The Smell Of Nostalgia

The Smell Of Nostalgia

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Violetta loved nothing more than her beloved grandmother - an invisible bond had connected them from the day she had seen the light of day. Magical stories of lovers in Paris caught in timeless letters and unbreakable friendships carried into the south of France had shaped her into the person she was today. And as time always did, it had snatched her grandmother away from her when she least expected it. Yet, Violetta wouldn't let her go. She couldn't. Not with all the letters her grandmother had read to her, not with all the letters that she wrote to her loved ones that had remained in France. Not with her soul still breathing and thriving in the alleys made of roses. There were too many secrets to be uncovered, so many ordinary things that would feel magical, and so many old letters that would smell new, filling Violetta with memories of a youth that was never her's. (painting found on tumblr, posted by blushing-bookworm)
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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 π’šπ’π’– 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 π’Šπ’•? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’”π’„π’“π’†π’‚π’Žπ’” π’ƒπ’†π’•π’˜π’†π’†π’ π’”π’Šπ’π’†π’π’„π’†. 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 Β© 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. Β© All Rights Reserved Updates: at least once every 2 weeks (hopefully more)

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