Fanfiction of the miniseries Hilda Huracán. What would happen if you met your first love again? Hilda has a dark past that she has tried to hide. After four years of hard work, her life seems to be looking up, but just as she is about to begin a new romance, someone from her past reappears, a past she has tried to forget, putting her entire present at risk.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚...

╭────── · · ♾️ · · ──────╮ "𝑂 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑎, 𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒́𝑚 𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑎" | | | | | | | ☆ | | | | | ☆ | ☆ ☆ Mas como o roteiro da minissérie não foi Deus quem escreveu, irei rabiscá-lo um pouco! 𝑺͟𝒊͟𝒏͟𝒐͟𝒑͟𝒔͟𝒆͟: Uma releitura inspirada na minissérie "Hilda furacão" da TV Globo, este conto traz uma história não contada após o reencontro do casal principal "Hilda" e "Malthus". Na era da ditadura, em pleno Rio de Janeiro, esta história contará a vida do casal misturada à loucura dos anos de chumbo... Perdoem-me se algo estiver cronologicamente errado com a história, se houver erros ortográficos (escrevo rápido e às vezes não me policio nos erros) e se houver algum erro referente à história original. Obrigada por lerem! 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂̧𝐀̃𝐎: ☆ ┊ Pode conter algumas cenas picantes. ☆ ┊ Esta obra é completamente amadora, aquela a quem vos fala nunca escreveu uma história antes, então peço muita paciência 🙏🏻 ☆ ┊ Essa história se passa paralelamente aos acontecimentos reais ocorridos no Rio de Janeiro. ╰────── · ·‧.° ࿐ ✰˚｡ 💭 ‧.° ࿐ ✰˚｡· · ──────╯

Flor Ferreira, a brilliant and dedicated journalist, is deeply passionate about uncovering the truth behind Hilda's enigmatic story. Her relentless pursuit of discovery and her sharp intellect make her a force to be reckoned with in the world of journalism. Malthus, on the other hand, is a novice priest grappling with his own inner demons and the sins he encounters daily. His faith is strong, but his heart is conflicted, torn between his vows and the realities of the world around him. Their paths cross once more after more than 5 years, rekindling a connection. But did that connection ever truly fade.? A/n- I didn't want to say anything, but since I've got some readers now I just want to put it out there that I'm aware this might be pretty bad and even cringe, but bear with me, I haven't written in a few years, and I'd like to think I've improved. I hope you enjoy<33

Malthus's faith had never been as rigid and untouchable as he would like to admit. Being called a Saint in all Bello Horizonte from the moment he was born caused Malthus's life to take a direction that he never had the opportunity to choose or change. He is a Saint with a pure heart and must act as such, and must never be corrupted.

"She was right because he left her," It starts when Dianne ivory meets a handsome man in red-light district to visit her distant friends' bar as she ended up soaken in the rain in Bello Horizonte, kneeling down the confessial box, talking to Santo malthus.