𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 Escaping reality is all she wanted. But running from the past is never easy, especially when the past stands right in front of you ready to ruin you. Ivory knows betrayal. She's done giving second chances. And she won't believe in something her parents portrayed so awfully. But when a certain person starts breaking down your walls, It gets ten times harder to hide the truth. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐗 There's only one goal: Winning No distractions. No feelings and certainly no mistakes. But when a girl like Ivory catches his eye everything crashes down. All the disciples and all the rules get thrown out the window. He finds himself spiralling. She's dangerous. Off-limits . But impossible to ignore. Now it all comes down to choosing his best friends or the girl he'd do anything for. Secrets unfold. Lines blur. And in a game where no one's innocent- someone's bound to lose.

She overdosed. He found her. That should've been the end. Instead, it was the beginning. Adeline Harper is trying to rebuild her life after addiction nearly destroyed it - but recovery isn't as simple as staying clean. Especially when the past refuses to stay in the past. Zayden doesn't believe in saving people. But he can't walk away from her either. What they have is messy. Complicated. Real. But when secrets come out, when trauma resurfaces, and when the truth finally catches up with them- everything starts to fall apart again. And this time, Adeline has to fight for more than just survival. She has to fight for herself.

𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐖𝐘𝐍 wears pain like a second skin. It's all she's ever known, etched into her bones, buried beneath forced smiles and hollow laughter. Once passionate, once burning bright, now nothing but ash and ruin. She pretends well, but behind the sharp tongue and unbothered eyes lies a girl screaming to be seen, yet terrified someone actually might. 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍 was born into a world already at war with him. Pain wasn't just a chapter in his life, it was the whole book. Raised in shadows, fed by poison, his lungs filled with smoke and silence. He never asked for love. He never believed he deserved it. Drugs kept the demons quiet. Cigarettes kept his hands busy. Until her. The only good card he's ever been dealt, fragile, feral, and just as broken as him. Together, Liora and Ares are destruction wrapped in desire. A love not meant to be touched, yet impossible to resist. It's messy. Chaotic. Addictive. It's the kind of love that leaves scars, and still, they keep reaching for each other, again and again. What happens when two shattered souls try to build something whole out of ruin?

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎 has only ever known two things: pain and the high that numbs it. He grew up with split knuckles and a busted lip, learned early that the only language the world respected was violence. The ring became his church, blood his offering. Every punch he throws is a confession; every hit he takes, a reminder that he's still alive. Xavier doesn't chase love - he doesn't believe in it. He chases the next round, the next hit, the next distraction strong enough to silence the ghosts clawing at his skull. He's a sinner with nothing left to lose. Until her. 𝐋𝐔𝐂Í𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀 has hips that lie and a mouth that doesn't. Her eyes don't just hold secrets, they dare you to find them. With a sharp tongue, and a stare that could gut a man clean, she's the kind of girl you pay to watch but can't afford to touch. Stripping is her stage, survival is her art, and silence is her weapon. She doesn't believe in happy endings, love? She's never spoken it. Everyone keeps their distance, she ruins everything she touches, they say - he isn't afraid to get cut. He's already bleeding. When a siren meets a sinner, who ends up drowning first?

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 ❤︎ 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)

𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. Lisa was never supposed to fall for Noah. Not the boy who saved her from a playground meltdown. Not the best friend who became her first kiss... her first love... her everything. But when he moved across the world, he left her with nothing but a broken promise and a gold star necklace she still wears like a scar. She swore she'd wait. He swore they'd find each other again. But two weeks after he came back, he was holding another girl's hand. Now it's war. And Lisa's done playing soft. Noah thought leaving Lisa behind would protect them both. He didn't expect to fall apart without her. Neither did he expect to learn the truth-something so brutal it made him question every moment they'd ever shared and see her as a stranger in the skin of the girl he once loved. And he definitely didn't expect to fall into someone else's arms trying to forget the taste of her lips. But Lisa's not the shy girl he left behind. She's colder now. Hotter, too. And every time he looks at her like he hates her, he wants to grab her and make her remember everything. This isn't just a breakup. It's unfinished business. First love never dies. But it might just destroy them both. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ SLOWBURN! word count- 130,000 started- July 07 2023, Finished- May 2025 Copyright all rights reserved

Aurelia Hart has a perfect pastel life-but Nate Cross knows the darkness she hides. He wants the truth... and she can't let him in. Secrets, lies, and forbidden attraction collide in a dangerous game neither can escape. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I wanted to. God, Aurelia, I wanted to. I just-" "I thought keeping it from you would keep you safe." "Safe?" "Do I look safe to you, Detective?"

There are girls raised to behave. And girls who learn how to survive. Elena Radcliffe wears perfection like armour-polished smiles, perfect manners, and secrets sharp enough to cut. She's careful. Controlled. And far more dangerous than she looks. Kai Murphy doesn't do careful. Reckless, magnetic, and completely untamed, he lives like he has nothing to lose-and maybe he doesn't. When their worlds collide in England, 2005, it's explosive. Hate turns into desire. Desire turns into obsession. And lines meant to stay uncrossed disappear fast. Because some fires aren't meant to be tamed. And the most dangerous women aren't born- they're provoked.

"I owe you nothing." "And even if you begged me for it, moya koroleva, I wouldn't tell you." "Oh, really?" Evelina Vitale was raised on blood and silence. She was never meant to be soft - only strong enough to inherit an empire. Aleksandr Volkov believes in rules, consequences, and survival. Care is weakness. Hesitation is death. Sent to Sicily, he expects negotiations. Violence. War. He does not expect her. A masquerade. A gunshot. A mistake neither can undo. He saves her life without knowing who she is. She lets him live without knowing what he is. Enemies by birth. Allies by necessity. Ruined by desire. Because in Sicily, there are no saints - only survivors.

10 years. One doorstep. Two childhood lovers meet again.