Heartbeats of Youth

Heartbeats of Youth

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Fiction
Romance
Friends to Lovers
Highschool
Slice of Life
Warning: One highschool year can ruin your life. Blaire Tammy N. Cruz, Section 10-Bonifacio's tropapips had one goal for her last year of highschool: enjoy her youth while she can. Ready to sail through struggles and hurdles of her teen-life crisis, she's determined to overcome every adventure in her own unique ways. But what ways must she do if her biggest task comes with her old childhood friend? Nickleon Hydes Abad, the oh-so- great boy now carries a cold, shallow heart. He's back to the Philippines with one thing in mind: find his dream, know his purpose. Even when it meant sacrificing all pride to the girl he once called his best friend. Reuniting one more time, hearts are tangled with stories intertwined. To new adventures, they face the unknown--- together this time. Will they fulfill their goals? Or will destiny be too much for a bunch of fifteen year old? This is the heartbeats of our youth. Mine. Theirs. And yours. Written in Tag-lish.
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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 Reserved

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