Cassian
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Last published Sat, Aug 9, 2025
Grumpy x sunshine
She grabbed my hand and shoved it between her thighs-tired of my teasing.
She was already wet.
I froze.
Not a word. Not a sound. Just that slow, wicked burn crawling through my veins.
"Cerisette..."
She looked up at me, breathless and bold-my soft girl, gone without a trace.
Then she whispered it-barely audible, barely sane.
"Please, Osito."
And I lost every ounce of control I had left.
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Cassian died.
Heart stopped. Flatlined. Lights out. Game over.
But fate wasn't done. It spat him back out-breathing, blinking, broken.
He thought dying was the hard part.
Turns out, living with the weight of coming back is worse.
Then came her.
Red curls, chaotic joy, and an unshakable belief that even cookies deserve emotional support.
She doesn't save him.
She just makes him wish he never tried to leave a world with her in it.
And that?
That's the scariest part
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VELOCITY
She steps around me, hips swaying like a predator's, her helmet fixed forward but her voice stalking me like a shadow. Slowly, deliberately, she slides one gloved hand down the metal tab of her fireproof suit. Her fingers curl around the zipper by her throat. With a tug, it dips lower over her chest. Not just a few inches, no, all the way. The neckline plunges into shadow, nothing hiding the fact that she's crossed the line from race-ready to reckless. From fierce to fucking dangerous. I lean in, my other hand rising. I press my fingers to the collar of her suit. Right at the edge where the zipper ends. Her breath catches, and even through the helmet, I hear it. "You wanna flirt, fine," I say. "But if you're going to look death in the eye and laugh, you better be ready for someone to call your bluff." I drag the zipper back up. "Maybe I want someone to call it," She says silkily. I don't let go of her wrist. Instead, I lean just a little closer, my voice barely a thread. "Then stop hiding behind helmets." -------------------------------------------- Even through the thick smoke, the helmet, through the roar of the engines- he sees her. Not 𝙀𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, the composed girl with the gentle eyes and kind smile. 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮. The ghost who races like a warning, the myth with steel in her veins. The one who's been haunting the streets and humiliating his crew, one win at a time. And he's obsessed.
My Obsession #2
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Love in paradise
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Damien's Obsession
Damien's head tilts slightly, then he turns toward me - slowly, purposefully, like a predator pivoting to a new prey. My pulse hammers against my throat. That grin of his blooms across his face, slow and wolfish. It looks wrong on him - or maybe it's just too right. "If you believe, even for a second, that your insult from earlier will go unanswered..." his voice drops to a near purr, "...you're in for a very rude awakening." My back finds the closed apartment door before I even realize I'm moving. The cool surface of the wood presses into my spine as his shadow swallows the light between us. I can't move. I can't speak. His frame fills my vision, his scent closing around me. He leans in, slow enough for me to feel each inch of air he steals. His breath fans across the bare skin at my neck. My eyelids flutter heavy and half-closed as I feel him inhale deeply, savoring me. He stops just shy of my ear - close enough that every nerve there screams for contact. "I wonder," he murmurs, voice like heat and smoke, "if you taste as good as you smell." He drags his breath across my neck, deliberately slow, like a fingertip tracing the edge of a blade. Each exhale scorches a trail down my skin until he's at my other ear. "Just you wait..." he says, quieter now, more dangerous, "...your punishment will be ten times as painful as this." She stalked him. He found her. Now obsession is a game neither can escape. Persephone's quiet life shatters when Damien Veylor-a tattooed hacker with a dangerous smile-discovers her secret. What begins as punishment ignites into something darker: control, desire, and a fire that could consume them both. She should run. But when the man you've only fantasized about finally looks back... running is the last thing you want to do.
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
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***COMPLETED*** (UNDER PROCESS OF EDITING) "Sooner or later you will fall for me, I know it. You will be begging for my touch and kisses. You'll see." ~~~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 Raven loves the hunt, the thrill of killing those who have done wrong in the world. Her mind quiets and her body buzzes with pleasure of watching the life fade from her victims eyes. She knows there can never be another pleasure better than this. The world is her playground and she's the Devil ready to play. But then she saw him. An Angel. A beautiful, innocent Angel with golden hair. She was wrong, there is something better than killing and she's finally found it. She must have him, no matter what it takes. Even if he doesn't know it yet, he's hers. The predator and her little prey. Forever. But then something or someone gets in the way. Her dark, twisted past and a new serial killer is here to destroy everything. It's the ultimate game of who will make it out alive... or dead. ~~~ For ages 18+ ‼️Warning: this story contains graphic details of violence, gruesome details of murder, sexual content (good amount of it), swearing, dark thoughts, contains details of all kinds of abuse. You've been warned. Story is not perfect. Definitely needs editing from BEGINNING towards the MIDDLE. chapters: 1-15 have been edited. not the rest yet. it will take a while Best rankings- 🖤#1 in goodboy (1/24/21) 🖤#1 in badgirlinlove (2/1/21) 🖤#1 in psycho (12/8/22) 🖤#2 in badass (12/8/22) 🖤#1 in Alex Pettyfer (11/1/22) 🖤#9 in Megan Fox (9/20/21)Complete
Unintended Consequences
"You just have no idea." His voice was thick with restraint. "W-what," I breathed. His gaze flicked to my lips as his thumb stroked again. The calloused pad against my soft flesh sent goosebumps down my arms. His once warm eyes were dark as they lifted and bared into my soul. "What you do to... men." His husky whisper weakened my knees. I almost fell but his other hand settled on my hip, pulling me closer to him. "What you do to me," he added on a breath. The hand on my jaw shifted. His fingers left trails of tingles as he slipped them back slowly, under my earlobe and into my curls. *************************************************** As a young girl, Charlotte Avery's favourite pass time was daydreaming about her Prince Charming: Archer Johnson. She never stopped to consider that Archer was her brother's best friend.. Or that he always appeared severely creeped out by her attention. On her 16th birthday, Charlotte received a harsh reality check. Realizing just how embarrassing she had been acting, she swore to never make a fool of herself in front of Archer again. The problem? She is about to head to college and unfortunately it's the same school where Archer is currently the star quarterback. Follow Charlotte during her first year at USC as she juggles new experiences, social anxiety, family drama back home, and avoiding Archer. These are the unintended consequences of an embarrassing childhood crush. *************************************************** Top Ranks: #1 - Hot #1 - Collegeromance #1 - Brothersbestfriend #1 - Football #1 - Brooding #1 - Slowburn #1 - Quarterback #1 - Athlete #2 - Newadult #2 - Player #5 - Badboy #73 - Romance ***************************************************Complete
The Fool
"But he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose" *** ExTrAcT "We're role-playing Sunshine, think of it as inspiration for your essay. You can explore different fantasies! Not sexual of course..unless you want to, then I'd totally be down but I don't think I'm really into the whole public kink so we'd have to go somewhere priva-" Aurora was cut off when a hand grabbed her throat and pulled her up to where she was staring directly at Synns chest. The boy was clenching his teeth to the point where he could hear them grinding, trying to refrain himself from doing god knows what to this girl. Auroras body relaxed after a second and she gave a lazy grin. "So hot" "You are so infuriating"Complete
𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥." Cassian's voice was a husky whisper against Seraphina's ear, his fingers moving deep inside her as her back arched helplessly against the wall. The air was thick, the danger sharper than the pleasure tearing through her body. Her husband was only a room away. "Be a good little slut for me," Cassian murmured, lips brushing her throat, "or Lucian will hear you, and then he'll know exactly who owns you." Seraphina bit down on her lip, muffling the cry that threatened to break free. Her heart hammered in her chest - guilt, desire, fear - all colliding at once. It was madness, sin, everything she swore she'd never do... and yet she couldn't stop. Not when Cassian's touch felt like salvation. **** Seraphina thought she had married her dream man. Lucian Veyron, the dazzling billionaire who swept her into a fairytale romance, promised her forever. But after the vows, he became a stranger - cold, cruel, and determined to make her life miserable. Then the accident happened. Seraphina wakes in a private ward, nursed by gentle hands and soothed by a voice that calls her beautiful, a man who worships her body like she's his only prayer. But he isn't her husband. He's Lucian's identical twin - Cassian Veyron. Cassian is everything his brother isn't - tender, protective, dangerously addictive. When she's stronger, they return home with Lucian confined to a wheelchair, Cassian moves into their mansion to help. Now Seraphina is forced to live under one roof with the husband who broke her... and the brother who makes her burn. Every glance across the dinner table is fire. Every secret touch in the hallway is temptation. Every stolen night feels like a sin she never wants to escape.
She steps around me, hips swaying like a predator's, her helmet fixed forward but her voice stalking me like a shadow. Slowly, deliberately, she slides one gloved hand down the metal tab of her fireproof suit. Her fingers curl around the zipper by her throat. With a tug, it dips lower over her chest. Not just a few inches, no, all the way. The neckline plunges into shadow, nothing hiding the fact that she's crossed the line from race-ready to reckless. From fierce to fucking dangerous. I lean in, my other hand rising. I press my fingers to the collar of her suit. Right at the edge where the zipper ends. Her breath catches, and even through the helmet, I hear it. "You wanna flirt, fine," I say. "But if you're going to look death in the eye and laugh, you better be ready for someone to call your bluff." I drag the zipper back up. "Maybe I want someone to call it," She says silkily. I don't let go of her wrist. Instead, I lean just a little closer, my voice barely a thread. "Then stop hiding behind helmets." -------------------------------------------- Even through the thick smoke, the helmet, through the roar of the engines- he sees her. Not 𝙀𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, the composed girl with the gentle eyes and kind smile. 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮. The ghost who races like a warning, the myth with steel in her veins. The one who's been haunting the streets and humiliating his crew, one win at a time. And he's obsessed.
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