Historias de Nepobabies

At an elite international school in glamorous Monte Carlo, Monaco, a tightly knit group of teenagers navigates the highs and lows of young adulthood against a backdrop of wealth, prestige, and sun-soaked luxury. This diverse group of friends, hailing from different corners of the globe, shares a bond strengthened by their shared lifestyle of yachts, exclusive events, and an insatiable appetite for gossip. Maithé Goossens, a fierce Belgian girl, slowly discovers her feelings for the charming Spaniard Joaquín Flores, whose brother Santiago Flores is a notorious flirt and William Clarke's best friend. Maithé's American confidant, Ella Mendoza, is navigating her own romance with the steady, loyal and British William, while Italian Ricciardo Morelli and German firecracker Emmeline Bauer grapple with complications in their friends-with-benefits arrangement, eventually confronting their deeper emotions. Adding complexity to the group is Sunny Robbins, an Australian long-distance lover, and Filippa Anderberg, a newly single Swede. Filippa's Portuguese best friend, Branca Sousa, finds herself in a fiery enemies-to-lovers dynamic with Charles Toussaint, who, alongside his brother Sébastien Toussaint, brings French flair to their gatherings. Meanwhile, James Byrne shocks the group when the Irish girlfriend he's always joked about turns out to be very real, and Australian heartbreaker Cooper Lee meets his match in the enigmatic newcomer Kaya Nkosi from South Africa. When they aren't busy dealing with romantic entanglements or personal dramas, they rub shoulders with athletes and celebrities, jet-setting to prestigious sporting events and indulging in their privileged lifestyles. Though their lives appear perfect on the surface, their story is a whirlwind of secrets, passion, and self-discovery, all set against the dazzling backdrop of Monaco.

just a random story that came from my mind while I was daydreaming.. basically nepo babies find friendship then Lσʋҽ. Plot twists. DISCLAIMER!!!: this is my first time writing a fanfic! I made this for fun and will take advice just please do it nicely. Thank you!!🩷 ‼️ALSO ALL THIS IS MADE UP‼️

Set in a real life world, only with magic. A young girl named Evelyn finds out that not everything is as it seems. -That sounds basic asf sorry- Have fun reading, or don't, if you hate it keep it to yourself.

𝟯 nepo babies. 𝟭 band. They are.. 𝐖𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬.

-Why do you want so badly to talk to me? His voice, usually cold and distant, was softer. He stood straight in front of me, his body casting a shadow that made me feel small under his gaze. Bright had always been difficult to approach, his words were often sharp, his presence intimidating and unpleasant, but today, there was something different, a tiny crack in his icy mask. -I hate being alone, I whispered, feeling a lump form in my throat. My eyes slowly lifted to meet his, a hesitation heavy with meaning in that simple gesture. So, I make sure others don't feel that way. His silence lasted a few seconds too long, as if he was weighing each of my words. -I like being alone. His face remained impassive. Usually, he responded curtly, shutting others out without explanation, but this time, he seemed to linger on his own words. -No one likes being alone, I said softly, not wanting to hurt him, but desperately trying to understand. He took a step closer, crossing that invisible line he never let anyone cross. His imposing stature forced me to look up to meet his gaze. -I do. This time, his tone was more assertive, but he seemed to struggle to maintain that facade. -But you're not alone, Bright. The words came out faster than I had intended. I knew they were risky, but I refused to watch him close off like he did with everyone else. He looked at me, and the silence stretched, heavy and thick, as if he was weighing something bigger than our simple words. His gaze rested on my face, sliding slowly, analyzing every detail as if trying to understand why I was insisting so much. Usually, he would have turned away, ignored my remark, but now, he stood there, his eyes tracing my features. He seemed to be searching every corner of my face for answers. -Why me, Aspen? His voice dropped lower, and he tilted his head slightly to the side, raising an eyebrow. This wasn't the distant and cold Bright speaking anymore. -Why not you Bright? 🩷For my black girlies 🩷