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Three friends... Conflicts, problems, sex, discoveries and dreams...

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I still remember the first time I heard the song from that little box... “Would you protect me? - Asked the little girl with wavy hair and a slightly flushed face as she moved the box. -Of course - replied the boy who appeared to be four years older. -Even if your life was in danger? - The girl insisted. -Of course... ” Now we were running, and I was no longer a little girl, the wind in my hair, the moonlight in the sky as lighting and, a gigantic open space. I felt tired already, my breath was labored, the box hanging around my neck on a silver chain. I pressed her to my chest, took a moment to breathe. -Let's go! We do not have time! - He yelled. I ran again. Clouds were beginning to cover the moonlight, making it difficult to see. I heard the sound of the box again, maybe it was my imagination... Maybe she wanted to say something... That doubt didn't last long. An explosion cleared the sky and cut through the silence of the night. I stopped suddenly.

Jean Carlos

Marina and Rafael Valença always had everything many young people wished for: money, recognition, and an apparently perfect family. But growing up under the same roof never meant living the same childhood. After the events at Camp Aurora, the siblings return home and discover that some wounds were not left behind. While Marina tries to free herself from Helena's expectations, Rafael finds an old photograph that raises questions about Vicente Valença and his past in music. Between childhood memories, forgotten promises, and carefully hidden secrets, the two will need to face a truth that could destroy everything they believed they knew. Because some secrets tear families apart. Others are capable of uniting two siblings forever.

Petit Ange

The world has ended. There is no future left on the outside, nor humanity waiting to be rescued. What exists is a reality preserved by the will of a single person who keeps the memory of the world and everything that remains of humanity. The problem is that not everyone agrees that this existence should continue... Eine, a survivor of the catastrophe that destroyed human reality, dedicates her existence to ending the last traces of the people who were once at the center of these events. But, being unable to interfere directly in a dream that still continues, she must find hosts among the people who inhabit it. Her new attempt is Claire Williams. At nineteen, Claire has very ordinary concerns: university, the debts she took on to study, and the future she believes she is building. Now, however, she shares her own consciousness with a young man who knows a reality she cannot accept. As the boundaries between memory and existence begin to dissolve, those who walk between the two extremes will have to confront a question for which there may be no right answer: when the world has already ended, what does it mean to keep living?

AutoraEmyNeuer Autor

10 years ago, the Kingdom of Coralina fell. Everyone thinks the heiress died that night. Everyone is wrong. Coral is 15 years old, has a pink tail that shines too brightly, a broken necklace from her mother, and a father who keeps looking over his shoulder. On her first day at High Tide School, she meets her best friends and a blue-tailed prince who feels like he has seen her in a dream. What Coral doesn't yet know is that her past is coming back to find her. And that she is much more important than she imagines.

Rafael CarnielliNeuer Autor

There is a kind of silence that weighs more than any war cry. It is the silence of the gap between the oaks across the frozen ground, the steam of a soup shared only with longing and the constant fear of waiting for someone who may never return. In Patavium, Aemilia became the lady of a home haunted by uncertainty. Torn between the relentless responsibility of governing the land and the intimate torment of not knowing her husband's fate, she refuses to succumb to despair. To protect the property and those who depend on it, Aemilia will have to find strength where only solitude remains, proving that dignity and love can be shields as sturdy as iron.