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"I hate you." "Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance." "I am." "Are you very sure?" "Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?" "No." "Well, they should." ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ Her definition of perfect was quiet and dull. He was anything but. Theo Parker was full of life; smiles always lighting his face and a camera on him, ready to snap a photo at any given moment along with almost living at the basketball court. Smiling at anyone who looked his way. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. He defined perfection as impossible. Until he met her. He was aware of the glares and harsh words she sent his way, but under what seemed like not so subtle hatred she was smart and caring. Camilla Moretti didn't need anyone's approval or cared about their opinions. She didn't need anyone, and he admired that. Sometimes staying is easier than leaving; but maybe leaving would've been more simple. ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I just wish someone would stay

PLOT EDITING IN PROGRESS "𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥. "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. ⤷ In which the leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang tries to win the heart of his best friend, who seems to have little to no interest in love. This story will be following the manga. All credits go to Ken Wakui. I do not own Tokyo Revengers, but Kenji Akira and her story. Story Status; Ongoing [✔️] Completed [ ] Hiatus [ ] Warning !! Strong language, violence and rape were mentioned !! All pictures/videos do not belong to me but their rightful creators !! In any case, does my story sound/look like others, it is solely coincidental !!

Disclaimer: This is a Filipino story |COMPLETED| What will happen if the notorious troublemaker find herself getting manipulated in her own game resulting to an unexpected royal offspring? Highest ranking #1 mystery #1 kingdom #1 royal Book cover credits to: Aliza Mendoza

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)

"I want you ,Rose" He whispers, trailing a kiss down her shoulder. To only have her place her hands on his chest. Pushing him back. "We...we can't Arse. Our familes will never agree to this...." His eyes darken, anger flooding in as he seeths at her. "I don't care." He says, pinning her on the wall.Not happy with her interrupting him in between. Grabbing her chin he jerks it up to make her look at him. "And the next time you try to stop me my Rosebud?" . . "I will make sure to show the entire world who you belong to." Her eyes widen as he attacks her neck without a warning. Making sure to leave his mark on her and tell everyone, that she truly belongs to him. ..... The Kingston's and Knights. The two K's that every person has heard in the country. The two strongest and biggest empires in the world with their strong physical presence in almost every sphere of business. Established by two best friends whose friendship was renowned all over, to only end up now as the biggest rivals in the world. They detested seeing each other and it was a crime to take these two names in a sentence. So deep was the roots of this hatred. But what to do when the sole heirs of these familes are enrolled together in the same college. What happens when they become seatmates? Will they carry forward, the families legacy of hatred or will their hearts betray to fall for each other in a way, that was beyond rationale. Let's join their journey to know Will Arsenio's embrace be able to protect his Rose.? Or blood will be actually thicker than water. ..... *To be launched in February 2022

He owned half of the state,with the casinos and clubs just a small part of them. Relationships disgusted him and one night stands was all he could afford for the flock of girls that followed him. Untouchable ,was what fangirls referred him to him as and second times was unheard of in the dictionary of Victor Kingston. Unless his eyes took interest in a brunette, whose clothes resembled to that of men and etiquettes that of a roadside thug. Her comebacks gave a blow to his inflated ego and her innocence a blow to his manhood. He has never met a girl like her before and he may not in the future. Because she was not just his type,but no man's type either. She was Rose Evans ,an independent and headstrong girl despite the struggles of her life. A girl who didn't needed any man in her life .

"You are a girl... And in our business girls are only used for one thing..." His words numbed my brain as my brain interpreted his sentence No...he wouldn't..... He can't use me as a tool in his nasty business. Next I know he removed my big round specs and started examining them. Sh** he will know that they are fake His one hand held my tiny waist and blocked all my means of escape While the other he lifted up the specs and looked at the light through it. "Hmmm I never came across a nerd who needs to wear fake glasses" His pressure on my waist increased and a whimper left my lips "Tell me the truth..who sent you?..Are you with the scorpions or is it that bas**** Neil ....tell me and I may spear you life..." Oh shit!! This is double shit!! He thinks I am a secret agent sent by his rival groups.... And with my fake specs his doubt just got stronger. The hold on my waist is opening the wounds that closes just a week back and tears are ready to escape my eyes.. "I..I...don't know....wh..at you are talkin..g about..." The door creaked open and a man entered bowing down "Sir...the car is ready..." Daniel pushed me back all of a sudden like my touch burned him "Take her to the dungeon and not stop untill she opens her mouth and tells the truth...." With this he was gone and I was surrounded by 2 guards who tied my hands behind my back and leaded me to the path of hell. --------. -------- --------- --------- ----------- When love betrays Family abandons Rivals execute And time changes That's when a girl like her is born Learning to master her fears Going numb to all emotions And mastering to dance inside the burning flames. She is the burning Rose Or should I say was.

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.