Francesca Fort Garcia, Hector Fort's younger sister, has always been close to her brothers teammates.
From when he was just starting in La Masia, to when he started with the First team. But what happens when Pau Cubarsí, a new player from La Masia...
Good morning, good evening, and goodnight everyone!!
i would like to announce that i will be writing another fanfiction in continuation to Fortified!!!!!!
get ready for a hateful, slow-burn, enemies to lovers romance that will be sure to have you HOOKED.
Presenting......
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Guess who's back?????
Gavi. And he's mad as hell.
After the disaster with Mackenzie, the FC Barcelona star is looking for revenge, and Real Madrid's El Clásico loss is just the cherry on top. But what he doesn't expect? Adelina Ancelotti—daughter of his biggest rival's coach—watching him like she'd rather be anywhere else.
She's cold, sharp, and doesn't even try to hide her hatred for him. But Gavi? He's not backing down. What starts as icy glares and cutting words becomes a dangerous game of push and pull, one that might just burn them both.
Enemies. Rivals. Chaos. If you thought the rivalry between Barça and Madrid was bad, just wait until you see this.
Excerpt:
Gavi's POV
There she was.
Adelina Ancelotti. Leaning against the railing like she owned the damn stadium. Arms crossed, lips pressed into a tight line, and eyes brimming with the kind of disdain that should've rolled right off me. But it didn't.
Her look said everything: You're nothing. This win? Worthless.
I shouldn't care. I really shouldn't. But something about her made it impossible not to. Maybe it was the way she didn't bother hiding her disgust. Or maybe it was the fact that she stood there, watching us destroy her father's team, and didn't even flinch.
I raised my hand, four fingers out, and locked eyes with her.
Her jaw tightened, just a fraction. If I hadn't been looking, I would've missed it. She didn't look away, didn't glare back—just held my gaze with this cold, calculated look that screamed: You're a child.
Fine. She could think that. But I wasn't done. Not by a long shot.
Adelina's POV
He disgusted me.
Gavi. The golden boy of Barcelona. Standing there on the pitch like he'd single-handedly delivered their victory. Raising four fingers like he'd done something extraordinary. Like this wasn't just another match.
I hated him for it.
No—hate wasn't strong enough. I loathed him. Loathed his cocky smirk, his too-confident stride, the way he looked at me like I was supposed to care. Like I was supposed to react.
I didn't. I wouldn't.
But my blood boiled when his smirk widened, like he knew he was getting under my skin. My hands curled around the railing, and I forced myself to breathe. He wasn't worth my anger.
Except he was still staring, like he was daring me to break first.
I didn't. I turned away, ignoring the way my stomach twisted. He could keep his win. His smirk. His stupid four fingers. None of it mattered.
Except it did. And I hated him even more for it.
Well then, See you guys on the other side😉
Acknowledgments:
This is pathetic but I would like to thank my cats and my amazing friends for putting up with me these late nights that i have spent typing away at my keyboard.
I would also like to thank my sweet, sweet readers for reading and supporting this❤️ I honestly couldn't have asked for a better mini community to share my books with.
