𝐢'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐱𝐛

Juniper Casado has always been good at hiding things her softness, her fears, and the parts of herself that never really grew up. In a world that's loud, fast, and far too sharp, she survives by shrinking into quiet corners, pastel comforts, and the tiny rituals that make her feel safe. She never expects anyone to understand... and she definitely never expects anyone to stay. Then there's Giovanni Todaro. Steady where she's shaky, gentle where life has been rough, Gio sees Junie in a way no one else ever has. Not the version she tries to present to the world but the real her. The girl who loves cartoons, cozy blankets, stickers, and soft spaces to breathe. The girl who's been carrying too much for too long. When a rainy night, a shared pizza, and a sleepy slip of vulnerability pull them closer, Junie's carefully built walls begin to crack. Gio doesn't push. He doesn't pry. He just shows up again and again with warm hands, quiet patience, and a heart big enough to hold the pieces she's afraid to show. As Junie slowly lets herself trust him, she discovers something she's never had before: a place to rest. A place to be small. A place to be safe. But safety is new. Trust is terrifying. And letting someone see the softest parts of her might be the bravest thing she's ever done.

"You're my favorite, you know that?" "Yes, baby. I know." A librarian and a top notch Lawyer cross paths one day at a party. What happens when opposites attract? 18 plus.

"𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲" "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ..."

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"

P A R I S T U E © 2025 All Rights Reserved To The Original Author _ "If one day the moon calls you by your name, don't be surprised because every night I tell her about you."

"𝐈𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐀 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭...𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭." •MPREG•

A story of unspoken truths and undeniable connections, where every moment pulls you deeper into lives that feel as raw and real as your own.

P A R I S T U E © 2025 All Rights Reserved To The Original Author _ "You didn't flinch when I showed you the monster in me." "'Cause I got monsters too, Ma. Maybe ours just needed company."

I thought it would just be me and Nori. But then Jasai showed up-loud, calm, dangerous in ways I couldn't name. I didn't expect to want both of them. I didn't expect them to want me back. Now we're all in it. And somehow... it feels right.