Historias de Nadia

~libby toffoli has spent most of her life being watched. watched by doctors, teachers, nutritionists, and strangers trying to figure out why she never seems hungry. born with a rare condition that leaves her without the feeling of hunger, libby grew up in and out of hospitals and treatment centers while the rest of the world assumed they already understood her story. by eighteen, she's exhausted of being "the sick girl." so when she moves to san jose to live with her older brother, tyler toffoli, she decides this is her chance to start over. new city, new people, new life. no treatment center schedules. no school counselors watching her every move. just hockey, ocean air, and the freedom to finally figure out who she is outside of her illness. then she meets macklin celebrini. quietly intense, frustratingly observant, and impossible to ignore, mack sees through her faster than anyone ever has - and that terrifies her more than it should. because liking someone means letting them close enough to leave. and libby already knows how these stories end. but between late nights, growing feelings, and a future she's never allowed herself to imagine, libby starts to wonder if surviving is the same thing as living. and for the first time in her life, she might actually want more.

Dwudziestu jeden nastolatków. Jeden tajemniczy wyjazd. Miejsce, z którego nie da się tak łatwo odejść. To, co miało być zwykłą przygodą, szybko zamienia się w walkę z własnym strachem. Dziwne wydarzenia, niewyjaśnione tajemnice i narastające napięcie sprawiają, że nikt nie wie, komu może zaufać. Każdy krok może prowadzić do odpowiedzi... albo do kolejnej zagadki. Czy odważą się odkryć prawdę? W świecie pełnym sekretów największym wrogiem może okazać się strach.

Heya! This's a book about my OC's backstories (as is already very obvious). Some uploads may be long, some may be short, but I hope at least some of them can give you the fictional respite you need! Good reading to ya'll :DD

Do you know those Arab cultures about wedding? Those cultures are about parents choosing and looking for the husband for their daughters? My family is Asian, mix between Pakistan and Indonesia. My dad is a childhood friend with Yasser Malik. Ya, the one who is have a boy named as a Zayn Malik. From their childhood, they've made a promise to each other to become closer. They'd matchmaking their first daughter and son. I met Harry in Zayn's house and we have this feeling. I fall for him and he fall for me. But Zayn also has this feeling for me and he has the right. I'm a muslim and I know the consequences. By that I'm stuck with this triangle love, cultures, parents, and religion! Which one should be mine? Is it Harry or Zayn? Can love make everything possible? Can Harry and I be together? So, the lion has falling in love with the sheep..

Some love stories arrive like storms - sudden, loud, and impossible to ignore. But theirs began like a whisper. So quiet, so gentle, that neither of them realized when destiny first stepped into their lives. Trisha Sharma believed in small joys. In warm sunlight filtering through windows, in the comfort of sketching her dreams onto blank pages, in the quiet hope that tomorrow would be kinder than today. At twenty-five, she had learned that strength did not always mean loud courage. Sometimes, it meant soft endurance. She was shy, bubbly, endlessly positive, and deeply resilient - a girl who believed in kindness but never tolerated injustice. Yet when it came to love and marriage, her heart softened into nervous uncertainty. The idea of sharing her world with someone unknown made her shy, hesitant, and careful. Not because she feared love, but because she valued it too deeply. She wished for a love that felt safe. A love that felt like home. Ishaan Malhotra lived a life shaped by responsibility. At twenty-eight, he stood strong in a world of discipline and pressure, leading a powerful security company with calm brilliance. To others, he appeared confident and composed, yet inside him lived a quiet longing for simplicity and peace. Despite his success, Ishaan carried humility. He was thoughtful, kind, and deeply sincere. But when it came to marriage, the brilliant man turned shy. Emotional closeness made him cautious, not out of fear, but out of respect for the depth of connection he desired. He believed love should be gentle. Intentional. Safe. They are written in soft glances, quiet moments, and tender beginnings. And sometimes, the most powerful love arrives without noise. It arrives gently. It grows slowly. And before two hearts realize, it becomes everything. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

"I Missed You So Much!"

the boys, the girls, they all like carmen.

I'm a nerd getting back into writing with a new obsession 👍 ~ DISCLAIMER ~ I do not own any of these characters, nor you (obviously). The only thing I do own is these scenarios, and what happens in them. Anyways, have fun reading! Toodaloo!

A collection of Rumatherine (Rumple/Kat) fanfics I've done.

=========== | College AU | =========== Veronica, Adam, Marco, Rachel, Luis, Allura, Allinna, Leonardo, Layla and Lance are siblings. Veronica and Adam are twins. Marco, Rachel and Luis are triplets. Allura and Allinna are twins. Leonardo, Layla and Lance are triplets.

Request arcana stuff. no ones gonna read this but I had fun making it and its mostly angsty stuff sorry and fem. reader

Hi there! This is my first time writing fan-fiction so don't be afraid to give criticism! I'm totally open. I mainly do The Arcana but I have other interests too! I have done amateur role-play for 2-3ish years so I have some experience. Follow my Pinterest - @Viziblurr

Dit verhaal gaat over een Spaans meisje ( nouja haar ouders zijn in spanje opgegroeid) maar nadine woont haar hele leven in nederland. Als ze een marokaans meisje ontmoet begint ze zich steeds meer in de islam te verdiepen.....

Luke Edwards, un chico de 16 años de edad que vive solo en Los Ángeles, California, ya que sus padres debían volver a Londres y dirigir la empresa familiar. Asiste a la preparatoria Francoise Dupont, no solo es popular entre las chicas de su escuela, si no también es bueno en casi todas las actividades que se le presentan. Melody Marie, es una chica de 14 años de edad, que decide vivir por su cuenta al mudarse a Los Ángeles e inscribirse en el instituto Francoise Dupont, el cual no solo era secundaria, si no también preparatoria y universidad. Ella es algo torpe en el sentido de que se equivoca mucho, no es buena en matemáticas, pero cualquier cosa que tenga que ver con escribir, hablar y/o expresarse frente a un público se le da muy bien. El día en el que Melody es transferida al instituto se reúne con sus viejas amigas, platican sobre sus vidas y pronto discuten sobre la escuela. En ese momento a Luvek, una de sus compañeras, les propone que jueguen voleibol, a lo cual todas acceden. Melody estaba algo distraída lo cual causa que la pelota le pase rozando por la mejilla. La pelota cae y rueda hacia el pasillo de preparatoria, como todos ya sabían incluyéndola, estaba prohibido poner un solo pie en el pasillo, esa regla solo aplicaba para los de secundaria. En tal momento repentino, ella intenta no poner ni un dedo en el pasillo, pero eventualmente no alcanzo la pelota, mientras ella veía la pelota, un chico alto, güero, oji-azul toma la pelota y se la da. Ella no pudo evitar verlo entrar a su salón. Las amigas de Melody, preocupadas deciden llevarla a las bancas y dejarla ahí descansando, ya que claramente estaba muy distraída. Así fue como Luke y Melody se conocieron, sin decir una palabra.

Waring ⚠️ contains mention of suicide Also this story is completely made up Mackenzie Ziegler killed herself self a day ago.... nobody knew why she did what she did until a box of tapes went around telling the truth of what happened

SIEDEM STRON CZYSTEJ SZTUKI I ODWIEDZIN U TEŚCIÓW idźcie czytać Halemadge u @towarzysz_nadia, będzie więcej waszych otp

The Countess asked us to investigate the Palace. Apparently, a new ghost is running wild. Muriel and I know what to expect, but something else evades us.

[REQUESTS ARE CLOSED] Ever wanted to be with some Vesuvian babe? Me too...just, not Vlastomil, never Vlastomil. Anyways! You'll find more info on requests and such in the first chapter. (I write for ocs)

I have wanted to write something about Nadia and Antonio for quite a while so here it is. It is based loosely off Chicago P.D but obviously in a AU where Nadia didn’t get killed. It will explore their chemistry and where it leads along with a few surprises.