Francesco Stories

Kaia Ailmorthe is an 18 year old woman who loves Trinity Blood. When she attempts the game of the 3 Kings, she unexpectedly goes to the world of Trinity Blood. How will the Catholics react to her unorthodox beliefs and crazy personality?

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These are some of my favorite Cars Quotes ever from Cars 1 to 3

Elia has always believed in true love, even when the world offered little proof. Born in France but raised in the quiet Italian town of Bellacqua, she carries fragments of memory and a hope she guards closely. Her life shatters the night her mother is murdered, leaving her to navigate grief, uncertainty, and the shadows of the past. In the midst of her loss, Francesco appears; gentle, patient, and attentive. Their connection grows slowly, in quiet gestures and stolen moments: petals brushed from a coat, reflections written in a notebook, the steady rhythm of the river beside which she writes. Yet even within tenderness, some truths remain hidden. Elia must learn that opening her heart is both a fragile and courageous act. A literary, slow-burning romance of first love, grief, and the courage to trust again.

She's definitely not Ariel, the Little Mermaid. Hell, she believes everything in that movie is wrong about mermaids. There is definitely no singing in the world of mermaids, and most certainly no talking lobsters or fish. Or such thing as falling in love with humans. Because if you do, the mermaids will kill you. She never thought, never anticipated she would. But she did.

to jacopo pazzi, francesco is merely a dog. he is meant to serve him, do his dirty work, and be his right-hand man--nothing more, nothing less. jacopo has one ultimate goal for francesco: wipe out the de'medici family, once and for all. the pazzi name must be restored to its former glory and become the wealthiest bank in florence, no matter the costs. to achieve this goal, francesco will have to spill blood, even when it violates his own morals. and to jacopo, that doesn't matter, because francesco is just a dog. but francesco is a hungry dog, and hungry dogs are never loyal.

Fordítás, a történet nem saját! Biztosan mindenki gondolt már arra, mi történne, ha Lightning McQueent baleset érné a versenyen... Vajon hogy kezeli ezt Francesco?

SYNPOSIS: THE STAR SHINER: Memoir of a Celebrity Make-up Artist by Evan Richardson (published May, 2013, McFarland & Co. Print ISBN: 978-0-7864-7096-9 Ebook ISBN: 978-1-4766-0137-3 http://www.mcfarlandpub.com/book-2.php?id=978-0-7864-7096-9 http://www.amazon.com/author/evanrichardson) The memoir traces a young man from a small rural Kentucky town coming to Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, New York in the early ‘60s to study art and escape his domineering mother and abusive, alcoholic father. After a successful beginning in New York City as a fashion illustrator, and modeling in Paris, he becomes a makeup artist, one of the first to do make-up for American fashion magazines, working with Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar, and with notable fashion photographers: Richard Avedon, Irving Penn and Francesco Scavullo. The story is centered mainly between the ‘70s into the ‘90s and weaves the stories of celebrities at a time in New York City’s history when the city suffered financial difficulties that led to a lack of police protection, corruption and decadence, played out against the backdrop of the fashion and cosmetic worlds. While America concludes the war in Vietnam, the story takes the reader into wild nights at Studio 54 and into downtown after-hours sex dungeons, bars and discos on New York's lower West Side, seething with sex, drugs and violence, where people are treated merely as stepping stones to the next sexual encounter; culminating with the death of Richardson’s partner to AIDS in the early ‘80s that turns Richardson's life around with a spiritual awakening. As F. Scott Fitzgerald described the ‘20s: “It was the most expensive orgy in history.”

E' la vita tutto ciò che ci accade, bello o brutto che sia e non possiamo esimerci dall'esser prigionieri della nostra vita, a volte godendo di quella prigionìa, a volte soffrendo...

for my best friend. this is a continuous poem (well I don't know if this is a poem but whatever), with a purpose that won't be revealed. this "poem" doesn't rhyme, at all. this "poem" consists of simple words and periods at the end of each sentence. in this continuous "poem" each chapter has nine sentences, with gaps between. I put them there because I can, and it looks neat. if you get bored, good for you. go find another "better" book to read. ones with sex. go to your doctor. this poem doesn't consist of the dirty deed :) sorry if you feel lonely after reading this book, I don't mean it to make you feel like that...I'm lonely, I don't have a boyfriend. HIT ME UP! kidding I won't be interested. I never am, probably never will be to be completely honest. cause I've been interested in the same guy for a year and I hardly find guys attractive anymore unless it's him. I'm really annoying this isn't even a description. this book is about a girl, who is in love with a boy. if you're not interested...well lol. if you're reading this it's too late.

"Oh shit, you've changed a lot, little Val. You got... colourful." He commented, a huge smirk across that handsome face of his. "I got creative with the crayola crayons you used to stick up your nose." I smirked when he coughed on his smoke. "Not cool, Piccola Ragazza (Little girl)," he growled out. "Little girl?," I laughed in amusement, "I'm two years younger than you, Vecchio Uomo (Old Man)." - Francesco Giovanni barely recognised Valentina Rossi despite them growing up together. They each belonged to the only two Italian families in New York worth any acknowledgement. What will Fransesco do when he realises the younger girl has turned into a stunning, outspoken, tattooed vixen? Gone are the shy, blushing days for Valentina, and her childhood crush on Francesco is gone too. Or is it? What will happen when the two tattooed Italians clash, head to head? Double the trouble in more ways than one. The Italian Diavolo (The Italian Devil)

Accidents happen all the time. It really is only the outcome we have to worry about. After all; you win some, you lose some. ---- (Francesco/McQueen ship that nobody asked for.) (Well, one person asked. Then I wrote it. Now I'm publishing it.) (Also, don't expect happy fun Cars 2 banter; this is...not that.) (Please don't judge.) - Ester x

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