Yuiki

When Magali had the idea of writing letters every time she had a brief crush on a boy, in order to get out of her system every dangerous feeling that could get in the way of her relationship with Quim over the years, she didn't expect those same letters to be the cause. From her end, with all the letters being sent, Magali had to deal with the consequences of every crush including the one for her science teacher, her best friend's now ex-boyfriend, and worst of all... her best friend.

Hiklaus

A turma é convidada a passar as férias escolares no sítio da avó de Mônica. Cebola está disposto a reconquistar o amor da garota, mesmo ela estando namorando Do Contra, mas algo deixa o rapaz intrigado. Ele encontra uma fotografia de um casal que lhe parece muito familiar, e vai contar com uma ajuda mais que especial para resolver o mistério envolvendo essa fotografia. Mistério, aventura e muita confusão espera por você nesta história cheia de surpresas!

Liz Setório

After spending a few years away from the Limoeiro neighborhood, Mônica returns to attend college at the Federal University of Limoeiro and at a party, she meets Cebolinha again. How will old friends react?

Vatrushka

The years inevitably passed for the gang... And the beginning of adult life brings with it countless existential crises. Denise, now studying Journalism, seeks to rewrite and understand her own narrative. Maybe she doesn't want to remain just a secondary character. Perhaps, she is no longer so willing to accept this label. And that's how she rebelled. And this is her story.

M F Morningstar

His eyes still linger in my memories, brown and familiar. A month after the costume ball and I still remember you, Ghost Watcher, as if it hadn't been days and especially as if I'd known you a lifetime. As the days passed, I found that no matter how much time passed, what I had felt had become eternal. You won me over as quickly as you left and the only thing left for me to do is hope you return sometime, not just for a night, not just for a day. I confess that after a while, my hopes of seeing you were fading, but deep down, I hoped that I could see you again. And I truly thought I would never see you again, but one fine day you returned and with that everything I had felt that night hits me like a devastating wave. I had fallen in love with a ghost, but not just any ghost, but the Watching Ghost. I promised myself I'd find out who the real Watchful Ghost is behind the mask and that's what I'm going to do. Get ready, dear Ghost Watcher, for I won't give up until I get what I want.

Lisa Granger

Tears were streaming down his face, his heart was breaking and it hurt, God, it hurt. She'd rather have a thousand red-hot knives slashing through her body than just one slashing through her heart. The tightness in her chest and stomach was so strong she didn't think she could take it. Upon reaching home, she threw herself down the stairs until she reached her bedroom and finally to the bathroom, where she laid everything out, when she was finally finished, her stomach was empty. But the emptiness matched her heart, which was heavy in her chest, at the same time so empty and so full and with a suffocating pain, it felt like someone was holding her heart in their hands, squeezing, crushing, suffocating... and she he almost wished it was really that, because at least then that hopeless feeling would disappear. She rinsed her mouth with the tap water, the strange sensation on her tongue and looked up at the mirror. Just at that moment, facing the devastated figure that was staring back at her, Monica realized that she was crying, finally becoming aware of the hot tears streaming down her face. Her eyes looked like those of a torn animal or someone who had lost what she loved most on the face of the earth, which in a way was true, except that she hadn't lost it, had chosen to let it. — It's over, Onion! It's over... The memories and the words echoed in her mind, and the pain that came with them was so great it made her fall to her knees on the wooden floor, sobs escaping her throat and finally a scream, a painful cry that still couldn't express all the pain he felt at that moment.