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nightwalkerr 's review for:
Lilah
by Ashlyn Montgomery
emotional
funny
lighthearted
relaxing
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
Grumpy x sunshine, hates everyone but her, fbi, wattpad, age gap
MMC: Grey Alexander; 25
FMC: "Azalea Delilah Carson (Lilah); 19
It’s not the best writing, storyline or edited but it’s one of my fave comfort reads.
She asked his fave color “I'll help you then," I decide. "What color do you find yourself most content looking at?" I question like some sort of therapist. "Green," he says shortly. "Poop green, tree green, traffic light green, light green," I list off as we come to another light. He looks over at me. He peers into my eyes for a minute. "Emerald." "Oh, like the birthstone?" I smile. His eyebrows furrow in the littlest of bit before they return to normal. "Sure," he answers. My stomach growls a little bit.”
She gave him her scrunchie to wear of his wrist so he can fidget with it
"Now c' mon," he urges and I plant my feet again. "What's the deal?" he huffs out and I fiddle with my fingers. He grabs them to get me to stop. "No one likes me," I start quietly, "those people won't either." "And I'll punch them in the fuckin' dicks. Quit being bashful because you know you're not, let's go," he says and although he threatened a whole bunch of peepee's he made me feel a bit better. I sigh and unplant my feet.
MMC: Grey Alexander; 25
FMC: "Azalea Delilah Carson (Lilah); 19
It’s not the best writing, storyline or edited but it’s one of my fave comfort reads.
She asked his fave color “I'll help you then," I decide. "What color do you find yourself most content looking at?" I question like some sort of therapist. "Green," he says shortly. "Poop green, tree green, traffic light green, light green," I list off as we come to another light. He looks over at me. He peers into my eyes for a minute. "Emerald." "Oh, like the birthstone?" I smile. His eyebrows furrow in the littlest of bit before they return to normal. "Sure," he answers. My stomach growls a little bit.”
She gave him her scrunchie to wear of his wrist so he can fidget with it
"Now c' mon," he urges and I plant my feet again. "What's the deal?" he huffs out and I fiddle with my fingers. He grabs them to get me to stop. "No one likes me," I start quietly, "those people won't either." "And I'll punch them in the fuckin' dicks. Quit being bashful because you know you're not, let's go," he says and although he threatened a whole bunch of peepee's he made me feel a bit better. I sigh and unplant my feet.