The Elara Suite

The Elara Suite

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You are probably thinking what could go wrong with starting University, right? This is Christina! Trust me, It's chaos unfolding at the wrath of tsunami. With missing dorm application, blocked credit cards and assignments, a LOT of assignments. Right Noah? He nodded, don't worry about him. He is mad at me for setting his favorite shirt on fire... it's not my fault- the oven over heated and caught fire and it was the closest available thing. No one died. That's not the point, the point is, University might feel like a tsunami but even there are game nights, horrendous dares, skinny dipping, interesting blind dates, Friday night club parties and horrible hangovers. So, I hope you are ready for a tangle of uncertain fates hanging in balance. Welcome to The Arbor Valley University! Christina Adair and Noah Grey, two very different individuals who never see each other eye to eye whether it's breakfast or a debate on capital punishment. Yet they must tolerate each other for the next four years of their university lives together. To me, it's seems like a recipe of doom, but only time can tell if it's a success or an epic fail. started: 30/07/2024 finished:
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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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