Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙤𝙣 For her- life was good, it was fine... until it wasn't. As time moved on, time began to reveal what she thought was real to be fake. Once a hopeless romantic, she's now just hopeless. Despite her unattractive love life, she's never stopped seeing the good in the world... including the quiet and mysterious man that's never looked her way- but what if he's been watching her from afar? Her brother's best friend. Her acquaintance. Her moon to the stars. Their relationship that was never supposed to happen- happens but in a moment of weakness... what will people think of them? 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝘿. 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙮 Always in the shadows away from any and everything. He wants to enjoy his time alone. Not for a single person to disturb his peace, that's all he wants. Successful and content he's happy living life quietly and wants to keep it that way. Blocking out distractions including love. Unintentionally stumbling into a situation, he overhears something he shouldn't have- a moment frozen in time with his best friend's sister... his heart begins to beat faster. He's never stepped out of his way for anyone. Until her. And now- what will he do? Does he come out of the shadows to help or does he fall deeper into the dark? -Book 1 of the All or Nothing Series- #2 hopeless #3 lovergirl #5 troubleinparadise

He usually prefers his employees to be less...bubbly. Energetic. A little more like him, essentially. But there was something about her the moment she introduced herself. Maybe it was the way she looked at him, or the way she smiled at everyone in her line of sight, who knows. But, whatever the reason is, he hates it. He hates that he gave into that feeling when he met her. She manages to find her way into his mind 24/7, unlike any woman ever has. She doesn't think she's ever seen someone as angry at the world as him. He can be rude and he doesn't always think about other's feelings before he speaks. A scowl somehow is always set on his face, like he was born that way. For any other person, a man like that would make you want to simply ignore him. But not her. She has her heart set on making him smile. Even just a little. Maybe even a laugh. And she is not giving up any time soon. It's not hard to tell that two people with personalities like theirs can lead to a dangerous combination.

*WARNIO!! This is my second book I wrote on Wattpad. THERE will be mistakes!* Read at yo own dang risk! "Who is she?" "Can you get me her number?" "Can you shut up, she is right there." I watch as the boys whisper in front of me. I raise my eyebrows and wait until they realize that I am standing only a few feet away from them. "I'm V, no you can't have my number, and yeah I'm right here." I eye all three of the boys with curiosity. And they seem to be doing the same to me. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I'm known as the baddest of them all. The one who has no past. The one that doesn't even give you a glance. Because I don't need to waste my time on others. People can see my outside, leather jacket, ripped jeans, chewing bubblegum. But people can't see what's on the inside, unless you let them in. And only one person has ever seen me for... me. I'm just a normal 17 year old girl grieving with a dark past. But on the outside I'm a 18 year old girl with a bad reputation. Three new transfer students come into Valentine's life. There names are Axel, Phoenix, and Shepherd. Valentine needs help with the unbearable grief that life throws her way. And maybe... just maybe these three unique boys can help with that. But Valentine seems to forget that they are just strangers. She didn't know the past the boys hide behind their black sunglasses. They might get her in trouble, but they will get her out of it too. *There is a sequel to this book: The Wildest* ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ #119 youngadult 7/9/18 #24 action-adventure 8/10/18 #59 loss 8/11/18 #353 adventure 8/13/18 #10 grieving 8/20/18 #7 badreputation 9/3/18

He's rich, famous, and disgustingly handsome. Also allergic to girls. Especially the clingy, squeaky, fainting kind. Too bad I'm not one of them. I accidentally (okay, not accidentally) insulted Zayn Raheja-the country's most loved heartthrob with those cursed heterochromia eyes. The man whose smirk makes fangirls lose brain cells. Zayn Raheja, Superstar. Billionaire. Heartthrob. One smirk from him and girls forget how to breathe. Too bad I've got better things to do-like sleep. But instead of hating me... He's obsessed. Which is ironic. Because I've been ignoring boys since third grade. And I've never met someone who made it so easy. He's cold, rude, and 100% not my type. So, why is he staring at me like I'm the only puzzle he can't solve? Oops. Plot twist: He fell first. And harder. He's used to girls chasing him. I'm used to avoiding trash. So, no thanks. Our first meeting? He blocked the hallway like he owned oxygen. I told him to move. Politely. (Okay, not politely.) Now he can't stop looking at me like I'm a Rubik's cube he can't solve. And I can't stop wondering why this Greek god keeps showing up where I am. I'm not one of his fangirls. I don't faint, I roast. He should've hated me. Instead... He fell. 💌 Tropes: Enemies-to-Lovers He Fell First Sarcastic Girl × Cold Boy Fangirls Everywhere Except Her Slow Burn, Fast Roasts Rich × Normal Girl Forced Proximity (Eventually!) Celebrity × Civilian Misunderstandings & Mutual Pining Soft Boy Under Layers of Ice He Fell First (and hates it) Not Like Other Girls (literally doesn't care) Banter-to-Love Rich Famous Boy × Normal Sarcastic Girl "I hate girls" × "Cool, I'm not one of them" Enemies-to-Lovers (but she's not even trying) Fangirl-Proof Heroine Emotionally Constipated Boy Hard. And first.

---------- "You think you're different to me, don't you?" I tilt my head, staring at each other's lips. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands, making him in control with the advantage in height. I'm the one looking up at him now. "And you think I'm easy right?" He leans down close to my face, my back hitting the counter. "Does it turn you on the way I speak to you? Every time I say I hate you, do you clench those thighs? Do you think you're special to me because you're the only pretty girl I touch like this?" He whispers, his grip tightening more. My chest rises up and down at the proximity. I was expecting a reaction but not one like this. This is exactly what I wanted. To see him like this, the side of him no one else got to see. "You think I'm pretty?" I lean closer to him but his force on me doesn't let me get closer. ------------------ Annalise Martin is the IT girl, attracting attention everywhere she goes. From perfect looks to perfect grades, people are always watching her, wanting to be her. Jude Fitz is a moody guy and isn't caught speaking to anyone ever. Never being noticed by her. He goes unnoticed and untouched until Annalise gets her eyes on him. Total opposites but something between the two makes sense..

"I hate you - so much Tripp." More confusion because, once more, wasn't this a good thing? "Why did you have to say that? What if," A little quieter, just above a whisper. "What if we mess up our friendship?" "But what if we don't?" "You don't know that," I bumped his nose with my finger. "And neither do you. So, why don't we give it a shot?" He bit down on his bottom lip, hesitation and worry filling his gaze. __ This is literally a story that follows the plot of two best friends realizing their feelings for each other, yes, I know, very cliche, but I enjoyed writing it. There will be mature LGBT+ content, so if you don't want to read those chapters or this story, skip it. Highest Rankings (that I'm aware of): LGBT+: #3 , College Romance: #2 , Gay: #19 / GayPride: #2, Gay boyxboy #1

I gave him everything. My heart. My body. My secrets. He gave me silence-and loved someone else. I was just the distraction. The warm body. The easy f*ck. Not the girl he showed off. Not the one he kissed in public. Not the one he chose. Now I'm done waiting. Done begging to be seen. Because the girl no one chose... She's about to become the girl no one forgets.

"Why do you always look like that?" "Like what?" "Like you hate every person in this room." "That's because I do." "Why? What did these people do to you?" "Nothing. Yet." "You're a pessimist. Every morning you come in, order black coffee, and glare at every single person in the room." "I don't glare at you," he paused. "Most of the time." "We'll that's because I tell good jokes. It'd be criminal to be rude." I could have sworn that I saw him smile. ~~~ Evelyn has a smile that lights up every room. The very ground she walks on seems to come to life from her touch alone. She sees beauty in the things most others dismiss. Michael not so secretly hopes that everyone on Earth dies in the fiery pits of hell. There's never been a single person he's met that makes him believe in the good of humanity. Except Evelyn.

I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.