Eleanor - Captured In Fall
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In the heart of autumn, Claire Emerson finds herself enveloped in a season of quiet reflection. By day, she works as an archivist, piecing together stories from the past, but by night, Claire slips into vivid dreams that feel as real as the crisp autumn air. In her dreams, she meets a mysterious man named Ethan, whose presence is both haunting and comforting, filling a void she can't explain. Together, they wander through misty forests, abandoned lighthouses, and fog-shrouded bridges, forming a bond that transcends the barriers of reality. Ethan Grayson is a photographer and a self-proclaimed wanderer, always searching for something he's never quite found. When he begins dreaming of Claire, he's captivated by the unspoken connection they share, feeling as though he's finally come home. Each dream draws them closer, yet waking life keeps them apart, leaving them longing to turn these ethereal moments into something real. As autumn deepens, traces of their dream world begin appearing in reality-scenes from the mist, familiar melodies, and places they both recognize. Drawn by an invisible thread, Claire and Ethan embark on a journey to uncover whether their dream connection is merely a fantasy or a destined path toward love. With each new revelation, they face a choice: will they take a chance on an impossible bond or let the autumn winds scatter their dreams forever?Complete
We Sleep at Sunset (Ember 1)
His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright © 2018-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. Cover art: me © All Rights ReservedComplete
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We Dream at Midnight (Ember 2)
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. Cover art: me © All Rights Reserved
In the heart of autumn, Claire Emerson finds herself enveloped in a season of quiet reflection. By day, she works as an archivist, piecing together stories from the past, but by night, Claire slips into vivid dreams that feel as real as the crisp autumn air. In her dreams, she meets a mysterious man named Ethan, whose presence is both haunting and comforting, filling a void she can't explain. Together, they wander through misty forests, abandoned lighthouses, and fog-shrouded bridges, forming a bond that transcends the barriers of reality. Ethan Grayson is a photographer and a self-proclaimed wanderer, always searching for something he's never quite found. When he begins dreaming of Claire, he's captivated by the unspoken connection they share, feeling as though he's finally come home. Each dream draws them closer, yet waking life keeps them apart, leaving them longing to turn these ethereal moments into something real. As autumn deepens, traces of their dream world begin appearing in reality-scenes from the mist, familiar melodies, and places they both recognize. Drawn by an invisible thread, Claire and Ethan embark on a journey to uncover whether their dream connection is merely a fantasy or a destined path toward love. With each new revelation, they face a choice: will they take a chance on an impossible bond or let the autumn winds scatter their dreams forever?
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