Lavinia,giovane studentessa di mediazione linguistica con il sogno di diventare sia giornalista sportiva che interprete. Cosa succederebbe se avverasse uno dei suoi sogni ed entrasse nel mondo del calcio?

"Znaš, pušenje je štetno." Miran glas mi se obratio iz udaljenog mračnog ugla. Ništa se ne vidi, osim visoke siluete i narandžastog sjaja upaljene cigarete. "To je najmanji problem," promrmljala sam i uvukla dim. Nasmejao se cinično. Mogla sam da čujem njegove korake kako mi se približavaju, sve dok nisam osetila temperaturu njegovog tela na svojim leđima. "A kako to?" Šapnuo mi je preko ramena, rukama se uhvativši za gelender ispred mene, zarobivši me svojim istetoviranim rukama. Progutala sam knedlu. "Zato što ćeš me ti ubiti prvi." // Natalija je unajmljena da fotografiše fudbalere, nadajući se da će joj to iskustvo pomoći da upadne na željeni univerzitet. Ali kada njen objektiv zabeleži više od treninga i utakmica, Natalija shvata da je "Duplicità" sve osim fudbalskog kluba. Prestravljena je i zarobljena.

"Continuo a soffrire, e sai perché?" "Dusan.." "Perché non riesco a smettere di amarti, dannazione"

! IN REVISIONE ! ✍🏻 Lui era un impetuoso e possente fuoco pronto ad incendiare tutto, impulsivo e ustionante. Non si annunciava mai. Arrivava in un lampo, esplodeva in rabbia, impulsività, gesti non controllati ed impeti che colpivano esattamente nel momento in cui prendevano forma. Lei era un freddo letale e tagliente, una mente analitica, strutturata. Una precisione chirurgica: era pura disciplina, selezione spietata. Incuteva timore, rispetto, silenzio. Un polo inesplorabile, che non solo gelava la pelle: la consumava. Visibilmente l'opposto, radicalmente la stessa, medesima natura distruttiva. #1 in fanfiction, 30.03.26! 🖤

"You hit me with a football. Then you left me money like I was some charity case." "You were glaring at me, I thought it'd help." Selin never planned on clashing with Barcelona's golden boy, Pedri González. She was supposed to stay professional and completely unaffected by the smug footballer with sharp words and guarded eyes. He was supposed to stay focused on football. But fate-and a shared stubbornness-had other plans. Between tense encounters that leave her breathless, stolen glances that linger too long, and a connection neither of them can explain nor ignore, Selin begins to realise something terrifying: She might just be falling for the one person she can't afford to lose. But in a world where every move is scrutinised and hearts aren't supposed to cross boundaries, how do you know when it's worth the risk?

CATARSIS: Del griego katharsis, liberación emocional, mental y física de aquello que pesa por dentro, hasta alcanzar un estado de alivio, transformación y verdad. Ferran había tenido que romperse por completo para volver a reconstruirse. Su vida se desmoronaba sin freno: una relación terminada, un club que empezaba a dudar de él y una sensación constante de estar al borde del abismo. Y entonces llegó ella. Aradia, la nueva psicóloga del club. La encargada de ordenar lo que otros daban por perdido, de escuchar lo que nadie quería decir en voz alta. Pero nadie le advirtió que, al intentar salvar a Ferran, también terminaría metiéndose en el incendio. Porque él no era un caso más. Y ella no era solo una profesional. Un fuego inesperado en medio del caos, capaz de encenderle lo que creía apagado y de arrasar, al mismo tiempo, con todo lo que intentaban mantener bajo control. Un vínculo imposible. Una tensión que no se puede ignorar. Una caída lenta hacia algo que ninguno de los dos debería permitirse.

𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗢𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲 - 17, neu in München, kleine Schwester von Michael - und damit eigentlich Tabu für jeden in seinem Team. 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗮 - Der Star. Der Golden Boy. Der Typ, den alle lieben - und der eine Freundin hat. Und trotzdem war da dieser eine Moment. Eine Sommerparty. Ein Kuss. Paar Berührungen, die uns beide fertig gemacht haben. Lang. Heftig. Verboten. Wir haben geschworen, es zu vergessen. Kein Wort zu Michael. Kein Blick zu viel. Keine Bedeutung. Aber was, wenn dieser Kuss alles verändert hat? Was, wenn ich nicht aufhören kann, an ihn zu denken? Was, wenn mein Herz jedes Mal schneller schlägt, wenn er meinen Namen sagt? Ich weiß nicht, was schlimmer wäre: Dass mein Bruder es herausfindet. Oder dass ich mich wirklich in ihn verliebe.

I mean hey, you didn't try and say: ' you don't have me' so I'm making progress right?" He asks and I laugh "Yeah at our wedding I'll be sure that I walk out to Frank ocean." I say sarcastically and he laughs We spent the next Hour and a half literally just talking about the most random things. The little things you never expect to know about someone, was literally what we talked about. And as much as I truly hate to admit, I loved every second of it. He was just one of the easiest people to talk to, he let me talk and he always knew how to answer. Most importantly he got my humor, and it was a twisted humor. I was slowly starting to give in and abandon my morals that I fought so hard to safeguard for almost 10 years Maybe opposites did attract

Eine Fortsetzung von „Heimspiel für die Liebe" ~ Jamal Musiala Vielleicht bedeutet perfekt nicht immer fehlerlos sondern einfach nur die Vorstellung die wir in unseren Träumen auch haben... vielleicht ist es bei Lilly und Jamal also doch gar nicht so fehlerlos sondern einfach Nur die perfekte Vorstellung