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Ola! Sou Nathalia Maíra, mas podem me chamar de Nathy-sama ou NMCMsama (ou só Nathy). Escrevo histórias normalmente com temática homossexual...
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“Definitivamente uma das melhores histórias que eu já li, bem escrita, interessante... Mostra que as pessoas tem várias cores além do preto e branco. AMEI essa fic, os personagens são fofos e divertidos e super shippaveis, os pais de ambos e irmãos e o Drigo são maravilhosos. Super recomendo,”
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In a Brazil of the future. Yes, Brazil with “Z” as we must adapt to our true owners. And they don't like the "s". In this “new” country, everything seems strangely old.
It was just a normal day... In a world that values normality... For that, conflicts must be avoided.
There is a kind of silence that weighs more than any war cry. It is the silence of the gap between the oaks across the frozen ground, the steam of a soup shared only with longing and the constant fear of waiting for someone who may never return. In Patavium, Aemilia became the lady of a home haunted by uncertainty. Torn between the relentless responsibility of governing the land and the intimate torment of not knowing her husband's fate, she refuses to succumb to despair. To protect the property and those who depend on it, Aemilia will have to find strength where only solitude remains, proving that dignity and love can be shields as sturdy as iron.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again. Helena is in no hurry, nor is she afraid, and she does not let herself be swayed by pretty words. But every rose has its thorn. When two such different presences cross her path, she will discover that it is not possible to keep everything under control at all times. One calms, the other sets ablaze. One is shelter, the other is storm. For even the gentlest calm holds a flame, and within the storm itself there is already a harbinger of tranquility - each heart carries within itself both the flame and the breeze that can extinguish it. Be careful not to lose yourself. The labyrinth is yours, and only you will find the way out.
Luck and his father, Gyu, end up falling into a cursed water puddle along the way. The result? Every time they come into contact with cold water, the father turns into a brown bear and Luck transforms into a pink-haired girl! And worse: they have to go back home and face Anna, Luck's sister, who has no idea of the danger of letting the two of them get near a bucket of water. To top off the chaos, school is the least of their problems. Between a vengeful rival who carries a very heavy umbrella, a lovestruck boy who won't take "no" for an answer, and a mysterious squirrel that seems to want to destroy Luck's patience, life has turned into a mess.
Some memories don't need a name to become impossible to forget. One night. Two strangers. No promises. Beatrice Cross never imagined she would run into the man who, for a few hours, made the world disappear. With no names or expectations, that night should have stayed in the past. Until she recognizes him. Ethan Harrington is everything she should avoid: arrogant, impeccable, and dangerously capable of awakening feelings she spent a year trying to forget. Now, however, there is an obstacle between them: Mark Sterling. The man Beatrice chose. The best friend Ethan never thought he would have to lie to. Between inevitable encounters, lingering glances, and a tension impossible to ignore, the attraction threatens to cross every boundary. Beatrice knows what she could lose. Ethan knows the weight of loyalty. And Mark trusts them both without imagining that the danger is closer than he could ever suspect. Because some choices don't just destroy relationships. They destroy everything you tried to protect. And sometimes, the cruelest lie is pretending nothing happened.