A fateful story of just a young, adorable girl who just didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to do with herself; she was screwed up all over, she said. Nobody wanted her to live, anyway, so she thought she'd just die. She was just depressed. This story is a heart warming yet sad story about a girl and her troubles in life...

کاتێک شەیتان دەیەوێ سەمای لەگەڵ بکەی باشترە بڵێی هەرگیز چونکە سەما کردن لەگەڵ شەیتان لەوانەیە بۆ هەمیشە بەردەوام بێت رۆس لەناکاو خۆی لەناو گێژاویکی نەفرەتیدا دەبێنیتەوە کەدەزانی ماوەیەکی زۆرە نیشانەی گەورەترین مافیایە لە بەهێزترین خێزانی ئیتاڵیا وە هیچ هێزیکیش ناتوانی ئەو هاوسەرگیریە تیکبدات وە ئەگەر کەسیکیش بوێری کرد ئەوا ' تایهۆنگ بێ دوودڵیەوە دەیکوژیت ' ' ئەمە تەنها سەمایەک نیە رۆسی ئازیز ئیتر بۆ هەمیشە لەناو مندا لەناو سنوورەکەمدا زیندانی تۆ ئەمە ناو دەنێت دۆزەخی شەیتان بەڵام من ئەمە ناو دەنێم خۆشەویستیە قووڵەکەم بۆ تۆ '

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)