❝𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨.❞ - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩: 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰... 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯.

It all started with a bet that was made by a very drunk Lando, who was apparently not kidding at all... One reckless night. One stupid game. One dare Oscar refuses to take. Lando's pride takes the hit - and by the time the party burns out, the bet is already sealed. Lando Norris bets he can make Oscar Piastri to 'like' him. Oscar only agrees to calm (drunk) him down. He doesn't expect Lando to remember it. He definitely doesn't expect him to mean it. But the next morning comes with a bouquet of roses, relentless charm, and a promise Lando is determined to win - one gesture at a time. It was supposed to be harmless. It wasn't. ; ) - Book 2 - (Can be read as a standalone) Prequel: -) Is This Love? - Book 1 - Rustappen

⚠️ If you choose to read this text, please treat it as a story about violence-something to be seen, named, and condemned, not affirmed. ⚠️ At St. Augustine's School, everything has its hierarchy-from the names carved into marble plaques to the seating in the cafeteria. Charles Leclerc, a scholarship student from a working-class family, knows that surviving here requires perfection. He has the talent, ambition, and determination to rise out of poverty. Max Verstappen, on the other hand, has everything Charles could envy: a name, power, money, and the loyalty of the school's elite. Between them grows something neither of them can understand-a mixture of desire, fear, and fascination that leads them to the edge of a precipice. In a world where the line between love and violence blurs more with each passing day, both will have to look in the mirror and ask themselves: can you love someone who has torn you apart piece by piece? And can you save someone who has never learned how to ask for help? ⚠️ Content Warning: ⚠️ This story pushes moral boundaries and addresses heavy, potentially triggering themes, including violence, toxic relationships, homophobia, manipulation, unrequited love, loneliness, and grief. It also contains vulgar language. The author's intent is not to glorify or normalize any form of violence. Every difficult, painful, and uncomfortable scene is purposeful-not meant to shock, but to highlight real issues many people struggle with in silence. All depicted situations are fictional.

Two princes. Two crowns. One secret that could change everything. Prince Max of the Netherlands-reserved, dutiful, and constantly questioning his place in the world-escapes incognito to the Mediterranean, hoping to find peace in solitude. He's come to terms with the idea that true love may never fit into his royal future. Prince Charles of Monaco is his complete opposite: charming, reckless, and trapped in the image of a playboy prince. Reeling from a heartbreak he can't shake, Charles seeks refuge far from the cameras and expectations. When a booking error forces the two royals to share the same luxury villa, tensions quickly rise. At first irritated by each other's presence, they soon realize they share more than just walls - unspoken fears, secret desires, and the weight of a legacy that makes love feel impossible. A modern royal tale about unexpected connection, identity, and the courage it takes to follow your heart-no matter the crown.

In a world where gods play favorites and monsters hunt in shadows, love might be the deadliest curse of all. Max, son of Ares, has lived his whole life under Hera's cruel blessing-a curse that destroys anyone who gets too close. He's the best fighter at Camp Half-Blood, feared for his temper and his blade. Then Charles arrives-a golden boy with a past he won't talk about, and anger he knows how to use. The gods whisper that Charles is the second half of the key to ending a threat older than Olympus itself. Thrown together on a quest across ancient ruins, and monster-infested roads, Max and Charles will face curses, trials, and the darkest corners of their own trauma. The deeper they go, the more the line between hate and something far more dangerous begins to blur. But with a god's legacy at stake and a curse that punishes every bond Max makes, falling for each other might not just be forbidden-it might be fatal. Percy Jackson AU

George Russell never wanted to get involved with Max Verstappen. It began with something small-a handkerchief pressed into his hand, a look that lingered too long. "Nuh-uh. I don't take back something I've already given away. So..." his gaze dropped briefly to the cloth before flicking back up to George's eyes. "You keep it." Max was relentless, always appearing where George least expected him, always asking questions George refused to answer. Every time George tried to push him away, Max only stepped closer, until George panicked and told the lie that changed everything. "I already belong to someone." Max's smile faded that day. George carried the weight of it in his chest, torn between the truth he couldn't say and the feelings he couldn't kill. Meanwhile, Carlos Sainz had his own storm brewing. His new rival, Charles Leclerc, wasn't just another name on campus-he was fire. Their first meeting ended in fists and insults, and from that moment, they were inseparable enemies. Every hallway became a battlefield, every shared space an arena for their sharp tongues and sharper glares. Yet beneath the anger was something neither wanted to admit-something that burned hotter than hate. "I hate you!" "Well. I hate you more, captain." Carlos told himself he despised Charles. Charles told himself he only wanted to win. But when their fights dragged them too close-pressed against lockers, words falling into silence-they both realized it wasn't victory they craved, but each other. Two stories unfolding in the same place. George, hiding his heart behind lies, while Max refuses to let him go. Carlos, drowning in rivalry, while Charles tears his world apart piece by piece. And somewhere between the fights, the lies, the jealousy, and the stolen moments, four boys find themselves caught in the kind of chaos that feels a lot like love. "I've tried hating you, forgetting you, replacing you-but still, I want you."

St. Edwards is a world of golden opportunities and silver spoons. For Oscar, it's a battlefield. Armed only with a scholarship and a dream to change his life, Oscar tries to stay invisible. But invisibility is impossible when your roommate is Lando-charismatic, popular, and the person who inadvertently turns Oscar's life into a living hell by leaking his secrets to the wrong people. What starts as a cruel game of social survival quickly turns into something far more dangerous. As the bullying pushes Oscar to his breaking point, Lando begins to see the cracks in the boy he's supposed to hate. Between shared silences in their dorm room and stolen glances on the soccer pitch, a forbidden connection starts to spark. Lando was the one who started the fire, but now he's the only one who wants to put it out. To love Oscar, Lando will have to betray the only world he's ever known. To love Lando, Oscar will have to find the strength to forgive the boy who almost destroyed him. In a school built on status, their love is the ultimate rebellion.

Lando Norris is the campus celebrity-streamer, showman, always surrounded by laughter and admirers. Yet, no matter how many fans orbit him, his gaze fixes on one boy. He sneaks into classes he doesn't belong in, always with chocolate milk just for excuses, and blurts it out without shame. "I want you." Oscar Piastri isn't like the others. He's quiet, focused, an archer on scholarship who builds his life out of discipline. Where Lando is loud, Oscar is steady. Where Lando craves attention, Oscar avoids it. And every time Lando appears at his side, Oscar pushes him back. "What do you want from me this time?" Oscar demands, arms crossed. But things shift when Lando hits a breaking point-his manuscript thrown away, his heart cracked open in front of George and Max. Rumors flood the internet after a livestream slip, whispers of "Landoscar" spreading faster than either can stop. Oscar watches from the shadows, jealousy gnawing at him when Paul or even Kimi hover too close. He does things he swore he wouldn't. Saves the manuscript, copies notes for Charles just to get Lando's address. "I want-Lando's home address." Charles blinked in disbelief. "No. Nope. Not you. You'd never pull a stunt like this. You. Hate. Lando." But hate was never the truth. Jealousy was. Fear was. And when Oscar showed up at Lando's apartment, the walls finally broke. "O-Oscar...?" Lando whispered, clinging to the doorframe. And in the quiet of that moment, he admits the words he's hidden for too long. Oscar confesses, his voice trembling. Oscar wants Lando to choose him. Still. Always. And then-raw, unfiltered, aching- "I've lost. I've fallen for you. Again and again. I can't fight it anymore." Reality was messy, though. Promises whispered with hooked pinkies, nights tangled on the sofa in pajamas. "You're sure, none of this is from some stupid dare?"

Oscar Piastri was never supposed to matter. Quiet. Precise. Sharp. He moved through the world like a straight line-disciplined, steady, predictable. He didn't chase anyone. He didn't flirt. He didn't smile unless necessary. And yet, he kept finding Lando. A chocolate bar left on a desk. A sticky note in looping handwriting. A soft voice beside Lando's ear. "This is for you. Eat, please." Lando hated it. Hated the way Oscar seemed to anticipate his next move. Hated the hand that appeared just to shield him from bumping into corners. Hated the look in Oscar's eyes-slow, deliberate, almost gentle. One afternoon, under a sunlit tree, Oscar said, "Your star hairclip suits you. You look cute today." No one had ever watched Lando that closely. No one had seen past the showmanship, past the bravado. He pulled away. Snapped. Ran. Heart pounding, throat tight. And Oscar? He stayed. Patient. Quiet. Collecting the pieces of Lando's chaos like it was natural. The strangest thing, when others got too close to Oscar, Lando stiffened. His tone sharpened. "Why him? He doesn't even look at you properly." Oscar's voice was soft, patient. "Lando, why do you care?" "I... I don't. Just forget it," Lando muttered, looking away. He didn't care. But Oscar kept choosing him. In small ways, unnoticed ways, the kind that made Lando's chest tighten. If Oscar was pretending, Lando's heart might not survive. But if he wasn't, then maybe Lando was already falling. Hard. And he wasn't sure he wanted to stop.

"Dude, Spiderman was opposite the building again! He's been there so much recently, I'm starting to think he lives here or something." Oscar choked on a french fry, lightly patting his chest and grabbing his drink to wash it down. "Have you thought about the fact that he probably likes the area?" "No! He goes there with a hoodie and a backpack, he's probably on his way home or something! Could you imagine? Spiderman could actually live in the flats opposite us!" Lando exclaimed, turning his head to the window and he could slightly see the same building. The world now becoming suffocated by the increasing darkness, the sunset long gone. Oscar pinches the bridge of his nose, "I think you're reading into this way too much, mate." OR Lando is obsessed with the friendly-neighbourhood Spiderman and Oscar is his good best friend that listens. (Book cover was created by the lovely @VEBA5TIAN on twt ♡)