My Beautiful Disaster

My Beautiful Disaster

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Starting over is never easy. But sometimes it needs to be done. Sometimes it might be the only thing that pushes the past away. Nyla has had enough of her past and the dark nightmares that keep shrouding her shoulders like a thick cloak she can shrug off. As she starts her new life she tries to wipe the board clean but discovers soon that it's easier said than done. With her past lurking behind every corner, Nyla has trouble trusting certain people around her, instead keeping all her secrets to herself. But how long can she keep going until things are going to explode. Will she learn that she doesn't need to through this battle on her own and that it's okay to ask for a little help once in a while? But who's going to answer her screams when no one can hear them but her. How many demons does she have to fight back that make her so exhausted My Beautiful Disaster is a story about romance and darkness and finding your way back to the light. A journey many walk during their life. This is a story about finding your way back and realizing where you want your path to go. And then you walk that path, not alone, but with the people who care about you by your side.
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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. © All Rights Reserved

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