Never Untouched

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

After turning twenty-one, Maya sets out to find the birth mother who might explain everything. A violent encounter with a mysterious man plunges her into a darker world. He is as haunted as she is-fierce, damaged, terrifyingly tender. Their chemistry is immediate and volatile: refuge that threatens control. As Maya digs into the past, buried secrets fracture her identity and force impossible choices. Trauma refuses neat endings. Love becomes both lifeline and liability-can redemption survive, or will the darkness destroy them both? What will Maya uncover about herself and his past as she tumbles down this dark path? Is he her safe place to land? Chapter 23 Peek: "Maybe start with no more lying to her?" Miles butted in, his glare sharp enough to cut, the frustration rolling off him in waves. "Easier said than done, and you know that, Miles." I took another long drag off the cigarette, the smoke burning down my throat but doing nothing to loosen the knot in my chest. "Yeah, doesn't mean I don't believe you both should've been more honest," Miles shot back, shrugging like he was trying to play it casual, but his jaw was tight, and his eyes stayed locked on me, daring me to argue. "Trey just loves getting in the way and dividing people," I growled, the words coming out rough. "He singles out the weak and isolates them until he can strike. I'm not saying Maya is weak, because she's fucking not, but this motherfucker has done nothing but manipulate her." "I don't disagree with you, but this is on you, too, Gray." Miles' voice dropped, cold and direct, the frustration finally cracking through. "You fucked up - don't just blame it on the narcissistic psychopath. So does that mean if she asks us to stop keeping watch, are you going to give in?" "Well, I wouldn't really have much of a fucking choice, now would I?" I sighed, rolling my eyes as I finished the beer, the empty bottle suddenly feeling too light in my hand.

Kendall has always lived a quiet life in a small town in Illinois with her family, friends, and boyfriend Jordan. Her life had been mostly happy other than when her best friend moved away when she was 10. It took her years to get over that loss. Then several years later, tragedy struck when her father passed away suddenly and Kendall was forced to move with her mom closer to Chicago where she could find a job to support the two of them. Little does Kendall know that she is in for the surprise of a lifetime. From the book.... As he catches up to me, he grabs my arm swings me around and with one swift movement he ushers me into a nearby empty classroom with the lights off. He cages me in against the wall. His close proximity is making me dizzy and my mind is thinking very dirty thoughts. Wait no. I can't think like that anymore. "Kendall." He says hungrily. "You are mine and only mine. You drive me wild and no one else can have you." He says as he attacks my lips. It feels so amazing I can't help but kiss him back. I run my hands through his beautiful hair and he groans into the kiss. Man I don't want this to ever end. I feel drunk on him. I don't think I can let him go. He stops suddenly to finish his thoughts. "No one can make you feel like this. Or kiss you here...." He says as he kisses down my neck. I moan and he smirks pulling his face impossibly close to mine. "..or touch you." He says as he takes his hand and brushes it lightly down my arm and he snakes it back around my back pulling me even closer if that is possible. He finally stops at my ass which he squeezes delightfully and I hum in response. Warning: Contains graphic sexual content. Read at your own discretion. You will not be warned ahead of time. This is your only warning.

Leah: I moaned from how delicious his lips were. They were ethereal, but it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I tried moving my hands but he grabbed them and held them firmly above my head against the headboard. "Keep it there". He ordered. "Now listen to me, baby. I'm going to make love to you and then fuck you so hard until my name is all your can scream and your voice is gone". I whimpered and nodded frantically. ********* Brandon was my best friend from childhood and I have been in love with him for many years. But everytime I tried to express my feelings, I tap out like a coward. I'm thinking I need a push. Brandon: Fuck me! She was the most beautiful girl to me. I know Leah loves me and damn if I don't love her too with every fibre of my being but I couldn't claim her as mine. Yet. Why? Because I made a promise to her parents. But once Leah turns eighteen, all bets are off. *Mature content*

"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk. My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin. "Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record. He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me. Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow. "You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away. ~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.

[COMPLETE] Sorry this may be cringe, it was written very long ago A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet. How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection. ~ Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips. "What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice. Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm. Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously. With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker." ~ ❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised. Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

[COMPLETE] They say weddings are eventful, to say the least. Anything could happen. What I didn't expect however, was him. My mistake. It's been years since we last spoke- he drives me crazy, in ways no one else has. Being back home and reunited with old friends, was about to get messy. ~ "Morning sleeping beauty," He drawled, leaning against the counter mixing his protein shake vigorously. "Well then you must be the beast and not the prince." I retorted, rummaging through the pantry for some granola I could have with greek yoghurt. "Yeah," he shrugged. I put my bowl and ingredients on the table and frowned. Did... he... just agree with me? "In the gym, in the office... and definitely in bed," he winked. Oh. There it was. He's so full of himself. I rolled my eyes, proceeding to make myself breakfast. It's too early for this. ~ Follow along as two individuals encounter each other once again as adults, whilst their teenage histories shadow over them with every step. Teen & New adult themes Started 19/11/18 - Finished 25/02/19 ❗️Contains explicit language and mature scenes. Reader discretion advised. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

Tamara thought she had left her past behind-escaped the shadows, the fear, the man who tried to destroy her family. But moving to Los Angeles isn't exactly a fresh start... it's a city of secrets, new challenges, and unexpected love. With her resilient mother and little brother by her side, Tamara navigates high school, friendships, and the heartbreaks of growing up-while trying to keep her past buried. And then there's Jay... her longtime friend from Paris, who knows parts of her story she thought no one could ever see. In a life where every choice matters, can Tamara rewrite her destiny without losing herself-or her chance at love?

A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult