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)

❝𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 ? ❞ L U C A S K N I G H T The capo. The King. They fear me because I fear nothing. The only person capable of saying checkmate has always been me because I have saved my queen. Only in front of my queen shall I bow, but she is hidden from everyone, including me. A T H I R A N O V A K I'm not hurting anymore, hurting seems easy? Try shattered, destroyed, hollow. He was supposed to be my King, and this was supposed to be our game of chess, but he left. Now, twelve years later, he says that I am his queen but isn't the queen supposed to protect her king, after all this is a game of chess.