Fender's Label (III)

Fender's Label (III)

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Après une lourde séparation notre chère Lily Collins décide de prendre un grand tournant dans sa vie, en se dirigeant vers la musique. Des rencontres, des séparations, de la joie mais aussi de la tristesse. Va-t-elle survivre à tout ça ? Et qu'en est-il de Shawn ? ***** Cette fiction sera beaucoup voir principalement composait de musique. Je veux dire par là que il y aura toujours un rapport direct ou indirect avec la musique, étant une personne férue de musique je ne pouvais m'empêcher de faire une fiction sur le sujet. ***** Troisième tome de la fiction "Connard" Enjoy :) ! xx !
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You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time But I never thought I'd live to see it break It's getting dark and it's all too quiet And I can't trust anything now And it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake - Haunted by Taylor Swift ----------------- Camille Mourea never cared for Formula 1. Her world was music-raw, aching, and beautifully untamed. But for Juliette Jones, her best friend and biggest fan, the track was everything. And so, Camille found herself in the heart of the paddock, in the whirlwind of roaring engines and flashing cameras. To Juliette, Charles Leclerc was the love of her life. To Camille, he was just her best friend's boyfriend-until he wasn't. Until stolen glances turned into something she couldn't ignore. Until his presence felt like a melody she was never meant to write. What begins as innocent admiration slowly unravels into something unspoken, something dangerous. It lingers in the spaces between races and late-night calls, in the weight of a gaze that lasts too long, in the suffocating guilt of wanting what she cannot have. Because love, like racing, is a ruthless game. One mistake, one wrong turn, and everything could go up in flames. But how do you stop a heart that's already in free fall? Charles Leclerc x FemOC F1 Driver x singer Disclaimer This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people, events, or relationships is coincidental. I do not know the individuals mentioned, nor do I intend to misrepresent or disrespect them. This is a work of imagination and should be read as such. -> this Story is a slow burn! It's very light and more about the what ifs, if you don't like that maybe rather look at my other fanfictions <33

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