Thomas se esforça para encontrar uma maneira de curar sua namorada depois que ela é infectada com um vírus mortal que está destinado a deixá-la louca, se não acabar com sua vida.

Em um futuro, meio apocaliptico, a jovem Kaylee é escolhida para desafiar o sistema. Ao acordar em um lugar desconhecido, a unica coisa que Kaylee se lembra é o seu proprio nome. Sua memoria esta completamente apagada. Mas ela não esta sozinha. A Clareira. Um lugar aberto cercado de muros gigantescos e assustadores que guardam um enorme e perigoso misterio. Kaylee sendo a unica garota, terá que aprender a lidar com a indiferença, e tambem descobrirá o quanto sua existencia é importante para a sobrevivencia da humanidade. Ela tambem precisará descobrir qual sua ligação com um misterioso garoto de olhos castanhos. Romance. Mortes. Misterios e muito mais.

France, 1963. The Voltaire lycée welcomes girls to the school for the first time. Romy Seyedoux is one of 12 girls. As the new pupils enter the school, the climate in the classes undergoes big changes. New friendships, new rivalries, new horizons. Romy will have to make her way in this new world, discovering others, but above all discovering herself

Welcome to Voltaire high, a school for boy that will for the first time in history welcome girls! But Edith Petit hates it there, and so those Joseph Deschamps. Could they hate it together ? Image does not belong to me, nor does the story and the characters. Everything belongs to the creater, this is only me adding plot that I would have like to happen in the series. This was made on order of my dear friend, Sarra, who forced me to create it 'cause there are no fanfiction of the story, and it's a shame, so here y'all go.

Alana Tremblay has just moved from the big city of Paris to a much smaller town. Mixed schooling is nothing new for her, yet the same can't be said for her new home: for the first time, the gates to the Lycée Voltaire are open to not only boys but also girls, so things are bound to be slightly different. Follow her along on her first year in Lycée Voltaire as she navigates a new high school, exploring love and friendships. Joseph Descamps x Protagonist

"What is it, Decamps?", he sighs "Could you please call me by my name darling? And will fucking turn around?" He demands, and I do so because I want to see his expression at my words "Fuck off", his brows raise a bit and then they furrow, he probably expected me to fall on my knees for him again... I start walking away, but he catches my left wrist "Victoria stop" he orders, I just snatch my wrist out of his hold and walk out. He follows me right behind and forcefully grabs my wrist again "Victoria if you don't fucking stop and listen to me I'll-" "You will what?" That's not me, it's someone else, someone behind me, his words come from above my head and I know who it is. Decamps' attention is no longer on me but on the guy that ruined his eye. Jean-Pierre repeats himself "You will do what, asshole?" (Academic rivals to lovers, slight love triangle, angst and some spice) Jean-Pierre x protagonist (Victoria is my OC but I barely describe her physically so feel free to imagine this as a y/n story) Do not copy anything about this story I do not own the show Mixte 1963 and the characters (except for a few ones) are not mine, all credits to the owner.

❝𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖， 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆.❞ ✶ 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑， 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟑 𝑾𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭-𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧-𝐝'𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞́𝐥𝐲, 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅: 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬，𝐌𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟑． ©st5rstellar

1963. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 Camille Du Bellay's world is turned upside down when she joins her new school where boys and girls are mixed together. 💌 j.descamps

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