Slow Bloom
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  • Reads 89
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  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 50m
Ongoing, First published Apr 25, 2022
Mature
Aislinn Cain is the daughter of a prominent US based sorcerer. She can't seem to stay out of trouble, so she's living life on lockdown. Shes not allowed to date because her father wanted to marry her off to a son of a business associate. Then the epitome of the ultimate trouble walks into her father's business where she is stuck being the receptionist: Satoru Gojo. She had finally found a friend and her match in humor, but what happens when she falls in love?

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Between Loathing and Longing. (scenarios Satoru Gojo)

65 parts Ongoing

Gia Hirakami hates Satoru Gojo. At least, that's what she tells everyone. The eye rolls, the exasperated sighs, the way she brushes off his shameless flirting-it's all proof that she has no patience for him. Except... when no one's looking. Behind closed doors, between stolen touches and heated glances, her hatred turns into something else. Something neither of them can name, yet both of them crave. Satoru has never been one to hide his feelings, especially not for the quiet, sharp-tongued woman who drives him insane. Whether she's pushing him away or secretly pulling him closer, one thing is certain-he's not letting her go. What happens when a love too intense to be spoken seeps through the cracks of their denial? When teasing turns into torment, and distance only makes them desperate? Between loathing and longing, between secrecy and surrender... there's only them.