona King’s apartment lit up at once.
Not rang. Not buzzed. Lit up. Twelve pale rectangles reflected in the windows above the city, each carrying the same line:
YOUR SIGN IS NOT YOUR ALIBI.
For one full second, the party stayed beautiful. The cobalt light still caught in Mina’s silver eyeliner. Ari was still laughing with her head thrown back. The record kept turning beneath a song nobody could hear anymore.
Then Sloane dropped her glass.
It did not shatter. The rug was too thick for that. It landed softly, almost politely, and rolled beneath the velvet sofa where Thea’s hand moved to catch it. When she leaned down, she saw something else beneath the fringe: a gold pendant shaped like a scorpion.
Across the room, Sloane’s neck was bare.
“Cute,” Mina said, holding up her phone. Her voice was light, but she had stopped smiling. “Who decided tonight needed a theme?”
Leona did not look at the message. She looked at the guest list on the marble counter. Twelve names. Twelve women. One name had been crossed out in black ink, though she remembered writing the list in gold.
Vera checked the time on the oven clock. 12:13.
“This was scheduled,” she said.
That was when every phone received a second message.
ASK THE SCORPIO WHAT SHE DELETED.
Sloane finally looked up. For the first time that night, she looked afraid.
END OF CHAPTER ONE · THE STORY CONTINUES