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"I fucking hate you." I growl, my fists balling at my sides as I restrain from punching his perfect face. He grins, his snowy hair falling in his eyes as he advances me, his irises glistening with mischief. "Oh, yeah? Come on, Florence. Show me just how much you hate me." -----«•»----- Maeve Florence and Miah Black both go to Oceanside Highschool in Oceanside, California. Maeve and Miah have known each other since pre-school; they were practically best friends. And then came eighth grade. They both hit puberty and while Miah got tall, lanky, pimply, and awkward, Maeve got to her height's breaking point, filled out, snappy, and opinionated. To say that they didn't get along would be an understatement. Maeve caught feelings for Miah and pushed him away, acting as if she was annoyed by him. If she would have known that her 'annoyance' turned into true annoyance later on, she would have never let Miah leave her sight. Now, it's senior year and Miah is the popular lacrosse player while Maeve is a part of the dance team. Oh, how she hates dancing before each of his games. Watching his smug face as he sees her dancing for his team-it kills her ego. All Maeve can manage to think is how she would love to smash his face in and carry on with her senior year. Miah won't let that slide. -----«•»----- WARNING: Mature Content, Mature Language, Sexual Content, Trigger Warnings, Sensitive Topics, etc.
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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 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 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 © 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. © All Rights Reserved Updates: at least once every 2 weeks (hopefully more)

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