Fawn Oakley grew up terribly poor until over time her life drastically changed and now she's rich. Adjusting to the new lifestyle isn't very hard except for the fact that she's around other snobby ungrateful rich families all of a sudden. She doesn't click with the people nor does she ever hope to. Cal Hacker is someone Fawn would definitely think of as a huge rich asshole. To her, he is a stuck up rich asshole and and wants nothing to do with him. He's closed off and only ever talks to insult her. They want nothing to do with each other. Though they're much more similar than they might realize. Their paths cross and it does not look like they will be warming up to each other anytime soon. Or will they? After all, there is a very fine line between love and hate. Im shit at descriptions so just read it if u like enemies to lovers and a lot of tension. It's a SLOWBURN so beware.

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

"Look at them, enjoying life without you. I guess they favor your twin sister more than you that's why they gave you up, huh?" After thirteen years of endless torture and abuse at the hands of her captors and foster families, Natalia had grown to accept the fact that she has no one but herself to rely on. She made herself strong... too strong that she became someone she never thought she would be. A cold-hearted killer. A famous assassin known as Viper who is created by darkness itself. She was the art of darkness. At the age of nineteen, she stumbles upon people she never wished to see. Her biologicals. The people she despises the most for abandoning her, leaving her to die in the hands of the devils. But little did she know that the more she tries to escape them, the more destiny pulls them together. What's more when she gets herself mixed up with the man who she shares a love-hate relationship with. From untold feelings of love turns into small gestures of comfort and care. © 2022