At twenty-six, Isradora finally has the world at her feet - and yet, she can't shake the feeling that something's missing. Selected for the 2023 World Cup, Isradora returns to the world stage stronger, older, and more determined than ever. But standing across the pitch is the woman she hasn't seen in years - Alexia Putellas. Cold. Distant. Familiar in a way that makes her chest ache. The only thing Isradora remembers from their tangled teenage past is a pair of hazel eyes, a soft accent, and the feeling of being wanted. Now, with the pressure of football, the weight of her past, and her madre back in her life after years apart, Isradora must face the truth she's buried for too long - about the father she lost, the memories she locked away, and the girl who might've never stopped loving her. Because the past always finds a way to return. Especially when it never really left. 25.09.96

Amelia Erisse Belivet possesses a mind that refuses to let go. Gifted-or cursed-with Hyperthymesia, she recalls every detail of her existence with absolute, photographic precision. Trapped inside a prison of her own making, she drifts through life unable to heal, haunted by shadows that feel far too consuming and heavy, until she meets Ms. Avri. A master of the canvas with a serene, magnetic intensity, Avri governs her classroom with command and discipline. While she is firm in her expectations, her gaze softens with a hidden, protective warmth the moment it lands on Amelia. Sensing Amelia's struggles, Avri takes a special interest in her, guiding her to use her painful memories as inspiration for her art, hoping to help her heal. But as their bond grows, Amelia is trapped in a terrifying war between what she knows and what her mind insists is true. Her logic fights a losing battle against instincts that scream of horrors she shouldn't know, leaving her drowning in uncertainty. If her brain is designed to record everything perfectly, why does she feel like a stranger in her own life? If your mind can lie... what else isn't real? Highest Ranking: #1 carolaird #1 hyperthymesia #1 txs

What will happen to Hannah Bellamy when the singular light in her life is blown out by her own questionable actions? Will she be able to rise to the occasion and play a beautiful symphony? Or will she allow the Broken Cords silence her forever?

Fanfiction - Alexia Putellas x Maëlle Lakrar... Because I love them both, why not ? "Don't fall for my sister." That's what Alba told her in Ibiza, right after they became best friends. Easy, right? Alexia Putellas - the best player in the world, private, untouchable - she wasn't even supposed to notice her. And she wasn't supposed to care. But then came the late-night talks. The mornings when it was just the two of them. The kind of silence that says more than words. She swore she wouldn't cross the line. Until she did. And once you cross it... there's no way back.

Rowan lives by a strict set of rules: Study hard, keep her head down, and never-ever-let someone in. She's a pro at building walls, but it only took one night of blurred lines and a reckless kiss with a supposed stranger to bring them crashing down. It was supposed to be a one-time lapse in judgment. A secret left behind in the dark. But the stranger isn't staying in the past. She's sitting at Rowan's Sunday lunches. She's the ghost in every room. She is the only person who challenges Rowan to figure out what she actually wants. But in a family built on loyalty, wanting her might be the one fight Rowan is destined to lose.

Fresh from captaining England to their historic Euros victory, Leah Williamson should be revelling in the moment. The parades, the interviews, the celebration at Buckingham Palace-she's the face of a nation's triumph, the captain whose name is on everyone's lips. Ashley West has no intention of being there. A rising star on the West End stage, she's been dragged to the Palace celebrations by her best friend Emma, reluctantly swapping rehearsals and quiet evenings for a world of roaring football fans and champagne flutes. She plans to stay at the edges, unseen, until the night is over. Then, by sheer chance, Leah nearly collides with her outside the Palace gates. A tangle of apologies, a shared laugh, and a glance that lingers far too long for two strangers. Leah is captivated-by Ashley's warmth, by her refusal to be dazzled by fame, by the way she feels like a breath of calm in a night full of chaos. As Leah's world hurtles forward in a whirlwind of media demands and Ashley's in the unforgiving spotlight of the stage, they find themselves meeting in the spaces between-late-night conversations, stolen coffees, quiet corners where the rest of the world can't reach them. But with their lives pulling them in opposite directions, can a footballer bound by the pitch and a performer bound by the stage find a way to write a love story that lasts beyond the final whistle?

A red nova occurs when two stars come so close that they merge into one. In the end, a single, larger, and brighter star remains, while the other is absorbed. What happens when Barcelona wants to make the club spirit more powerful and makes the Football and Basketball meet on a preseason week. Disclaimer: Barca CBS (women basketball team) wasn't renewed yet due to no agreement found, as the team don't exist in that season 2025-2026 all the players will be fictive and it'll be planned that they're in first division still

What happens when Rebecca kisses a woman in a bar who turns out to be her new english teacher?

Valentina Addington: the Goddess of England. Alexia Putellas: La Reina of Spain. Two formidable midfields that has shaped a generation of football. On the pitch, they were unstoppable, reading the game with impossible clarity, bending matches to their will, and meeting each other time and time again. They know each other's strengths and weaknesses. But what happens when the boots come off and the stadium lights fade? What happens when Valentina and Alexia are no longer icons, no longer leaders, no longer legends just two women sharing a single night where nobody expects perfection? Stripped of the pitch, the pressure, and the personas the world demands of them, they discover something neither ever anticipated: a connection that feels startlingly real. A bond that doesn't care about borders, rivalries, or the weight of a nation's hopes. A bond that might just be stronger than football itself. For one night, they aren't the Goddess and the Queen. They're simply Valentina and Alexia.

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)