Xander Romano has always been the quieter twin, impulsive, moody, a little dramatic. But behind the eye-rolls and sharp comebacks is a boy who feels everything too deeply and doesn't know how to talk about it. And now, he's carrying a secret far too heavy for someone his age. With five overprotective older brothers, you'd think he'd be safe. You'd think someone would notice. But Xander's been hiding more than just skipped meals and forced smirks. He's been hiding the truth. He can't tell them. Not about him. Never. But secrets don't stay buried forever.

Five years after Luca Moretti walked away from the only man he ever loved, the city barely recognizes him anymore. He is colder now. Quieter. Sharper around the edges. The reckless boy who raced to disappear is gone-replaced by a man who survives because someone depends on him. Luca is a father. Not by blood, but by choice. His son-three years old, loud, fearless, and loved too fiercely-is the only soft thing Luca allows himself. The boy is raised inside a house full of violence-turned-loyalty: a mafia stepfather who would burn the city for him, stepbrothers who treat him like something sacred, and a grandmother who kisses his scraped knees like they're miracles. Luca never moved on. He just stopped hoping. Elliot Ríos disappeared after the war, believing Luca had built a life without him-believing that was the only way they both survived. He didn't know about the child. He didn't know about the nights Luca spent staring at empty roads. He didn't know the love was still there, intact and unspent. Until a small boy collides with him on a sidewalk. Until a child with Luca's eyes and Luca's temper looks up at him and says, without hesitation: "Sorry, Dad." And then, pointing at Luca- "My other Dad." Book Three is about coming home after devastation, about chosen family, about learning how to love again when the cost is no longer just your own heart. Because some loves don't end. They just wait until the people involved are strong enough to survive them.

At twenty years old, Luca Moretti lives fast, loud, and reckless-street races at midnight, fists bruised by dawn, emotions buried so deep they might as well be dead. He doesn't believe in family, loyalty, or second chances. All he believes in is speed, violence, and never letting anyone see him bleed. Then his mother remarries. His new stepfather is a powerful mafia figure. His new stepbrothers are criminals raised on blood and hierarchy-three older, one younger-and none of them trust Luca. Worse, they start to see themselves in him. What no one knows is that Luca already belongs to a gang of his own. A rival racer stalks him from the shadows, a war brews beneath the city, and every secret Luca hides pulls him closer to a collision that could destroy them all. Told in Luca's raw, unfiltered voice, Blood in the Rearview is a dark, gritty story about anger passed down like inheritance, brotherhood forged in violence, and a boy who would rather burn than admit he feels anything at all.

At sixteen, Alex Alexander Hawthorne left England dressed in pressed shirts and expectations he never agreed to carry. At twenty, he comes back smelling of smoke and petrol, riding a motorbike his parents would hate, with scars no one asks about. The Hawthornes are polished, controlled, old money British to the core. Alex is everything they're not-loud, reckless, impulsive. To them, he's trouble. What they don't see is the truth. Four years abroad hardened Alex in ways no one prepared him for. The drinking, the racing, the chaos-it's survival, not rebellion. And while his family watches him like he's a ticking bomb, Alex keeps his real lifeline hidden: a tight-knit group of friends who became his family when he had none. Coming home means facing the people he ran from-and deciding whether he's brave enough to let them see the damage beneath the wild grin.

Brother's best friend, Figure Skating x Hockey Player, Boy x Boy Váli loves figure skating. The crisp feeling of his blades on the smooth ice, the chilling gusts of wind when he picks up speed, and the stinging sensation the cold air leaves in his eyes create a truly tranquil experience. However, more importantly, he can hear his brother's best friend's laughter through the rink's wall. At some point over the years, he had begun to rely on the sound. Váli and Lucien had grown up alongside each other their entire lives. Despite this, it had taken them until now to realize their mutual infatuation. With one struggling with attachment issues, and the other used to neglect, will the teenagers find a way to overcome their hardships and trust again? With the world against them, the two boys embark on a journey atop a path that leads them through hell and back. Their destination is unclear, but there's nowhere to go but forward! Their lives are futile anyway! Like trying to blow a whistle in the wind.

Ignored. Sent away. Forgotten. Now he's back after almost two years from the hell they call Lockwood, all smiles and cheery expressions but under that exterior is a lone boy, crying for help he will never ask for. He was sent away to be 'fixed' but in the end, what can you do when people drive you to your tipping point? Do you bend to their will... or do you break?

Axel looked with tears in his eyes as he saw his ex-boyfriend walking hand in hand with his best friend. He never expected it to be this way. No not at all. All three of them were going to be in a relationship forever. A happy ending. But this was not how he envisioned it. He loved both of them. He would die for any of them. But now both of them are killing him. His heart shattered into a million pieces as they walked away from him. How could he get over this? Only fate will tell. This is an edited version of the story. I mean it was heavily edited and the ending was changed. The original version is on my profile read it if you want (this version is way more liked)

"Kat, I don't want to go with-" "Katie," she corrects, shrugging out of the hold I have on her arm. Why was she being like this? We had flirted practically all year, I would confidently say she was one of my best friends. But right now she was acting like a stranger. A stranger that I had wronged in some type of way. I just didn't know what I had done. "What's going on with you?" I ask, but she's slowly walking away. "Bye Feely." She never called me Feely. All of my other friends called me Feely or Pat or Pa but she always called me Patrick. And I called her Katie Kat. My Katie Kat. ☆☆☆ This is all speculation and many parts will most likely not line up with the canon. All of these characters belong to Chloe Walsh, I do not claim any of them as my own, this is purely for fun. TW: This story will include eating disorders, cheating, depression, suicide ideation, anxiety, and overall a lot of trauma. There will also be some explicit scenes that are 16+. I will however be putting specific warnings for different chapters, so you can avoid triggers. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Comment any questions or suggestions that you have for me)

GARETH CARSON & KAYDEN LOCKWOOD I find myself drawn to him, irresistibly so. Each day, I observe him, him wearing those black-framed glasses, or in that button-down shirt that clings to him as if it were a second skin. And it's challenging not to be smitten. Yet, there's a tension that lingers in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the line we dare not cross (or maybe he's the only one who acknowledges it, because I can't find myself to give two fucks about it). Despite his claims, his actions betray him; he is not the gentleman he claims himself to be, and that realization only fuels the forbidden fire that smolders within me. Kayden Lockwood, there's a truth within you that's clawing its way to the surface, a truth you're trying to suppress. But I see through the facade. I know the desire you harbor, as undeniable as the pulse that thrums in your veins. I am Gareth Carson, and my resolve is ironclad. I will stop at nothing to claim you as my own. You may resist, push me away with all the force of a tempest, but in the end, you'll find yourself drawn to me-irresistibly, inexorably. Because, Kayden, some forces are too potent to be denied.

ILYA LEVITSKY & MAYA SOKOLOV Do you know that urge to vanish, to simply cease to exist, not out of a desire for nothingness, but to spare others the burden you fear you've become? Yet, you hesitate, knowing that your disappearance might be the ultimate inconvenience-a role you've inadvertently perfected over a lifetime. Or do you know about the unsettling suspicion when you long for someone's affection, and they echo your sentiments, but a silent voice within you casts doubts. Perhaps they don't long for you, as you do for them? That's the turmoil I'm wading through, a maelstrom of emotions that's been brewing for some time. It's a deluge that overwhelms me daily, each breath a struggle. The faces of those I've inadvertently harmed seem to flicker in the shadows, their expressions unreadable. I'm yearning for redemption, to right my wrongs but the fear grips me-what if there is no absolution? Not because it doesn't exist, but because it's being withheld from me?