Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"You're his daughter." Benny stated to himself. "Bingo." "Do you play?" He asked, and you shot him a stare. "Bingo?" You replied, sarcastically. He smiled at the board, before tipping his hat and head upwards. "Chess." Life wasn't easy growing up with a chess Grandmaster as a father; it's even more difficult when you find out you could be better than him at his own game. Benny helps you realise that potential.

come on, baby, don't you hurt me anymore, i'm not the same way that i was before. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇. . . 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 has spent as long as she can remember hopelessly pining over 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬, one of her older brothers dearest friends. her crush is nothing but a stupid, life-consuming pointless one, seeing as chris is one of their towns biggest players. he has a new girl on his arm every week, it seems, blissfully unaware of how it breaks destiny's heart more and more every time. just as she decides that it's time to finally get her life together and move on, he has an epiphany. he, of course, begins the realization that it's been her all along the longer that he has to watch her pursue someone else. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❝ you've ruined me, des. your lips won't leave my head. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 💌 DISCONTINUED CHRIS STURN X FEM!OC © louis-core published 2023! mature themes + strong language

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

DISCONTINUED AS OF NOW ❝ why are you laughing? we're literally fucked. ❞ ❝ it's just funny how you thought we wouldn't get caught. ❞ a three-time grammy winner and a rising football star. their paths were never supposed to intertwine. especially considering the fact that the last time they were in the same place at the same time, they didn't even make eye contact. chris had always had a crush on america's sweetheart. who didn't? lucky for chris though, his social media post from months prior came to haunt him in the best way possible. an interview where he shamelessly talks about his crush goes viral and odessa sees it. alessia, totally over her ex, decides to finally go for someone more her type, and slides into chris' dms. as their online banter turns into something more, they have to figure out how to handle each other, fame, and their own dreams. unfortunately, their reputations just complicate things a whole lot more. ❝ big reputation, big reputation ooh, you and me, we'd be a big conversation ❞ STARTED 10 / 31 / 2023. CHRIS STURN X FEMOC