Malcolm Carter never imagined raising four daughters alone. Three years after losing his wife to a brain tumor, his life is loud, messy, and filled with ponytails, homework, ballet recitals, and late nights trying to make sure his girls are okay. He loves them more than anything, but some days it still feels like the heart of their home disappeared when Aaleah did. Celeste Moore lives the opposite kind of life. A disciplined ballet instructor who thrives on routine and quiet, Celeste spends her days teaching children grace, focus, and confidence before returning home to peaceful nights with her cat. Her world is calm, structured, and carefully balanced. For four years, Malcolm's daughters have danced in Celeste's class. She watched them grow. She watched them grieve. She watched Malcolm do his best to be everything his daughters needed. But Celeste has one strict rule she refuses to break: She does not date the parents of her students. Especially not a single father with four daughters and a life full of chaos. Yet somewhere between late pickups, quiet conversations, and watching Malcolm braid his daughters' hair before class, the line between professional and personal begins to blur. Malcolm never expected to love again. Celeste never expected to want the kind of life he lives. But sometimes healing comes in the form of loud houses, messy kitchens, and one unexpected seat at the table. sometimes love looks like The Sixth Chair.

❝ Even though we're going through it and it makes you feel alone, Just know that I would Die For You ❞ Isabelle Remirez doesn't just win cases-she owns courtrooms. A razor-sharp criminal defense lawyer with a no-nonsense reputation. She's the woman criminals pray to have on their side and prosecutors pray they never face. But for all her brilliance and power, Isabelle's biggest complication has always been the same man: Christopher Diaz. Gang leader. Father of her child. The one weakness she swore she'd never let cost her again. Their bond is toxic and magnetic-one minute they're at each other's throats, the next they're tangled in sheets, neither willing to admit they'll never be free of each other. Isabelle thrives in the world of law; Rio runs the streets with cold precision. She became a lawyer so he didn't go to prison He became a gang leader so she didn't worry about money When their worlds collide, sparks turn into flames that could burn them both alive. Torn between the oath she took as a lawyer and the man who still owns a piece of her heart, Isabelle must navigate a dangerous line: defending justice while protecting the father of her child-even if it means crossing into his world of crime. Enemies, lovers, or something in between, Isabelle and Rio are proof that some ties don't break-they choke, they bind, and they consume. So what happens to them after her and her friends decide to rob a grocery store?

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❝ all along there was some invisible string tying you to me ❞ - t.s. ━━━━ ☕️ ༊*·˚ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴. When metahuman journalist Carmen Raymond arrives in Metropolis to cover the rise of superpowered beings, she doesn't expect to be partnered with Clark Kent - or drawn into a mystery that could rewrite her past, and change everything she thought she knew about herself. started: 18th july 2025 published: 21st july 2025 ended: TBD clark kent/superman x oc dc universe x arrowverse © -landopitlane, 2025

❝OF COURSE I STILL CARE LOVE'S NEVER WASTED WHEN IT'S SHARED. AND ALTHOUGH ITS OVER, I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE❜❜ the art of loving is a common belief that means love isn't just luck, but a skill that requires discipline and effort, much like an art form. but in reality, love can be layered, much like an onion. a possessive over consuming emotion that can leave you reaching for the end of the cave. but heartbreak is like lingering kiss that clings to your lips, a taste that overstays its welcome. in this situation, the strong taste of onion refuses to leave amelie astor, the pain and suffering chasing her through the shadows, and the root of her agony is the pain inflicted by her bandmate, harry styles.