She was hired to keep him sharp. He was determined to prove he didn't need her. What started as sharp words and late-night clashes in the garage spirals into something neither of them can control. Between podiums, press scandals, and stolen moments behind closed doors, their rivalry turns into fire - and fire spreads fast. In the world's most high-stakes sport, where every second counts, they'll have to decide whether risking it all for each other is worth the crash. Max Verstappen x OC (Catherine Rowan)

-a Charles Leclerc fanfic- Keep the rain "Are you really having fun? Or did you like becoming what you hate?" - Athena Wolff is determined to be the best in Formula 1, no matter the obstacles-or the rivals. Charles Leclerc is her fiercest competitor on the track and her most complicated distraction off it. Years of rivalry and buried emotions collide as sparks fly between them, both on and off the circuit. But in a sport where every second counts and every decision could mean victory or defeat, will their passion bring them closer-or tear them apart? - TW: this story contains strong language, mentions of death and sexual scenes. English is not my first language so please excuse any grammatical errors. I do not claim to own Formula one or know any of the drivers. Everything they say and do in this story is made up.

Y/n Leclerc, sister of the famous f1 driver charles Leclerc, has been her brothers right hand person since forever. Being so close in age they have always relied on each other whenever they needed something. So, when y/n asked charles if she could spend the year with him away from the bad relationship she had just been in he asked her to join him in travelling with him to his f1 races. Growing up with a family who was deep into racing she knew that this time would make her feel better...in many ways.

"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

A high-stakes bet. A fiery rivalry. A love neither saw coming. ~ irl & social media

It's not love. It's obsession dressed in black and red

"Fuck you." Luke growled, his hands clenching into fists at his side. I rolled my eyes, flipping him the middle finger as I stepped back and readied to spin on my heels to leave. "Only in your dreams." I said. He suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the front of my shirt, fisting the fabric in his hands. I blinked in surprise, gasping as he suddenly yanked me up against him and our lips met in an angry kiss. "Luke?" I gasped out against his mouth, but he just growled against my lips and slammed me back against the side of his car. "Shut up." He muttered back. *** WARNING: This book contains smut! COMPLETED