LES ÂMES SOEURS NIÉES

This story is just a fiction. Read it with care and love.

VCAD's relatives, friends, siblings, etc. Love stories.

Short Novels Compilation.

Your daughter runs off while you were in the middle of grocery shopping because she spotted Max, her favourite driver. Meeting you, Max wants to know everything about you and your six year old. So of course he keeps finding ways to meet you, starting with inviting you to the Dutch Grand Prix. Second person pov

♥ A MATTHEO RIDDLE X FEMALE READER STORY ♥ ⇌ ⇋ ⇌ "𝓘'𝓶 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾. "𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼-" "𝓝𝓸𝓹𝓮. 𝓝𝓸. 𝓝𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱, 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱, 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮. 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷." "𝓞𝓴𝓪𝔂, 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼. 𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷."

We were trying for so long to find normal that we forgot what it was. Forever we searched, we survived, we sacrificed, but in the end we had us. Us was a strange, very unlikely group of people. We didn't have much except secrets, sarcasm, and an endless amount of obstacles; but despite it all we had an epic story that was cut too short.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡 𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙘'𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧. Daniel Ricciardo x FEM! OC

Note: If you are not flawed to a story that flows in stressful life don't try to read this and save yourself from being stressed. I don't right tragic stories, I write misunderstandings. [NO PORTRAYER INTENDED] [COMPLETED/UNDER-EDITING]

Before the world wakes, there's a pocket of quiet. Just coffee. Madeleines. Soft glances that last too long. Two women-colleagues, friends, not quite lovers-share stolen mornings in a classroom three flights above reality. What begins as ritual becomes something more: tentative touches, shared breath, words unsaid. And when the quiet isn't enough to contain them anymore... everything tilts. A slow burn. A love story. A study in restraint, longing, and what happens when "almost" finally turns into "yes." So I basically wrote a fanfiction of my own life. With more orgasms and fewer consequences. A highly fictionalized account of what I would have done if I were braver, sluttier, and less employed.