Short Stories about the characters in my books.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)

[ COMPLETED ] You came to Tokyo from NYC to teach and learn more about jujutsu techniques. With an iq of 213 but you aren't very athletic. Satoru Gojou was someone you find annoying. slowly, you grew used to his presence. Your high iq couldn't figure out why you were so attached to him... NOTICE: I DO NOT own any of the characters. I made the cover. Wait is it Satoru gojou or gojo.. cuz I use gojou

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ "High tolerance maybe," he shrugged, "always been good at partying among many other things." I finally gave in. We'd been talking long enough, might as well get something useful out of it while I'm at it. "Like?" Dabi looked at me through his brows. "Sex." He put the cigarette to his lips and exhale towards the sky. ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ #𝟖 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 🤍 #𝟏𝟏 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 🤍