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

His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright © 2018-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

She's panting, flushed and breathless like something from another century. It hurts to look at her, so stunningly alive in a way he isn't. Almost smiling, too. She has the kind of lips that need undiluted devotion. "You've always looked at me," she breathes. Yes, and he finds himself thinking about ruin. The right kind, like his knuckles against her jaw to shake her apart. Freedom. Maybe in another life, he brushes the hair off her shoulder and whispers, 'Eyes on me.' Maybe in another life, they have time. 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. She isn't his to protect. He's a cop, she's taken, and rules are rules. But Faro Wyatt has mapped every freckle on her nose and dreamt of the oceans in her eyes. His resolve is weakening. So when the radio crackles with a single call, he's breaking every rule from here on out. C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ age-gap romance ❤︎ morally dark-grey mmc ❤︎ violence/abuse ❤︎ men yearning No cheating Copyright © 2025-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 Updates: at least once every 2 weeks (hopefully more)

His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over. "I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me?" My wild heart seeks his. "Yes." For a long moment, I just feel his eyes. Then, his hands. They skim down my spine, bowing my body into his. When his lips find my throat, I lean back into his hands, my eyes closing. He kisses between my breasts, then across them, swirling his tongue and kissing, always kissing. My fingers curling into his hair. His response is a smile against my skin. He pulls my arms out to kiss them, all the way to my wrists...all the way back. He presses affection into my skin, injects trust into my veins. Then he eases me to my back and does it all over again. ******* An obscure tutoring opportunity brings Camila closer to three friends: Noah, Jed, and Fox. After hiding in the shadows for so long, Cam is coaxed to the light. STANDALONE NOVEL Copyright © 2024-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

''Tell me how it feels,'' he whispers. "Good," I gasp, my entire body trembling. Deeper. Harder. Perfect. Like we've been doing this for years. His hand finds my jaw, fingers firm as he tilts my head up, making me look at him. And that's it. Waves of heat zip to my toes as my nails scrape down his back. I don't think about what comes next -- him pulling his shirt on and leaving. I don't feel heartbroken when I imagine myself alone in here. It's casual, our intimacy. And it's too late to renegotiate. ***** When Fox hooks up with his new roommate at a masked club, he has no idea their fling is just the beginning. The woman he's living with is the same girl who shared candy with him under a playground slide. 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 STANDALONE NOVEL *ANGSTY EMOTIONAL SLOW BURN *MEN YEARNING Copyright © 2024-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

In the dark, there are no saviors. Only predators... and the bargains we make with them. Elara Vance is dying. Her rare blood is both a curse and a death sentence, and when it begins to claim her younger sister, she is left with one desperate choice. Her only hope lies in a whispered legend: a mysterious, reclusive patron of the night who can grant miracles for a price. The price is her freedom. Kaelen Valerius is ancient, powerful, and weary of eternity. When a mortal woman invokes his ancient pact, he expects another fleeting distraction. But Elara is different. Her very presence is a spark in his endless night, and her blood sings a siren's call that threatens to shatter his icy control. He offers her a year of servitude in his gothic estate in exchange for the medicine that can save her sister's life. Trapped in a world of shifting alliances and ancient feuds, Elara finds herself drawn to the enigmatic vampire lord. Every guarded glance is a battle, every accidental touch a spark that could ignite a dangerous passion. But as a deadly conspiracy rises from the shadows, threatening to burn their dark world to the ground, the line between prisoner and obsession begins to blur. In a game of blood and power, can a love born of desperation survive the coming dawn? Or will the secrets of the eternal night consume them both? ---

Liss Aguilera can see things that aren't there. The world is cruel to a girl it perceives as crazy, so she's learned to live her life in the quiet--to ignore the false voices, act normal, and believe in only what she can touch. Until the unseen monsters start to come for her. Her protector is just as strange as every other hallucination, but he's determined to convince her he is real and that he needs her help. He claims to be the servant of a guardian spirit tasked with defending humanity from behind the veil, but the spirit he serves has disappeared, and he believes Liss is his key to finding answers. He might still be imaginary. But if what he says is true, this could be Liss's chance to finally understand her own fractured existence--and maybe even save it. 𓁿 Credit to @Heuristic_Hashmath for the gorgeous cover

In Tehazihbith, imperfection is a myth. Blessed with divine power, the city's miracle rivers overflow with dust, a glittering, colourful cascade, and its people weave life-giving magic. Imperfection belongs to the beasts and the beastfolk: strange, violent beings that prowl outside the city's protection. When Rayanah Kel-Jabir stumbles upon a wounded, dying beastfolk boy, she's faced with a choice. As a young mage and wielder of dust, trained to defend Tehazihbith from the beasts' mindless attacks, saving the boy's life goes against everything she's ever known--yet for Raya, her perfect nature is a cage, and choices are rare. The more she learns of the boy and his people, the more cracks begin to show in her city's sacred harmony. The winds are shifting, and they sing of blood, spilled from beasts and mages alike. The trouble is hearing the warning notes before it's too late. --◦༄ؘ◦-- ◦ Beautifully illustrated cover by @ToWolfKin ◦

Ethereal Romanoav, nineteen. Just like her name, she was a breath of heaven on earth, too innocent, too untouched, and too unaware of the darkness that waited beyond her walls. Her beauty was the kind poets lost sleep over. Her eyes, a deep crystalline blue. People whispered she was the most beautiful girl in the world, a jewel born once in centuries. When Ethereal was barely one year old, her beloved mother, Queen Sera Roman, died of a sudden illness. And within two months, her father, King David Roman, married the Princess of Kazi, Phina. After that marriage, everything changed. Phina was threatened, terrified, of the girl who would one day surpass every beauty in the realm. So David Roman locked his daughter away. At one and a half years old, Ethereal was placed inside an isolated tower. Too small to understand, too pure to fight back. For there was monster wearing a crown. Alexandra Drakaris. Thirty-two. The King of Kings. The ruler whose bloodline had conquered kingdoms. People called him The Beast. It was said his very shadow could silence a battlefield. Rumours whispered he stole women, used them, burned empires for pleasure. Queens feared him. Kings bowed. But the truth? He had never touched a single woman. No lovers. No partners. No queen. Alexandra lived alone in a fortress carved from cold, merciless stone, just like his heart. Dangerous, deadly, ruthless. He was a monster of power. Standing at six feet two, built like a warrior sculpted by the gods, he looked every bit the beast the world painted him to be. Yet his light brown eyes held storms-battles, betrayals, pain. Love made you weak. And Alexandra could not afford weakness. He took kingdoms. He crushed armies. He conquered power-nothing else. But the world did not know the truth: The beauty King Roman hid away was the only thing Alexandra would ever desire. His ethereal romanoav His little one.. ..... Give it a try.....

Fern should've stayed dead. But death spat her out with fire in her lungs and Thane's name on her tongue. Now, resurrected and burning with something new and terrifying in her blood, she's on a desperate hunt-not just to find Thane and the others she was forced to leave behind, but to understand what she's become and how the hell she's alive. Her search drags her into the heart of Evatan-the kingdom of men-and straight into the path of the High Lord Rouland. He's dangerous, calculating, and hauntingly familiar. He keeps Fern on a gilded leash, parading her as the savior of his people, all while dangling Thane's whereabouts like a knife to her throat. With Thane's face and none of his heart, he offers a trade: help him win the war, and he'll give her information on Thane. But trust comes at a cost-and Rouland wants far more than an alliance. He wants everything. But Fern didn't crawl her way back from the grave to become a bargaining chip. Surrounded by strangers, tangled in politics, and stalked by the shadow of war, Fern has to play the game right. She meets new allies, reunites with old ones, and keeps the ember of rebellion burning in her chest. The war is far from over. Sayda is still in hiding. And Fern's return might just break the world for good. Will she take the High Lord's deal? Or will she burn the whole damn kingdom down? Among the Ashes is a story of rebirth, ruin, and ruthless choices. Power always comes with a price. And Fern is done paying it in silence.