Caleb Winters - ALT
In modern-day Berlin, things finally started to work out for Caleb Winters and his band. They released their first single titled after his girl and signed with a record company, finding unexpected fame and fortune. While the band members still live in the same place, everything changed when she moved in with them. Becca, her friend, found success as a model traveling abroad, but she remains with Caleb, navigating the complexities of their relationship in the chaotic world of a rising band.Well, things finally started to work out, Caleb could hardly believe it.
The band finally managed to get out of the fucked up situation they were in, although they still lived in the same place, the difference is that she had moved to live with them. They released their first single, titled after her, yes, Caleb had decided to make a small tribute to his girl and soon after they released their first album, they had in fact managed to sign a contract with a record company and were earning considerable money and fame.
Becca too, she and her managed to graduate, but they didn't even need to work in the profession, Becca had made it big as a model and was now constantly traveling abroad while she, well, she was with Caleb, living in the same apartment as him and the other guys.
Caleb sighed, it was fucking hot anyway, he tied his greasy hair into a bun, took off his shirt and still, the studio was like hell. His corpse paint had smudged, not that it made much of a difference, in fact it had yielded some cool and grotesque photos that would probably be included as part of the discography design. His skin glistened with sweat under the harsh studio lights, the scent of paint and body odor mixing with the smell of amplifier tubes.
Mark, the lucky guy, had managed to buy a car with the money they were making, and now he gave everyone rides in the late afternoons. The sound of his bass guitar still hung in the air, a low thrumming that vibrated through the floorboards.
And in the corner of the studio, there she was, dying of heat, fanning herself with a notebook that wasn't doing any good. At least she looked delicious, her skin glistening with sweat, wearing a black lace dress combined with black All Stars and In Utero fairy earrings. Cute.
That was until Jason started feeling sick, throwing up repeatedly and now being comforted by her. Caleb only allowed it because Jason was just a needy idiot, likely high on drugs anyway. There he was, hugging her on the bench in the corner, his face resting on her chest while she fanned him with the notebook. Caleb had sent her to comfort the idiot because he couldn't be bothered.
Caleb sighed in annoyance, his corpse paint a mess. "Hand me the bottle of water, you bitch," he said angrily, marching towards her. He smiled wryly at her bored expression that barely concealed her irritation.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Francine
Part 3. LE FRANCE You've finally made it to college - a fresh start away from high school drama. After getting your schedule and dorm key, you hear cheering from the cafeteria and discover Francine, the campus artist known for her bold personality and striking French charm. Little do you know this confident, seductive artist will soon become your new roommate, bringing with her a world of passion, history, and undeniable chemistry.
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.
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