Inciting Secrets

Inciting Secrets

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St. Farlington's Manor. The most prestigious boarding school in England. Veneered with disciple, prosperity and class, it also hides a dark underbelly of sordid activity. There's a rule breaker lurking in ever hallway, and I happened to stumble upon the worst one. Draven Whittemore. The self appointed, conceited king of SFM. Underneath his navy blazer, oxford loafers is a cruel elite. I despised him. Anger and hatred were held like a thread between us, both pulling on it recklessly. Arguments at prep meetings, and stolen glares present at all times. I vowed I'd never let him get away with his foolish antics. Him being my biggest enemy only ignited the fire in me; an ocean of abhorrence so deep, I couldn't let myself drown. He knows my secrets-uses them to keep me grounded channeling power over me with his wicked smirks, however I knew this. We have all something we're hiding, no one is innocent. It's only a matter of time before the demeanours crack and secrets are spilled. The cover is made by me! ©VanillaLust
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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

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