In the high-speed world of Formula 1, where every second is measured and every mistake is magnified, Charles Leclerc has always lived his life at full throttle. But nothing prepares him for the moment his past collides with his present-Alina. Once deeply connected, then fractured by timing, pressure, and distance, their lives were never truly separate. When Alina reappears with a child-Luca-everything Charles thought he understood about love, responsibility, and his future is rewritten overnight. Set against the glittering chaos of the F1 paddock and the quiet intimacy of Monaco's hidden corners, Built in Monaco follows their journey as they navigate co-parenting, public scrutiny, emotional scars, and a bond that refuses to fade even when everything else does. As Charles steps into fatherhood and Alina learns to trust again, their world expands with the arrival of Elise-their second child-and the fragile rebuilding of a family neither of them fully planned, but both slowly choose. With Toto Wolff standing as a steady, protective presence in Alina's life, and the relentless spotlight of Formula 1 watching their every move, they must decide what matters more: the life the world expects of them, or the one they are quietly building behind the scenes. A story of love that survives timing, fame, pressure, and pain- and a family that is not perfect, but real. Because in Monaco... nothing stays hidden forever.

"Two damaged people trying to heal each other is love." He mumbled. In which a boy that came from an abusive home fell in love with a girl who felt like home. #1 in Billy Hargrove (4/10/20) #1 in Netflix (6/1/20) #1 in Stranger Things (6/6/20) #1 in FanFiction (6/19/22) Started: July 26, 2019 Completed: August 20, 2020 Word Count: 43,126

"Si quieres un amor Sincero, aquí estoy yo"

eres la hermana de carlitos el camarografo de los mesmos show

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.

Su vida la consideraba normal y aburrida hasta un cierto punto, claro, había tenido amigos con los que salía pero la mayoría le dejaron de hablar, pero un dia su vida daría un giro inesperado, conociendo una nuevas personas, nuevos lugares, situaciones en las que se sentíria realmente feliz, y todo gracias a una persona por la cual lucharia para poder estar con él, comentarios, criticas y opiniones, pero soportandolo todo por amor, soportandolo todo solo por ellos.

Las cosas son más interesantes cuando son prohibidas y Kevin Álvarez es una de ellas.

Él era un jugador de balones de oro, ella era una principiante. Él era divertido, ella era más bien torpe. Él era guapo, ella era hermosa. En fin, el uno para el otro.

Todo comenzó con un choque accidental. ¿Creen en el amor a primer choque? Eso fue lo que nos pasó a nosotros... ¿Algún día tendremos nuestro final feliz?

Ross Lynch Fan-fiction I never realised what I was getting myself into, when I signed the Netflix contract papers, until I step foot in the makeup trailer and fell for her. She's a struggling makeup artist and I met her on set.