Madrid Stories

She already had Jude Bellingham. She never needed Pablo Gavi. At least, that's what Camila Velez keeps telling herself . But between a buried past, an impossible rivalry, and feelings she never meant to have, loving the right person has never felt so complicated. > jude bellingham, pablo gavi x fem oc > story is written in english!! > love triangle (enemies to lovers + co-workers to lovers)

What if the person who has always been by your side turned out to be the very one you never thought you could love? My name is Alma; I'm eighteen and live in Madrid. I'm in my final year at drama school-the place where I grew up, learned to command a stage, and discovered how to turn my feelings into something others could see. By my side are Tomàs, Maria, and Santiago. We grew up together. We shared dreams, laughter, rehearsals, secrets, and moments I thought would last forever. Tomàs is my best friend; he's always been there. He's the one who makes me laugh when I want to cry, the one who seems to know me better than anyone else. Perhaps that's exactly why I never stopped to ask myself what was really going on between us. Then along comes Alonso, the new, young acting teacher. Charming, elegant, intelligent-and completely different from Tomàs. His presence slowly begins to change things. And while I try to make sense of my feelings, the people I love also begin to discover that growing up sometimes means choosing between what you desire and what you had taken for granted. Amidst jealousy, secrets, friendships, dreams, second chances, and feelings impossible to ignore, Alma must learn that life doesn't come with a pre-written script. Because you can prepare for a role. You can memorize every line. You can know exactly how a scene is supposed to play out. But when it comes to the heart... you can't know what happens next. And perhaps the most important story of my life will be the one I never saw coming. The one that goes off-script. A story of friendship, love, dreams, and second chances.

Both things Run For The Hills - Part Two this is not a story about falling in love. that already happened. this is what comes after. Ayla and Trent have chosen each other. There's a ring beside a ring, a daughter called Isla June Celeste, a flat in Madrid, and everything still ahead of them. Part Two is about living inside love instead of falling into it. The exhaustion that doesn't cancel out the warmth. The small fights that aren't really about what they're about. The questions that sit between them, honest and unresolved. The moments that deserve the full version of you. Both things. Always both things. sequel to Run For The Hills, it's recommended to read Part One first. lowercase. slow chapters. iMessage conversations. private instagram posts. nothing rushed.

"You know a good sangria spot?" she asked, lips twitching into a small smirk. Jude smiled, slow and sure. "I do. But you'd have to hit me up first before I start giving away my favourite places." Kamia let out a quiet snort, shaking her head, more amused than she cared to admit. "Slick." He lifted a brow, his grin widening. "A little." ✿.｡.:* ☆:**. 🌸 .:**☆ *.:｡.✿ Kamia is having a year, a big one. With her debut film days away from shooting and a debut album riding on perfection, the rising fan named Pop-piano star has no time for distractions. Especially not from the green-eyed demon of an ex who broke her heart. And especially not the internet suddenly obsessed with shipping her with a man she barely knows. Jude is used to pressure. As Real Madrid's newest midfield darling, he's no stranger to cameras, critics, or complicated women. But when a stolen moment with Kamia spirals into a fan-fueled frenzy, he's forced to confront feelings he swore he'd buried - ones he's not sure he has room for. What starts as friendship, tentative, unlikely, and unexpected begins to unravel everything they thought they knew about love, loss, and healing. Secrets get leaked. Old flames resurface. But amidst it all, they might just save room for love. P.S- Slow burn city was founded here

Miguel Expósito lleva diez años contestando a un nombre que no es el suyo. Resulta que hay un expediente abierto desde 1982 a nombre de un niño que todo el mundo dio por muerto, que ese niño es él, y que en algún despacho nadie se molestó en cerrarlo. Así que a los once años lo mandan a un internado en un acantilado gallego, donde la magia se enseña con varita francesa, el correo lo reparte un duende que cobra en botones, y sus dos apellidos hacen que media clase levante la cabeza cuando pasan lista. Miguel no sabe quién fue su familia. Ni por qué desapareció. Ni por qué hay alguien en ese mundo que preferiría que siguiera muerto. Lo que sí sabe, porque ese día estaba atendiendo en clase, es cómo se mata a un cuélebre.

MIDNIGHT IN MADRID The Jacket & The Surgeon She came to Madrid for medicine. He was never supposed to be part of the plan. One quiet terrace. One unexpected encounter. One borrowed jacket. Then she finds a number hidden inside it. No name. No explanation. Just a number that could change everything. Sometimes, the smallest coincidences are the ones that lead to the biggest secrets. And in Madrid, nothing is ever quite what it seems. An interactive reader-choice story.

~ We are like dominoes. I fall for you, you fall for another. 'Life is not a football match, but some of us always got a penalty.' BLURB: But I don't know why still I have a little sympathy towards the one hurt me most. I stood against all the wounds, all the odds. I could smile only for the attempt I took to save my breathe. Maybe it could be the chapter with the summary of my life. I always told myself, under responsibility I had done every bit. Sometimes, life was holding me with a thin rope, sometimes it kicked me harshly. I did stand and walk. I did dive and swim. And I learned swimming after diving in his ocean. Full of mysterious substances, wild sharks. I was saving my attempt to take chances. I survived. But at the end, I can say. I never wanted to cross the sea and reach to the shore. What was never meant for me, I would never ask for it. Nor did I need. I might pass the time, inferencing how the shore look like. From far away, eyes could capture the daintiness. I felt the wind of tranquility. I closed my eyes and perceived the provision. I wonder the subsequent inquiry. If I hear a melody, I would return the echo without anticipation. The waves were the utmost reliance to me. The loyalty shows subtle empathy. The shore is beautifully decorated. I just know who has been there. ---- Do u want to see a new ship?! It's your Luka Modric with Bernd Leno ^^

Alba Serrano never wanted the world to know who was behind Madrid After Midnight. Jude Bellingham never expected one sleepless night to turn his life upside down. Enemies by day. Safe haven by night. But even whispers can't stay secrets forever. A little glimpse into Jude's thoughts... "I think you actually want to talk to me," I said, lowering my voice as a small, cocky smile tugged at my lips. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're starting to like that stupid, arrogant footballer." !!This story was originally written in Hungarian and published on my Hungarian Wattpad account. Since I'm now living in the United States, I decided to translate it into English and share it here as well. So if you happen to come across another version of Whisper, don't worry-it's my own story, just in a different language.!! © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Whisper is an original work of fiction written by me. All characters, events, dialogue, and storylines created for this work are fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental, except for public figures referenced as themselves. This story, including its text, characters, plot, and original concepts, may not be copied, reproduced, translated, reposted, adapted, or distributed in any form without the author's permission. Please do not steal, copy, translate, or repost my work. If you enjoy the story, please support me by reading and sharing it here on Wattpad. ♡ © 2026 Melinda S. All Rights Reserved.

A cuatrocientos metros sobre Madrid, Alba y su madre cenan. El restaurante gira despacio, el menú flota sobre la mesa, y por ahora todo es de lo más normal. Hasta que Alba pregunta algo. Relato breve de ciencia ficción para quienes alguna vez dejaron que se les enfriara la comida por quedarse pensando.

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Ci sono persone che sembrano avere il mondo ai propri piedi. E poi c'è Jude Bellingham. Ventitré anni, centrocampista del Real Madrid, uno dei calciatori più amati al mondo. Milioni di follower, stadi pieni che cantano il suo nome, telecamere ovunque e una vita che, vista da fuori, sembra perfetta. Dall'altra parte della città vive Aurora Rossi, ventun anni, italiana ed é venuta a Madrid da poco. Aurora studia giornalismo sportivo all'università e lavora come social media manager per una piccola rivista che segue il calcio internazionale. La sua vita scorre tranquilla tra lezioni, lavoro e amici, finché un giorno riceve una proposta inaspettata: seguire da vicino alcuni giocatori del Real Madrid per realizzare una serie di contenuti esclusivi. Tra quei nomi ce n'è uno che attira subito l'attenzione. Jude Bellingham.

Cuando un fallo de sonido durante las fiestas de su pequeño pueblo andaluz convierte una improvisación de Carlos Navarro, un bailarín de 15 años, en un fenómeno viral, su vida cambia de la noche a la mañana al recibir una inesperada invitación para audicionar en el prestigioso Instituto de Baile Urbano de Madrid. Rodeado de jóvenes mucho más experimentados, Carlos tendrá que dejar atrás Fuenteclara, aprender técnica, disciplina y trabajo en equipo, enfrentarse a la rivalidad del brillante Álex Vega y descubrir que el talento que lo hizo destacar también puede convertirse en su mayor obstáculo si no aprende a escuchar a los demás. Su incorporación a Vértice, una de las mejores crews del IBU, lo llevará desde batallas improvisadas y entrenamientos agotadores hasta el escenario nacional del Urban Crown España, donde cada ronda pondrá a prueba algo más que sus pasos: su identidad, su capacidad para adaptarse y el vínculo con las personas que bailan a su lado. Con el espíritu de una serie juvenil de competición, amistad y crecimiento, **IBU: El ritmo de Carlos** es una historia energética y emotiva sobre encontrar tu propia voz sin dejar de formar parte de algo más grande, entender que ganar no significa haber llegado al final y descubrir que, incluso cuando la música se detiene, siempre hay una razón para seguir bailando.

Nora moves into the Alvarez villa after her mother marries a wealthy businessman. There, she meets Adrian, her new stepbrother-a reckless basketball star who turns her life upside down. They were never supposed to fall in love. But fate had other plans. What started with "Then you're very lost" Ended with "Still getting lost?" © Author_Iffu 2026

Ella ya tenia a Jude Bellingham. Nunca necesitaba a Pablo Gavi. Al menos, eso es lo que Camila Velez se seguía diciendo. Pero entre un pasado escondido, una rivalidad inevitable, y sentimientos que nunca quiso sentir, amar a la persona correcta nunca se ha sentido tan complicado. > jude bellingham, pablo gavi x fem oc > esta es la version en ESP > triangulo de amor (enemies to lovers + co-workers to lovers)

Uma jovem vive uma vida aparentemente normal, até que três encontros mudam completamente o seu destino. Entre amor, traição, amizade e recomeços, nada será como antes

He bought two tickets to Spain for his girlfriend. She broke his heart instead. Nolan Ahmed had everything planned-the trip, the destination, and maybe even the future. Until his girlfriend cheated on him and walked away. With two non-refundable tickets to Spain and absolutely no one else to take, Nolan does the only thing that makes sense: He gives the second ticket to his best friend, Novah Nawar. Two weeks. One country. Two best friends who have absolutely no idea what they're getting themselves into. Between Barcelona sunsets, unexpected friendships, chaotic adventures, jealousy they can't explain, and feelings they're definitely not supposed to have, Spain begins changing something between them. Because sometimes, the person you're looking for isn't waiting at the destination. Maybe they've been sitting beside you all along. We were only supposed to go on a trip~ DESTINO: ESPAÑA 🇪🇸 AUTHOR- NAJIFA ALAM

I don't know why my parents were obsessed with Paris . My mom would always say it was the most beautiful city .

Rosalína Muñoz × Carlos Sainz Jr In Madrid, Rosalína Muñoz has built her life around one thing: her love for cooking. At just twenty-eight, she is already the proud owner and head chef of El Madrileño, a restaurant that has quickly become one of the city's most talked-about addresses. Between demanding services, ambitious projects and the constant pressure of living up to her own reputation, Rosalína has little time for distractions. Then comes the first-ever Madrid Grand Prix. When George Russell chooses El Madrileño as the setting for a private dinner bringing together the Formula 1 grid and their partners, Rosalína finds herself surrounded by a world far removed from her own. Among the guests is Carlos Sainz, a familiar name to millions but a complete stranger to her. One evening, one table, and two very different worlds brought together in the heart of Madrid. Sometimes, the most unexpected stories begin when you least expect them.

Eli Lomov is thirty-four, owns one good tracksuit, an apartment in Chamberí and a phone that lives in airplane mode. While the whole world waits behind a door whose handle only he holds, two letters threaten his horizontal kingdom and an old friend arrives with a name on his lips: Olga. A contemporary adaptation of "Oblomov" in four parts - the bed, love, the drift and the stillness. A novel by P. Espinal.

In which Marcelo writes letters to his wife who is lying in coma, in a hope that she will wake up. I do not own Marcelo Vieira da Silva Júnior Ⓒ EXEQUIELS 2018