Cowo Badboy Novels & Stories

"Why should I trust you, anyway, Mr. Bad Boy? Not after what you did." "Gee, thanks Poppy," Grayson said. "Thanks for judging me over one small thing I did when you don't even know my back-story. I thought you of all people wouldn't be this way towards me." He walked passed me, looking extremely pissed off. However, what he said had me very curious. Back-story? What did that boy not tell me?

Not just the tension in her muscles. Not just the force behind the swing he had stopped. Something else. Something… off. Her skin was cold. Not physically. But in a way he couldn’t explain. Like he had just grabbed onto someone who wasn’t fully present. --- “Enough.” His voice was low. Steady. But it cut through the silence just as sharply as the first punch had. --- The boy on the ground groaned weakly. Barely conscious. Blood at the corner of his lip.