Lewis Hamilton's greatest pride isn't the seven world titles, the records, or the legacy carved into Formula 1 history. It's his daughter. Leah Hamilton. She's dominated every category she's touched, silenced doubters year after year, and finally clawed her way into Formula 1 on pure talent and relentless drive. The paddock watches her like a storm rolling in-unstoppable, electric, inevitable. But somewhere between race weekends and late-night debriefs, Leah does the one thing Lewis never planned for. She falls in love. With Lando Norris. Charming. Cocky. Infuriatingly immature. Always smiling at the worst possible moments. Everything Lewis Hamilton cannot stand wrapped up in one McLaren driver. To the world, it's a headline. To Lewis, it's a nightmare. Because protecting his daughter is one thing-but watching her give her heart to a man he doesn't trust might be the hardest race he's ever had to run. And this time, there are no lap times, no flags, and no trophies to save him.

To the world, Charles Leclerc is the sun. To Max Verstappen, he's a high-profile headache he doesn't have time for. Max is the invisible hand that makes the lives of the 1% perfect, and his rule is simple: no new clients, no high-maintenance egos, and no distractions. But Charles isn't used to being told "no," and he's decided that the only man who won't look at him is the only man he needs. In a world of fake smiles and paid loyalty, the hardest thing Max might have to fix is himself.

It's basically the story of Patrick Jane, our favourite Mentalist of all time, falling in love with a complicated 17 years old girl. This story takes place before killing Red John and there is no Jisbon unless wanted. And his daughter survived but his wife is dead. :)

જ⁀➴ ❝ 𝒅ont even try to give me shit , 𝒊've earned the right to be like this ❞ © verstappyn

Three years ago Oscar broke Daisy's heart. They each believed that the other had moved on, but when the universe forces them back together at a crucial point in his career old feelings resurface and they both discover things aren't quite what they seem.

Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐⚠️ : 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 (𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐) Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc were never supposed to fall in love. Tricked by a sleazy broker into sharing a tiny canal house in Amsterdam, their days explode with furious arguments and their nights disappear into raw, no-labels sex. Charles is drowning in denial as he has a secret girlfriend waiting in Monaco and clings to the same lie: "𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴." But Max is already, hopelessly and painfully gone in love. When a brutal misunderstanding at a wedding shatters everything, Charles flees back to his safe, picture-perfect life in Monaco, leaving Max devastated and alone. Three months of silence follow. Now Charles stands outside their old canal house again, heart hammering, torn between the comfortable lie society expects of him... and the terrifying, all-consuming love he left behind. Will he finally tear down every wall and choose Max? Or will he slip back into the life he was always supposed to live? 𝓞𝓡 Will Charles return for the man he loves... or stay hidden forever?

I started writing this story mostly because I wanted Sass to finally have a girlfriend for goodness sake. Rose Harth ends up dead on the property of Woodstone Mansion, not quite realizing it at first and especially not especially coming to terms with it. She now has to deal with all of these new fellow ghosts, who are all quite strange. One of them she especially has personal beef with, Sasappis. She would be quite happy to avoid him for the rest of her ghostly life, but he just has to like the same chair near the window for sitting in the sun, doesn't he? This story is mostly a comedy but there will also be some fluffy romance (no smut). As I'm writing, I'm realizing probably gonna be a bit of a slow burn and also enemies to lovers.

(ᴄʙꜱ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜱ) After being marooned after breaking the laws of her people, a new ghost (a pirate, and a female one on top of that) joins the barebones property alongside a Viking (Thorfinn) and a Native American (Sasappis). The three watched as the land changed and developed, until eventually there were nine living inside the Woodstone Mansion. Life should be simple for Y/N since all her woes were nullified the second she died, except she can't stop the way her eye wanders to look at the Viking lad... (CBS Ghosts S1) (Second Person POV) (Requested Story)

Ella Barnes is dead. Killed by her fiance on the night they had planned to marry. In her own words she got "corpse brided". Perhaps she should have learned from her favourite movie, if a guy who you've only known for a short while asks to elope then you don't say yes. But she didn't and now here she is. Haunting Woodstone manor is what her afterlife has become. Yet she's happy. The ghosts there are an interesting bunch and somehow in death things are livelier than they were in her life. Not to mention there's him...Trevor. Somehow she falls for the douchey stockbroker. But hey, love works in mysterious ways doesn't it. Not to mention the...increasing affection she begins to feel for a certain pantless frat bro stock broker. Cover inspired by Secutegrxnde