Latin Stories

He leaned back in the chair, head tilting toward the ceiling, and let out a slow, low laugh. A man like him, used to winning, used to commanding, used to seducing at will... had been bested in fascination by a girl in a bikini. By a woman who carried blood on her skin like perfume. The thought alone made him shiver. Diego closed his eyes, whispered once more in that soft, rolling Portuguese, letting it echo in the suite: "Minha louca... minha perfeita... você é impossível." Impossible. That was her. And he had no intention of walking away, no matter how dangerous the game had just become. Diego set the glass down on the lacquered table, the faint clink of crystal echoing in the stillness of the suite. His mind raced even as his body ached, each pulse of pain from his wounded arm reminding him of her-the way she had moved, the way she had dominated even when chaos screamed around them. Ada Moreau was a hurricane contained in human form, and he couldn't stop thinking about how close he had been to being crushed by it, physically and... otherwise. He rose slowly, limping just slightly from the arm wound, eyes scanning the room as if she were there with him now, watching, calculating. Every man who had come into his life had been manageable. Predictable. Disposable. Not her. Not Ada.

At seventeen, I was just another foster kid....until Carlos Salazar made me believe in forever. A reckless smile. Dangerous charm. A touch that burned. For one fleeting moment, he was everything. Until the night he left me broken. Now I'm twenty-two. An assassin. My world runs on blood and contracts, not love. The girl he knew is buried.But the cartel doesn't care about scars, and fate doesn't care about promises. My new assignment? Protect the man who ruined me. He doesn't recognize me. I remember everything. The lies. The scars. The night that turned me into this. Carlos wants the sweet girl he lost. But someone else has already seen the woman I've become...sharp. dangerous. untouchable. In his world, softness is a liability. He doesn't promise comfort. He promises survival. I swore I'd never love again. But between the man who shattered me and the one who offers no mercy at all, my heart becomes a battlefield. And when the truth finally bleeds out, all that's left are sinners.....with watercolour eyes. -Dark romance -Assassin FMC -Enemies to lovers -Love triangle -Obsession

SAN FRANCISCO SERIES 5 Isn't it strange how sometimes the people we meet are not meant to replace what was broken - but to help us understand why it broke in the first place? Two and a half years after everything fell apart, Elena Rivera thought she was finally ready. Ready to confess what she never had the courage to say. Ready to fight for the love that once felt like home. But timing has never been kind to her. Because the moment she gathers the courage to speak - she sees him. Tekeshi. Standing beside someone else. Smiling in a way that used to belong to her. And just like that, the future she rehearsed in her head disappears. Tekeshi never meant for things to become this complicated. What started as a harmless arrangement in Paris became a shield - a way to protect himself from the possibility that Elena had already moved on. Fake feelings were easier. Controlled. Safe. But nothing about his heart has ever been safe. And now he stands in the middle of consequences he never intended to create. Then there is Itsuki Hamada. The quiet cousin. The steady one. The one who never ran. What begins as friendship between Itsuki and Elena slowly turns into something heavier - something grounded, something patient. A connection built not on chaos, but understanding. And yet... feelings do not disappear just because time has passed. They change. They deepen. They pull. Like gravity. Violetta never asked to be part of a love story that wasn't hers. All she wanted was clarity. Distance. Peace. But when emotions overlap and truths remain unsaid, walking away becomes harder than staying. Gravity Between Us is a story about timing, pride, and the invisible force that pulls hearts toward what feels inevitable. Some bonds break. Some bonds bend. Some refuse to disappear. Will they find their way back to each other? Or will someone finally learn that love is not about holding on - but knowing when to let go?

"Promise me something." "Anything." "Promise me we won't let anything break us up." --- For as long as it's mattered, Jake Chanler has been the Most Important Thing in Amelia's universe. He's more than just her best friend, he's her soulmate. But with love triangles, family drama, and the miscellaneous feelings that came with life in High School, can their relationship take the strain? Or will they flame out before they make it to graduation?

Indigo Pereira is a young autistic man from Costa Rica with an unstable gift: technopathy, the power to control and create technology with his mind. Tired of injustice, he sets out to confront dictators and corrupt officials, starting at the U.S.-Mexico border, where he meets Jolie Ávila, a fierce and flirtatious girl scarred by the loss of her aunt, whom he honors by wearing a purple garter. What begins as an improvised rebellion transforms into a global mission when Trump-after an unexpected battle-reveals that Putin, Ortega, Maduro, and Kim Jong-un are planning to reunite the threads of love and destiny: relics capable of fusing souls and granting unlimited power. Traveling through Latin America, Indigo and Jolie face clones, cyberattacks, ancient chi, mutant dictators, giant orangutans, and hypnotic cumbias. But they will also experience emotional struggles, discover their heroic lineage, and learn what it means to truly connect. With action, humor, social commentary, romantic moments, and hints of anime, this story blends the absurd with the profound in a youthful epic where Latin America is the battlefield... and love, a revolution.

She's loud, bubbly, funny and impossible to ignore. He's cold, grumpy, and impossible to impress. But of all the guys chasing her, only Señor-the one who looks away-stole her heart.

After Opal's father left them, Opal's mom has been acting crazy. She constantly would get mad at Opal for not acting like a "lady" which Opal found very unfair. When Opal was 13 years old her mother sent her to a boarding school were she constantly got bullied for not being good enough. She was failing the majority of her classes until her mother did something horrible to change her grades.

The story behind the group Stratcore Velemores.

❦ 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷? ❦ FULL CHAPTERS + BONUS CHAPTER This is a continuation of Esperanza's life and milestones with her daughter and her husband Miguel. ----------------------------- I am not affiliated with Pam Munoz Ryan, I'm just doing an add on for this novel for fun and entertainment.

"He looked at me like I was everything... then broke me like I was nothing." Leora Samaris De La Cruz is a Dominican wolf shifter with fire in her spirit and pointe shoes on her feet. A gifted ballerina, baker, and believer, she escapes a brutal home only to stumble into something more dangerous a bond she never asked for. When she meets Alpha Ruben Ezra Santos, her fated mate, he rejects her without hesitation. She's not a Luna by blood. Not a warrior. Not his equal... or so he thinks. But Leora refuses to break. As she trains, heals, and rises in both power and grace, the world around her begins to shift. War brews between rival packs. New alliances form. And an ancient calling starts to awaken in her bones. She was never just a girl dancing in the dark. ✨ Step into a world where ballet meets bloodlines, faith fuels survival, and a wolf learns to choose herself-no matter the cost.

Poems by me that I think you might enjoy - please read and tell me what you think!

"¿Alguna vez te has preguntado que es la esperanza? ¿Porque sentimos amor?, ¿Porque tenemos un "Déjà vu"?, son preguntas que no nos hacemos muy seguido más sin embargo, cada día, cada hora, se manifiestan en hechos cotidianos. ¿Qué pasa si te digo que somos mucho más que simples seres evolutivos? ¿Que tenemos capacidades inimaginables y estos fenómenos de la cual no tenemos explicaciones científicas son solo la punta del iceberg?. Descubre esta experiencia con Adam, un chico solitario que se aventura a Francia a cumplir su sueño de estudiar en la ULC (l'Université des Langues Centrales) . Llevando muchas sorpresas en su viaje y topándose con una deidad que lo maldice, dejando a Adam en una situación un tanto inusual.

This is book two of a trilogy. Book one is Crimson. Be sure to read that first before continuing. Waking up many days later, Isabella discovers the ramifications of her connection with Pligal as her body suffers the effects. Pligal, now in a desperate position as the looming threat of the Torsons hangs over his people, prepares for battle with the tenuous connection with Isabella. Piercing their dimensional veil proves problematic as Isabella focuses on her own needs leaving Pligal to mend their connection fight a difficult war of survival against merciless beasts. A new chapter will be released every month on the first Friday.

IN THE QUIET CORNERS OF AN ART STUDIO, WHERE SUNLIGHT FILTERED THROUGH DUSTY WINDOWS, TWO WORLDS COLLIDED. ZOIE, WITH HER DELICATE SKETCHES OF TULIPS AND FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS, WOVE MAGIC ON CANVAS-A SILENT ODE TO THE ENVIRONMENT. HAKEEM, A NEWCOMER, PAINTED WITH BRUSHSTROKES THAT MIRRORED THE RHYTHM OF NATURE ITSELF. NEITHER KNEW THAT DESTINY HAD DIPPED ITS BRUSH IN SERENDIPITY, MIXING THEIR LIVES LIKE COLORS ON A PALETTE. THEIR SHARED PASSION FOR THE ENVIRONMENT WOULD UNRAVEL SECRETS, FORGE CONNECTIONS, AND PAINT A STORY MORE VIBRANT THAN ANY CANVAS. AS THE SUN DANCED ACROSS ZOIE'S SKETCHES AND CAUGHT THE GREEN LEAVES OF HAKEEM'S BEADED BRACELET, THE STAGE WAS SET. THE ART, THE LUCK, AND THE WHISPERED PROMISE OF CONNECTION-ALL WAITING FOR THAT FIRST BRUSHSTROKE, THAT FIRST CONVERSATION, AND THE UNFOLDING OF THEIR TALE. AND SO BEGINS THE JOURNEY OF "NATURE'S PALETTE: THE LUCKY INTERSECTION." 🎨 🍀 ✨

Pax Pacis, The Peace Corps, holds total dominion over Mundus. The people however, are getting restless. So many of the citizens are unhappy with the way of life. The never ending struggle of love and hate, the tireless jobs that they must constantly take part in. It is all work no play in this Dystopian Society. When Payce Lesterium, son of Kevan Lesterium, leader of Pax Pacis, begins forming a Rebel army. tensions begin to rise. The Divisions begin to crumble and turn against each other and Pax Pacis must discover a way to keep hold of its power. Ethne Sotriell is the key. But is she the key to Pax Pacis? Or to the Rebellion?

After only a few minutes of lying down, from downstairs I hear my radio turn on. It begins playing "The Christmas Song." "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire." "Jack frost nipping at your nose." I jerk up, looking towards my door. The radio is run by batteries so now electricity isn't the culprit here. It's something else. Someone. Else. "Yuletide carols being sung by a choir." Slowly, I get up, opening my bedroom door. Someone can't be in my house...Everything is locked. Maybe somebody broke in earlier when I got home from shopping but that's almost impossible, I re-locked it as soon as I entered the house. "And folks dressed up like Eskimos..." "Everybody knows." Once reaching the bottom of the staircase, I look into the large doorway of the living room next to my kitchen. A man...So I think, is in there, poking at the lights on my tree, holding my radio. I look it up and down. This is no man. No, no this is no man at all." Gene, a twenty-six year old woman usually spends Christmas alone with her Hallmark movies. This Christmas will be different. Her best friend of twenty years despises anything to even do with the holidays but can't help but let Gene into his humble abode after what she encounters one Winter night. ⚠️ WARNING⚠️ THIS STORY IS STILL UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION!!! Thank you for your patience! ALSO ART BY ME 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thomas just moved in Marseilles for college. He settles in his dorm, but little does he know that his roommate is no ordinary person. ------------------------------ 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥: 𝗠𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗻. 𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘂𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. ❥𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ❥

Let yourself be carried away by San-Wellspring's mores and its dynasty that reigns there. Perhaps you will even discover its greatest secrets. Amor, gloria y éxito as some say: these are the watchwords of the city of San-Wellspring... Samuel will finally find her best friend, he will be able to tell her that he loves her, the problem: she tells him that she is in love with the boy from their shared apartment : Mike... Finally, maybe the hole he feels inside of him can only be filled in the worst way possible. Salomé is a Venezuelan who came to study in the United States in the city of San-Wellspring. After 4 years of long distance friendship she finally finds her best friend... But he seems different and gets closer to the wrong people.... And she is sure of it. What will happen when an inhabitant of their apartment will tragically dies, opening up greater control to "the Pack" over the city? ~Sorry for the mistakes, english is not my first language~

Holá! Just a few of headcanons