Turin Stories

I died in modern Tokyo-and snapped awake as a two-year-old noble in 11th-century Italy the very night a "new star" blazed above Turin. Now emperors whisper "prophet," popes arrange my betrothal to a princess I've never met, and a single line of "impossible" alphabet has kingdoms on edge. I'm Gian-Stella: fourth son, toddler, and walking library of future knowledge no one's supposed to have. The good news? - A margravine mother and count father are willing to shield me... if I use my hidden smarts to help run their realm. - An eleven-year-old firebrand named Matilda thinks my ABC song is sorcery, but she still wants to marry me. The bad news? - The Holy Roman Emperor-the Black King himself-wants that "star-marked heir" under his thumb. - One wrong prophecy (real or forced) could send me to the Inquisition's pyre. Survive court intrigue, hide my reincarnated memories, and maybe invent an early pizza-no tomatoes yet, but bread and cheese count, right? Reborn genius meets medieval power games in a fast-paced YA alt-history full of scheming popes, celestial omens, and one toddler determined to outwit them all.

❝ We must learn who is gold, and who is simply gold plated. ❞ © 𝕎𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 This story is a sequel of Flexing games

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When the lights were off, somebody didn't make it out alive .. Alessandro Mahmoud, AKA Mahmood, didn't expect for someone, especially someone as close to him as Duncan Laurence, to die at that party.... and he didn't expect to be the prime suspect to the murder. it's up to Blanco and the rest of the Eurovision entrants to save Mahmood before it's too late. Can they do it?

A short work summarizing five strange facts about the religious icon known as the Shroud of Turin, believed to be the cloth that covered Jesus when he resurrected. To support my work, check out my kindle books for sale on my Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/Adam-Leon/e/B09VCZBB91?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1&qid=1668326472&sr=1-1

A group of people forged in the fire of ancient Israel, the shadowy remnants of a French claim to power and one of the most controversial relics to ever exist. Brothers John and Jimmy have a big night planned with one of their childhood friends, but when they arrive at his house to find he is missing, their plans take an unexpected turn. Information they receive while visiting their grandfather, the last remaining relative, spurs the reunion of old friends who discover their relationships were not by chance. Can they follow the clues left behind in order to continue the work of their ancestors? Do they have what is takes to stop a secret religious cult before they change the world forever? Can they rebuild The Blood Cloth Syndicate?

The fiercest warrior to ever walk the face of our planet was a girl. A girl who was named Lavender and raised on a farm. A girl who grew up to fight better than most men and make her own rules. She was a free spirit. One who did not listen nor obey society's standards, and sadly, that is what put an end to Lavender. However, her tale is told to young girls all across the world. The Tale of Lavender was a bedtime story, a happy story, a sad story, an inspiring story, and a story that most girls heard before they could even speak. Young girls were expected to play like she would, yet grow up to be civil and peaceful women who obeyed the law and men. One girl though, didn't give up the hope of being a brave and free warrior. In fact, she was so adamant about doing her own thing, she brought back Lavender's spirit. And through her, the fierce warrior lived again. This is not a story about falling in love with a prince and being rejected, it is a story about a girl. A girl with the name of Anya who lived with the spirit of Lavender inside of her.

A ballad I wrote imagining the parting of Turin Turambar and Beleg Cuthalion during the events of the Silmarillion when Turin runs away from Doriath and Beleg is sent to find him. Just what was going through their minds when they were separated? This song was written as part of my story 'In Shadows', but won't appear in it for several more chapters. My first attempt at ever writing a song! I am currently in the process of creating the music for it.

Lydia, a beautiful young wife, and Edgar, a loving sweet husband, are thankful for how merry their lives ended up being; living in a manor house and enjoying the pleasures of life together... What could go wrong? As tragedy scourges their lives, Lydia can only wish for their love to remain strong enough to keep the both of them bonded... for Edgar keeps the little gaiety remaining from draining out of herself. On the other hand, we have Lydia's sister, Genevieve. Beautiful Genevieve is a mystery in Royal Turin; gorgeous and mysterious, just like the Viscount she holds for a lover... And just like her lover, she must cope with the most dreadful of curses... Her hydra though, opens a whole new world of possibilities to her most beloved sister. Secrets unfold; the things that were once believed to be tales are in fact real; There is a way for Lydia's wish to come true. Romance/Vampire/Historical Fiction

"ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵃʳ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ˢᵏʸ" 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟷𝟸𝚝𝚑 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍: ??? ©𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶

Hurin watches, as those he loves meet their doom. Cover art not mine!

In this book, I will be picking Europe's top teams and picking the best 11 of that team plus managers and back up players. I will also want you guys to get involved, so in the comments put your best 11 of that team or give me team suggestions, cause I love building teams.

Una noiosa serata può diventare l'occasione della vita, così come un enigma potrebbe sconvolgere le sorti del mondo. Tra panorami mozzafiato e rocambolesche fughe Noami dovrà fare i conti con una nuova realtà, che molto silenziosamente trova rifugio nelle più impensabili località

❝ WHERE SHE CHOOSES HER ITALIAN SIDE OF HER FAMILY ❝ © @kinghavertz

even in her darkest despairs, paulo will always find a reason for charlene to stay alive

If you study abroad, you should probably lie to your boyfriend. AJ and I have always had this animal attraction, 'I want to throw you against the wall and lick ice cream off you' sorta thing. But I wasn't sure how he felt, so I told him all the details about living in Spain. Kissing boys with chocolate eyes and salty lips, sleeping in train stations, accepting dates with wealthy diplomats so I could have a decent meal. I shouldn't have told AJ, and I shouldn't tell you now. But I'm going to. This time, I'm doing it right. I'm sharing my diaries along with the letters I wrote AJ, so you can see it wasn't all fun and games. I was a million miles from my family and friends. It got lonely. It got dark. Here's the retelling of my study abroad in Spain. I'm Holly Fricklesnap. And this is one of my delusions of glamour.