The Anon
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One blog, one girl, two very different people. 17 year old Charlotte Knight has always gone unnoticed with her brother the star football player and his good looks to her brilliantly talented Aunt. She was shy, quite and reserved. But deep down she hated the world, was sarcastic and ridiculously attached to her computer, Chester. And what better why to reveal your inner self than with a blog. It was one post that changed her life. Soon people took notice of her. The girl who was outspoken, the girl who was funny, the girl who spoke the truth. But no one knows who she was and Charlotte gets into all kinds of trouble to keep her identity as the Anon. contains a lot of cussing because I have a bad case of sailor's mouth. Cover made by: @QueenEverdeen MAJOR FYI PLEASE READ THIS : okay i wrote this like my freshman year and this is absolutely horrible writing. there are so many grammar mistakes and spelling mistakes that i have to go through and edit. But if you still want to read it go ahead by all means.
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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. © All Rights Reserved

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