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"Be advised on initial contact you have information Bravo."I nodded to myself, jotting down the weather information and the contact code on my kneeboard. My headphones muffled the sounds of passengers boarding the flight.I was so immersed in my preflight work, I didn't notice the Captain enter the cockpit. My eyes scanned the master flight plan, double checking that all the numbers were correct. Oil, hydraulics, fuel, oxygen - everything was logged precisely down to the decimal. "Alright, flight plan is uploaded & we should be ready for pushback in about 10 minutes," I announced, finally looking over to my left. My eyes widened, taking in the sight before me. He was tall with dark chestnut hair that was styled in a casual manner & a pair of sunglasses covered his eyes. His skin had a gorgeous tan that had me jealous. The white material of his uniform stretched over his broad shoulders, neatly tucking into his navy coloured trousers. I blinked rapidly, averting my gaze as he took a seat beside me. "Apologies for the late arrival," he began, getting himself situated. "I'll let it slide this time," I muttered in response, fiddling with the APU switches overhead. He didn't reply, but his lips twitched as he put on his headphones. I stole a glance in his direction, trying to catch a glimpse of his name badge. There was no doubt he was a Captain, the 4 stripes on his epaulettes confirmed that. He didn't say much as he completed his checking of the instruments & systems before clearing his throat to make a PA announcement. "Ready?""Hm?""Start Checklist?""Oh yes, sorry," I muttered, reaching for the laminated checklist. "Gear pins?""Removed.""Lights?" "Check."We went through the checklist smoothly in a nice flow & I found myself enjoying his deep, soothing voice. "Checklist complete.""Confirm, checklist complete," I nodded, looking up from the sheet. His grey eyes met mine, making my breath catch in my throat.Well fuck.…

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SEQUEL to Gaining Traction "Buckle up Moreno, it's time for the drive of your life," Dakota smiled, patting the front of his shiny car. "Tell Norris to get a good look at the back of my car. He'll be seeing it more often," Alessandro smirked under his helmet. "Hm, we'll see," she chuckled, taking a step back as the cars headed out onto the pit lane. The roar of the cars on the grid sent a thrill of excitement through her body. They sounded even better than last years cars. One by one, the five lights turned on. "It's lights out, and away we go!"- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Alessandro Moreno a 22 year old Formula 1 driver, fresh off his debut 2021 season with McLaren. With a passion for racing and a love for speed running in his Italian blood, he is determined to make his second season in the pinnacle of motorsport one for the history books. The 2022 season introduces new regulation changes, forcing teams to completely reengineer their cars. New regulations are in place to promote closer racing, elevating the spectacle of Formula 1 one step further. New cars, new rules, and new drivers. With his race engineer, Dakota Sanchez, by his side, what does the 2022 season have in store for Alessandro?A/N: I highly recommend that you read book 1 first, Gaining Traction. You can still read this as a stand alone, however some parts may be confusing.…

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COMPLETED"Seems to me," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, "that you have two heartbeats." "Oh really?" Dakota raised a brow, unconsciously pressing her thighs together. Alessandro hummed in response, his green eyes dark with lust. His racing suit hung loosely over his hips, the skin tight fireproof showing off his rippling muscles. "One here," he began, pushing a lock of hair off her shoulder. He took her hand, pressing it against her chest. Her heart hammered against her rib cage as if it was threatening to jump out. "Would you like to know where the other one is, Dakota?" Her breath hitched at her name leaving his lips. He spun her around, the two falling back onto the couch that was against the wall. She held her breath as he took her hand again. Slowly, he led her hand down her stomach. Lower. Lower.-------------------------The roar of V6 engines. The whirring of wheel guns. The sweet taste of champagne. All things that made Alessandro's heart race. The thrill of racing on tracks at speeds one could only imagine. The 2021 season was one that Italian Alessandro Moreno never saw coming. His first year as a Formula One driver. A chance to be 1 of 20 lucky enough to race in the most elite & selective sport in the world. He only had one shot. Out of nearly 7.9 billion people, only 20 had the opportunity. And there was no way he was letting anything fuck it up. Or so he thought. There was only one thing Dakota Sánchez loved in life. Speed. A thrilling feeling spread through her body at the sound of engines revving. The hustle and bustle up and down the pitlanes. The drama, the overtakes, the wheel to wheel racing. F1 had stolen her heart. COMPLETE - In a sport dominated by upper-class males, Dakota knew her options were limited. But she wasn't going to give up that easy. With one phone call on a late January evening, Dakota found herself in a shiny Aston Martin Safety Car. Original Character x Driver⚠ mature cont…

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I rounded the corner to the hall, only to smack into something. "I'm so sorry," I apologized, reaching down to pick up a book that had fallen. My heart skipped a beat as I looked up, making eye contact with a pair of hazel eyes."No worries," the boy replied, his voice rich and smooth, "Are you alright?"I nodded quickly, flashing a smile. I was too stunned to respond. Standing in front of me was none other than Prince Everest Dresden Macallister."Who are you?" he asked, tilting his head curiously."I'm Aspen," I replied, trying hard not to look away from his curious stare. "Dresden," he said, holding out his hand. I assumed he was going to shake mine, but instead he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss against it. My breath caught in my throat, my cheeks burning. "Nice to meet you," I managed to say without stuttering. "My apologies, but I have to hurry. Miss Elizabeth has asked me to retrieve something."He nodded, stepping aside as I hurried into the room. I stood there, taking a deep breath to calm myself. Once I was done, I spotted the prince sitting by the window, the book that I'd picked up in his hand. I ducked my head and made a beeline to the door. "Aspen," he called, making me freeze."Yes?""Will you be attending the Charity Gala?"-------------------Aspen's only purpose living in London was to finish her semester abroad. Or so she thought. She finds herself caught in the middle of The Royal Family and their dark past as she scrambles to sort out the course of her future. Never in a million years did she think she would find herself best friends with Prince Everest Dresden Macallister, the next heir to the British Throne. But it's not long before things start going south. Crush or no crush, Aspen doesn't have much time to prove her friendship to the future King. The clock is ticking. And time doesn't slow for anyone, Royal or not.…

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I was surprised when she ran her hands down my abs, almost to the waist band of my pants. "Mila," I warned, watching her bite back a smile. There was unmistakable tension around us and I had no idea where it came from. Maybe it was the alcohol. I stared down at her, watching the sultry look on her face."What are you doing to me," I muttered, resting my forehead against hers. I barely had a chance to blink before her lips were pressed against mine. My hands found their way to her hips, gripping them tightly as she tugged at my hair. Spinning her around, I pinned her against the wall. It felt like my lungs were going to burst as I pulled away, breathing hard. Mila gazed up at me, her eyes glazed over and cheeks pink. She reached up, wiping what I'm assuming was her lipstick from my lips. I couldn't help but lean down and press my lips against hers again. It was almost as if I was addicted to the way she fit against my body. "Ajax, we're both drunk," she gasped as I bit down on her ear gently.We could deal with the consequences later.-------------------------------------------------------------------------TW: Mentions of Anxiety, Depression, and some suicidal thoughtsSome Mature content - I'll put a warning before ;)Highest ranking in Romance - #8 12/20Highest ranking in Dance - #1 12/22…

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Compilation of short stories I've written to improve my impromptu writing ;). Requests r gladly accepted, just shoot me a topic or something and I'll write up a chapter. Feel free to comment advice or suggestions 😘. Also, this is a place for everyone to share their thoughts and ideas. You can even Private Message me and I'll reply! Lots of Love,Mia ❤️…

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"The stars.""What about them?" he asked, raising a perfect eyebrow, stepping closer. I took a step back with every step he took forward. "They're watching over us."He seemed to think about my words before speaking. "Over us? Or you think they're watching over you.""I know they're watching over us."My back hit the railing as he stood less than a foot away from me. His lips parted, releasing a puff of smoke into my face. The smell made me feel sick, but I didn't show it. "Mon cœur, no one is watching over us. It's just a fragment of your little imagination," he said bitterly, a cold look passing over his face. He dropped his cigarette, snuffing it out with his shoe. "No," I breathed, shaking my head, "the stars will always watch over us."- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *SLOWBURN*Isla Fischer, an 18 year old fresh out of high school and ready for life's adventures. With a hunger for risk and an obsession with camera's, Isla heads to France where her childhood ends, and her adulthood begins.Linette, the quiet girl from Italy who hopes to see the world, and prove her parents wrong. Saskia the stunning but "dumb blonde" Greek girl who hopes to spark love. The two join Isla on a journey that will take them around the world. Maybe even picking up some boys along the way ;). Isla's spontaneous personality and love for adventure earn her a reputation at the summer camp. The party doesn't start till Isla Fischer arrives. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Elliot Hernandez - the boy everyone whispers about, but never talks to. His passion for photography pushing him through forward as he struggles to navigate the adult life. His best friends Mathieu and Yann are the only ones who talk to him. Rumors say, he does drugs, smokes, and works for the Italian mafia - Linette thinks otherwise.Warning: some mentions of anxiety…

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"Oh shit.""What? What happened?""You're bleeding.""Oh.""How the fuck did you not notice you got shot?!""Oops."I blinked at Neymar's bewildered expression. Then, it was lights out. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A/N: Hello to the sudden influx of tik tok girlies - this book is UNEDITED. Yes there's a shit ton of typos and not all of the names were changed so there's a random Cameron in some chapters. Sorry not sorry. Enjoy!Natalia Rousseau is a 23 year old college going Gen Z human. She lives a normal life in Los Angeles. Well, as normal as her life can get. Here's the catch. She's not just some ordinary basic white girl. She works for the FBI. After spending 3 years in Quantico for training, she's finally free. But what happens when she has to look after a grown footballer? Not just any footballer. Neymar Jr. Well, lets just say, things don't go as planned.Started: September 2019Completed: June 2020…

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"So you're a Barça fan?" Marc clarifies."Definetly," I say."I approve," Marc says, nodding his head. "I mean doesn't everyone," I respond, flipping my hair. "Except Marco" Mario says."What, how could you?" I gasp, looking at Marco. "I thought we were friends!" He smirks before answering."Well, you thought wrong""Oh really, because 10 minutes ago, you called me schatz," I shot back. "WHAT?!" the boys burst out. Marco glared at me as his cheeks turned pink. I crossed my arms and smirk at him. "Your better watch your back, Martinez," Marco warned, narrowing his eyes. "Don't worry about me, Rolls Royce," I reply, getting up. I round the table and ruffle his hair before walking off. - - - - - - - - THIS BOOK IS LITERALLY SO BAD JUST FYI ITS ONE OF THE FIRST BOOKS I WROTE WHEN I WAS 15😭. So read at your own discretion. DISCLAIMER: Imagine the whole team is 19-27 years old. Marco is 19. This book was written a while back but I've made some changes to make it more up to date.Started: 24 December 2018Completed: 29 September 2019…