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His Worst Mistake
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Ongoing, First published Oct 22, 2025
Mature
4 new parts
Hate was supposed to protect me. But it never did.

The night August Hayes shattered my brother's skull, he shattered something in me, too.

One year later, I'm not the girl I used to be. The girl who was naive enough to ever want him.
Now, he's back on campus, clinging to his last chance. Mandatory therapy, or he doesn't graduate.

And I'm the unlucky intern assigned to his case. 

He's violent. Dangerous. A walking reminder of all the damage done to my family. 

I'm supposed to help him manage his anger. 
But instead, I keep wanting to see what happens when he loses control.

They say healing is supposed to be messy.
But they never said it could feel like this.

Hate was supposed to be easy. But it never is.

Some scars you can't see. And there are some scars that you just can't stop touching.


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Updates every Friday!

Enemies to lovers
Bad boy x good girl
Dark sports romance
Forced proximity
Brother's enemy
MMA
Tensionnnn
Forbidden

Started: October 23, 2025
Finished:
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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