𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: Freya Skye Jones has one objective this summer: project supermodel. She wants to be undeniably gorgeous by the end of summer for her debut as an upperclassman. Her one obstacle: Malachi Daniel Barton. Her neighbor, and best friend since childhood. Nothing has ever been weird between them, they've always been close, and she sees him like a sibling. That was until this summer. Suddenly he's acting weird, and Freya can't seem to catch her breath around him. Between her epiphany, and his persistence, surviving this summer seems impossible.

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...

Freya has lived in Los Angeles since she was born, next to her mother's best friend Felicia and her family. Freya never got along with their son, Malachi Barton, but they have to work with each other whether they hate each other or not. The thing is they start realizing their hate was never... hate.

Malachi and Freya have been neighbours for four years, and for just as long, Malachi has made it his mission to tease her every chance he gets. Freya acts like she can't stand him, rolling her eyes and firing back whenever he annoys her, but deep down, she's had a tiny crush on him since the day they met. Malachi has a reputation for being a player, always with a new girl every week, but Freya has always been different. He has a soft spot for her, even if he'd never admit it. What Freya doesn't know is that Malachi has liked her too, but instead of telling her, he hides it behind teasing, smirks, and pretending she doesn't mean as much to him as she really does.

Descendants and Zombies franchises are colliding in a tour around the world. Lots of drama, tension, unsaid feelings, and a lot of chaos

✎ᝰ. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 Freya Skye and Malachi Barton had everything money could buy-designer clothes, private drivers, and last names that carried weight in every social circle. But being born into wealthy families came with strings attached. When a business deal between their parents needed a little extra "convincing," the solution was simple: pretend their children were dating. Neither Freya nor Malachi asked for this arrangement. She thought he was arrogant, he thought she was impossible, and the last thing either of them wanted was to share the same spotlight. But with both of them attending the same prestigious school, the façade became their daily routine. Keeping up appearances was supposed to be easy. Yet between whispered rumors, staged hand-holding, and the pressure of living under constant watch, lines began to blur. And soon, Freya and Malachi would find out that faking something in public doesn't always mean it stays fake in private.

Malachi had never believed in the idea of fate-not until the moment he first laid eyes on Freya. It wasn't anything dramatic. No slow-motion entrance. No perfectly timed background music. She was just there, quietly tucked into a corner of a bustling café, her attention fixed on a worn sketchbook and the lines she carefully traced across its pages. She didn't look around or try to be seen. She was completely content in her own little world-and that was exactly what made Malachi stop mid-step. There was something magnetic about her. The way she carried herself-calm, self-contained, almost unapproachable-wasn't from arrogance, but from an inner peace he couldn't quite understand. She wore headphones, one earbud in, the other draped over her shoulder like she couldn't decide if she wanted to be part of the world or escape from it entirely. To anyone else, she might have seemed like just another quiet girl minding her business. But to Malachi, she was an unanswered question he suddenly needed to solve. From that instant, it wasn't a matter of if he'd try to know her-it was how. Something in his gut told him this wasn't going to be easy. She didn't seem like the type to trust quickly. She had walls, and he could sense them. But something about her made him want to climb those walls, no matter how high they were. He hadn't even heard her voice yet. And still, Malachi knew: He needed to get close to her. He needed to know who she was. And he'd do whatever it took to make that happen.

One-shots about Fralachi in different scenarios

Two teen meet at a party one night, but somehow end up getting off the wrong foot driving a wedge between them, although they share many friends and get dragged into hang outs with the other there, they still cannot let go of the petty grudge between eachother. Until ...