"I live in Spain." "That's great?" (everything is fictional) (book 3 of the youngster series)

"are they good looking? like more good looking in person? please. you have to describe to me how good gavi looked." "i wasn't really focused on him." (everything is fictional)

"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚" LAMINE YAMAL X BLACK FEM

"𝘽𝙤𝙮, 𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄'𝙢 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡" ★ ″𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙤, 𝙤𝙝″ I don't own anyone in this story except the original characters! Most chapters are unedited btw Social media and real life fanfic Jude Bellingham x Tayla Reyes

❛ 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 got you mesmerized while i die . . . ❜

▬ All mine. ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ▬ All yours. 🇩‌🇪‌🇦‌🇳‌ 🇩‌🇮‌ 🇱‌🇦‌🇺‌🇷‌🇪‌🇳‌🇹‌🇮‌🇸‌ x OC 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼- 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙿𝚄𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙲

Camille Laurent grew up in a strict traditional family that taught her the world was divided into two kinds of people: black and white, and nothing in between. From her childhood, she remembers only discipline, silence and a pair of mysterious brown eyes that never left her mind. Now a famous celebrity makeup artist, Camille lives a life built on control and perfection, still shaped by her parents' expectations. Until she meets Michael Jackson...

He was the ninth Viscount Bridgerton and also a former "capital R rake." She was the thirteenth surviving child of King George III of Great Britain and Ireland and Queen Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz. She also happened to be a shelter princess. They seemed like an unlikely match... to most. Will she become his love match that he did not want at first? Or will she become the bane of his existence... and the object of all his desires? Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights. All rights go to the author of the books and Netflix.

Born from a forbidden love and raised under the watchful eye of royalty, Lilliana-the Queen's dazzling niece-was never meant to be ordinary. She speaks the harsh truth, walks with purpose, and keeps her heart guarded behind a thousand secrets. When she crosses paths with the charming big brother of her new friend, Lilliana finds herself entangled in a dangerous game. Anthony Bridgerton: sharp-tongued, stubborn, and impossible to ignore. What begins as a battle of wit and will, quickly turns into something more -a slow-burning tension that threatens to unravel them both. The next question lingers in the air, heavy with intrigue and possibility-Can love truly flourish this season? Only time shall tell, dear readers, and I think that even the most guarded hearts cannot escape the heave of fate.

She wasn't made for glass slippers. She was made for bruised knees, smeared mascara, and being told she's pretty with his hand around her throat. Kendra Knox was never anyone's princess. She grew up in a trailer with EBT cards, overdue bills, and a mother who treated her like competition. Fairytales weren't bedtime stories. They were lies people with money got to believe. Now she dances at Eden's Gate, wearing dollar store glitter and six-inch Pleasers, collecting rent one lap at a time. No carriage. No ball. Just blood, tears, and survival. Then he shows up. Not a prince. A problem. Marshall Mathers. Famous. Filthy. Untouchable. He doesn't ride a horse. He rolls up in a black Escalade, smells like smoke and sin, and looks at her like she's already his. He doesn't save her. He drags her into his world. A palace with no exits, a crown that cuts, and rooms that lock from the inside. He calls her beautiful while she's crying. Keeps her quiet with cash and attention that feels like violence. And she lets him. Because it's not love. It's not safety. But it's still better than going back to being nobody. This isn't a fairytale. It's a dirty one. And she wears her crown like a bruise.