-ENEMIES TO LOVERS- You are in Australia for a summer camp, there is Liam is one of the most popular guys 1.90 tall, black hair, athletic and always with the surfboard, he seems to live for the waves and to win any challenge. He is sarcastic, competitive and loves to provoke, especially you. Between continuous bickering, intense glances and a tension that grows day by day, what was supposed to be just a summer camp turns into something much more complicated. english version

-ENEMIES TO LOVERS- Thiago ha 20 anni, nato e cresciuto nello stesso quartiere tuo. Abita proprio accanto a casa tua da sempre da bambini eravate inseparabili: pomeriggi passati insieme, segreti condivisi, promesse che sembravano eterne. Lui era la tua persona preferita, e tu la sua. Thiago ha capelli scuri, sguardo intenso, quel tipo di fascino che non prova nemmeno ad avere ma che tutti notano, sicuro di sé, testardo, impulsivo. Sa essere freddo quando vuole e spesso usa il sarcasmo come difesa. Poi è successo qualcosa, un avvenimento che ha rotto tutto. Parole dette male, silenzi troppo lunghi, una fiducia spezzata che nessuno dei due ha mai davvero riparato e da quel momento siete diventati tutto il contrario di ciò che eravate: frecciatine, discussioni, sguardi pieni di cose non dette. Vivete porta accanto, ma sembrate mondi opposti. eppure, anche se vi odiate… conoscete ancora ogni parte dell’altro versione italiana

-VERSIONE ITALIANA- James Cartier ha 19 anni, nato e cresciuto nel Bronx. Capelli neri disordinati, occhi scuri e intensi con corpo segnato da tatuaggi. Lavora come meccanico in un’officina del quartiere, ma non è solo quello. Sa come muoversi nella strada, sa come ottenere ciò che vuole, e la gente lo rispetta… o lo teme. Guida sempre una macchina nera, vive da solo in un appartamento malridotto: niente famiglia, niente punti di riferimento. Freddo, diretto, provocatorio. Non si fida di nessuno e tiene tutti a distanza. Fino a quando non incontri lui… e qualcosa cambia.

-ENEMIES TO LOVERS- sei in australia per un campo estivo, c’è Liam è uno dei ragazzi più popolari Alto 1.90, capelli neri, atletico e sempre con la tavola da surf, sembra vivere per le onde e per vincere qualsiasi sfida. È sarcastico, competitivo e ama provocare, soprattutto te. Tra battibecchi continui, sguardi intensi e una tensione che cresce giorno dopo giorno, quello che doveva essere solo un campo estivo si trasforma in qualcosa di molto più complicato. versione italiana

-JESTER X PRINCESS- Chester had never truly “arrived” at court. He had simply always been there. Son of a kitchen maid, he grew up among the smell of bread, clattering dishes, and cold castle corridors. Barefoot and restless, with messy brown hair and sharp green eyes, he slipped through every space he wasn’t meant to enter. He belonged nowhere—and so he was everywhere. That’s how he met her. The princess was not yet a princess. Just a lonely child, shaped by rules, silence, and watching eyes. Chester was freedom. The first time they spoke, he didn’t bow—he teased her. She laughed instead of taking offense. And just like that, something dangerous began. They met in secret, hidden in forgotten passages. He taught her how to slip away unnoticed; she taught him to read, to speak like nobility, to pretend he fit in a world that rejected him. He made her laugh until she forgot her loneliness. She made him forget his place. For a while, they felt equal. Then the world caught up. Guards started stopping him, servants pulling him away, whispers following every step. And the princess grew into her role, bound by duty and distance. They never stopped finding each other—only learned to do it quietly. Chester understood one thing clearly: if he wanted to stay near her, he had to become harmless. So he turned himself into a mask—loud, absurd, exaggerated. He buried everything real beneath laughter. He became the court jester. Tall now, 1.90, with wild brown hair and green eyes that see too much, he makes the court laugh. But every joke hides something sharper And when he looks at her, he is no longer the boy he was. He knows he should keep his distance. But he never does.

Your best friend basically drags you to a boxing match you didn’t want to come to. You weren’t in the mood, you didn’t care about fights, noise, or crowds—but in the end you gave in. The moment you step inside, the atmosphere hits you first: loud, heavy, electric. The crowd is restless, the air thick with anticipation. And then you see him, Jace. Tall, around 1.90. Black hair, messy like he doesn’t bother with anything he can’t control. Ice-cold eyes that don’t seem to miss anything. His body is perfect in that unsettling, undeniable way—lean muscle, tension everywhere like he’s always ready to strike His arms are covered in tattoos, dark ink wrapping around skin like stories he doesn’t tell anyone. He fights without gloves, without a mouthguard, like rules were never meant for him. Bare chest. Only boxing shorts. No protection, no hesitation. Like pain is just part of the deal And then there’s the rest—what you hear about him even before you see him properly. He rides a motorcycle like he’s trying to outrun something, always on the edge, always too fast, too reckless, too much People around you react to him without even realizing it—some with admiration, some with fear And you just stand there Because the worst part is not that he looks dangerous.It’s that he looks completely in control of it

La tua migliore amica ti ha praticamente trascinata a un incontro di boxe nei palazzetti non volevi venire, ma alla fine hai ceduto. Appena entri, il rumore ti colpisce: musica alta,adrenalina nell’aria e poi lo vedi: Jace alto circa 1.90, capelli neri spettinati, occhi come il ghiaccio, Il fisico perfetto, braccio tutto tatuato. Combatte per incontri di boxe organizzati sul momento e lo fa senza guantoni o paradenti, con il petto nudo e con solo pantaloncini da boxe. Ha una moto, partecipa a raduni e corse notturne ed è sempre al limite.