A harmless game of Truth or Dare at a party leads to two teens-polar opposites-to fake a relationship as a dare. They play along to avoid embarrassment... until the lines blur.

Yuji Itadori x Megumi Fushiguro. Warning: contains 18+ content.

Requiem of the White Wolf is a Jujutsu Kaisen fanfiction starring me-Haruka Hayashi. White hair, transfer student, probably cursed (in more ways than one). I've got a sharp tongue, a messy past I'd rather not talk about, and a strict no-weapons policy that totally freaks people out. One minute I'm just trying to survive school without punching anyone in the face, and the next? I'm knee-deep in cursed monsters, cryptic missions, and suspicious adults who either want to mentor me or dissect me for research. (Fun times.) Turns out, there's something strange inside me-some ancient, eye-glowing, soul-devouring power the higher-ups really want their hands on. Too bad I don't even understand it myself. And somewhere between dodging death and trading insults with a certain sword-swinging, glasses-wearing heart attack in human form, I've got to figure out who I really am... before my past catches up and burns everything down. Again.

The amazing story of the fight between Batman and Superman.

Moving away from everything she's known in the UK,from her past and where she's lived for the past 17 years of her life, what will happen when Sophia the loud,witty,beautiful,clever and sassy girl meets Alexandros the so called handsome bad boy in sunny California who has an ego bigger than the size of Canada, a charming smile that will melt you into a puddle on the floor and has girls falling at his feet. Will Sophia be able to move along from her past? Will she let Alexandros into her heart? Will Alexandros change his ways and finally admit that he's falling for a girl? Hmm if you want to find out read on. This is my first book I promise you it will get better along the way just read to find out and please vote,comment and follow lovely people xo

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.