Tris is a budding photographer. While covering an event, she meets a rock band that catches her eye and soon offers her pictures. She just didn't expect that a few days later, the band's lead singer would invite her to attend one of her shows and that she would fall madly in love with him.

Três mundos. Três garotas. Uma guerra que não deveria existir. Uma profecia antiga anuncia três jovens destinadas a mudar o curso de uma guerra que ameaça muito mais do que o mundo dos bruxos ou dos semideuses. Quando Hogwarts, o Acampamento Meio-Sangue e a Audácia são obrigados a lutar lado a lado, seis jovens se veem unidos por uma missão que nenhum deles compreende completamente. Entre deuses, magia, monstros, segredos e sentimentos inesperados, eles terão apenas seis meses para se preparar. Porque os Titãs estão voltando. E, desta vez, eles sabem exatamente quem estão procurando. O problema? As três garotas também ainda não sabem quem são.

LittleBlack

How could a fear be worse than death? That's what Maylin thought about every time. Born into audacity, she let her dream become an obsession to lead alongside Eric, but the unexpected appearance of Dax's diary contained important snippets for all the answers she was looking for, and this time not even Eric and Tobias were able to help. Maylin. Even after facing her worst fear, the conclusions seemed to be like commas in a story and Maylin only realized how her thirst for revenge was only at the beginning.

Tobias Eaton, world-renowned businessman looked more like a Calvin Klein model than a businessman. Many would pay to spend a few minutes with him, let alone an entire night. Beatrice Prior, businesswoman in the fashion business, stylist, organizer of the biggest events in New York and still considered one of the women who most won the hearts of rich men. She appeared in magazines and men stopped to listen to her very intelligent criticisms and comments, which made her an even more desirable woman. Money, beauty, intelligence and good friends, what was Beatrice and Tobias missing?

NatihH

One night. An error. A repentance that tore the soul apart. I felt lost without Tris. If I could go back in time, I wouldn't have taken Nita with me, and with that that night would never have happened. Now I should bear the consequences, after all I am, or at least I was married. The responsibility is mine alone.

Grace

Las Vegas. Some nights. A wedding. Sometimes things are not as they seem. Our love story was perfect. We had met in Las Vegas three weeks ago and we had lived a love story worthy of a movie: we fell madly in love with each other. Soul connection. The problem was that I lived in New York and he lived in Chicago. As neither of us really believed in a long distance relationship, we were getting ready to say goodbye, until he made the proposal and I decided to accept and move to Chicago with him, after all, of the two of us, my profession was the most important. flexible when it came to locations. — And how was the order? – the presenter asks. — We were watching some basketball game on the bedroom TV. We had decided not to go out that night for two reasons. The first is that we wanted some time for ourselves, after all, it was our farewell night after we spent almost three whole days glued to each other. The second is that we were both hung over after spending three days drinking. I say, making the audience laugh again. I had a talent for giving interviews, as I was able to create a light and relaxed atmosphere. “I told him I didn't want those days to ever end. He smiled at me and replied that they didn't need to end and asked if I wanted to spend the rest of my days with him. I say, smiling. “Well, it's practically impossible to say no to Tobias when he smiles cutely and stares at you with those magnificent eyes. We left the room and went looking for an Elvis to celebrate our wedding. I say, cracking a smile. I see several people smiling in the audience too. — Simple as that? – the presenter asks. — Simple as that. - I confirm. “I got married wearing sweatpants, flip-flops and a poorly done ponytail. — I finish, drawing laughter from those who were present in the studio.