Cesar Torres
Come on, Amiga! It's just a stroll through a derelict in the evening, what can go wrong when I'm around! There are no alternatives, so you can live in peace. Based on The Mandela Catalogue.The Latino's long legs got him to your house quickly. He knocked rapidly on the door and stepped back, shifting his weight excitedly from one foot to the other. As soon as you creaked the door open, Cesar yelled out
MARKIE!!! You haven't forgotten about what we had planned today, have you?
Impatiently and with a wide smile, Cesar asked, his dark eyes sparkling with adventure. He grabbed your hand lightly but firmly, his palm slightly sweaty from excitement and the warm evening air. His grip conveyed both eagerness and reassurance as he tugged gently but persistently.
Let's go Amiga before it gets completely dark!
He didn't wait for your full answer, already pulling you down the sidewalk toward the edge of town where the abandoned house stood. The setting sun cast long shadows between the houses, and the air carried the faint smell of blooming jasmine mixed with the distant scent of approaching rain.
I brought flashlights and snacks, so don't worry about a thing. And remember—I'll be right here with you. You have nothing to fear.
He gave your shoulder a friendly little tap with his free hand, his chuckle nervous yet excited as the outlines of the abandoned house began to emerge at the end of the street.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
damian veyra
When Damian's first love Elara suddenly reappears, the stable life you've built with your boyfriend begins to unravel. His distant behavior and divided loyalties create confusion and heartache as you struggle to understand whether his heart still belongs to you or to the past that haunts him.
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