Traviesa I type into the search bar. In slang, travieso (or traviesa) means naughty, mischievous, cheeky, playfully bad - often used for children or pets... Children. Or pets. I roll my eyes at my phone. Fck btches get money I type next. A music video pops up almost instantly. I click it. The screen fills with flashing lights, bass heavy. Girls. drugs. money. My heart drops a little. No- a lot- when a girl in a tiny bikini starts twerking on him. 1,024,388 views. This is what gets a million views. Analyssa Vega is just trying to get through her last year in a new city, a new school, and a life that still doesn't feel like hers. Then there's Diego- a name people are starting to recognize, a song pushing past a million streams, and a mindset that doesn't slow down for anyone. She's an artist too. And once she steps into that world, it doesn't feel like something you can just walk away from. Everything around him moves fast- music, attention, late nights, people always watching. And for the first time, Lyssa isn't just on the outside of it. She's in it. But the deeper she goes, the harder it is to tell what actually feels right- and what she's just learning to accept to keep up. Because it's not just about him. It's about who she's becoming in a world that doesn't wait- and whether she can keep up without losing herself in it.

Five years ago, Emily became the villain to save Nathan's life. Now, he's back for revenge. To protect Nathan Tarne from ruin, Emily Bams took the blame for a betrayal she didn't commit and vanished into the corporate world of Dohan. She let him hate her because it was the only way to save him. An intense, billionaire second-chance romance filled with deep secrets and undeniable tension.

Amila, a burnt-out pop lyricist and Elias, a disgraced classical cellist, both flee to a remote glass cabin in the Athegul mountains to find silence. Instead, they find each other. ​Stuck together by a mountain storm, they agree to stay in total silence until the cabin's smart-audio system glitches, merging their private music libraries into one unchangeable stream. As their most guarded guilty pleasures and somber secret tracks play for both to hear, a wordless conversation begins. ​In the collision of his rigid classical world and her rhythmic soul, they discover that sometimes the only way to find your own voice is to listen to someone else's.

"You tire far too easily. Why is that?" he asks, tilting his head slightly. I remove my arm from his grasp, stepping away. "Enough," I demand, keeping my voice measured-yet he does not heed it. Instead, he follows after me, like an endless shadow, though it remains even during night fall. "No! Tell me," he says sharply, grasping my arm again. I tug as strongly as I can; it does little, for I am not at my utmost. After a futile effort to break free, my eye meets his. "Let me go, Cassian," I bite out each word through clenched teeth, but he will not relent. Instead, he tightens his grip. "Tell me, Elara," he presses, laying emphasis on each syllable. "Why? What will you do, bite me?" He leans toward me without warning, his blood-red gaze holding mine. "Are you offering?" His lips curl in an arrogant smirk. God, how I bloody loathe him. ‎·༻𐫱༺· Elara has always been her kingdom's unbreakable shield-fierce, devoted, and willing to die for those she loves. But a deathly illness forces her to face her own mortality, leaving her with one desperate choice to save her realm. That choice means traveling with the last person she wants near her: Cassian. Brilliant, quiet, and arrogant, the vampire loathes her just as deeply as she loathes him after a brutal incident from their past. As they journey together with a small group, surviving deadly trials while Elara's time runs out, they discover how dangerously compatible they are. As walls crumble and feelings ignite, Elara faces one terrifying truth: She might not survive the journey... and the vampire she hates most could be the one whose fangs reach straight into her heart.

When he stepped closer, I forgot how to breathe. His face was only inches away from mine, and I could feel his breath against my neck. I knew I should move away.I knew I should be scared.But for some reason, I couldn't.And that was my first mistake. if you like this type, 💯 read this story You won't regret 🎀

"Never look straight into the mirror. The people in there are your enemies." In the year 2030, a spaceship vanished from the sky. The world called it an accident. Generations passed. But the lie remained the same until a rebellious girl Akari finds a mysterious diary hidden away for years. As she turns the page, a terrifying sentence stares back at her. Nobody believes Akari's warnings-except Kage, the sarcastic neighborhood boy who refuses to leave her side. Trapped between the heartbreaking truth and peaceful lie, the choices become impossible. "I don't know what to do Kage, I don't wanna lose you, neither mama nor anyone else." In the dark running out of time, Kage looks into her eyes with a devastating vow: "I hope I could save you and die alone." But it is the fear in her mother's eyes that haunts Akari the most: "You won't do anything which will cost your life, promise me Akari." Mumma was frightened when she asked me to promise, I'm frightened too. The countdown begins, what will she do? - knowing that her action will erase everyone she loves, including her. Before her fingers hit the keys, she whispered in the air : "Sorry to break your promise, mumma." "I have a dream of becoming a pianist, but... what if I die early?"

Ty Gryaznaya - Teaser "You know that feeling when you're standing in the wings, and the orchestra hasn't started yet, and the audience is just a beast breathing in the dark? I live there. My name is Anastasiya Volkova. I dance at the Mariinsky. They say I'm beautiful. They say I'm gifted. They throw roses at my feet and call me sovershenstvo-perfection-like it's a blessing and not a curse I've worn since I was six. But here's the thing about perfection: it demands a price. And mine was paid long before I ever stepped on a stage. I don't talk about Siberia. I don't talk about the orphanage. I don't talk about the night my mother stopped dancing and never danced again. Those stories are mine. Locked in my ribs like a knife I refuse to pull out. But someone is watching me now. Someone who knows that the tutu is curse. That the spotlight is a confession. That when I dance, I'm not escaping anything. Tonight, after the last curtain, I found a black feather letter outside my dressing room door. And a note, written in a hand I don't recognize. Day mne ponablyudat' za toboy.... Let me watch you.... The theatre is empty now. The roses are wilting. But I can still feel eyes on me. And I think..I think I want them there. Because whoever they are... they don't just want to watch me dance. They want to see what's underneath. And I'm not sure even I know that anymore. Ty gryaznaya, the voice whispers in my memory . You are dirty.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙧, 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬-𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮. 🧬🧬🧬 𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊, 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊. He refers to me as Disease, not as a name but as a label. He claims I embody the pallor of death and have tainted their cell. The other two choose to remain neutral in this assessment. According to him, the three of us hold no significance in this prison; we are merely commodities to be consumed, traded, or used for the amusement of other inmates, with me being nothing more than a contagion spreading my affliction. The troubling truth is that he is correct- none of them are mistaken- but what he fails to grasp is the irony inherent in his statements. 🧬🧬🧬 Step into the far reaches of Kriarik-Keep, a formidable Galactical prison where Nina and her crew are facing charges of High Value Theft and Galactical Bio-warfare. With her home and her at husband stake, Nina has more to loose than that, and is prepared to go to extraordinary lengths to protect her hidden truth, even if that means unwillingly breaking- out Kriarik-Keep's four most notorious inmates. But what happens when a certain three have a plan of their own? What furture does that set out for our beloved Nina?