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Os Olhos de Narcisa
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No warning, just a little creativity and tenderness for people's lives.
Statistiche della storia
Scheda tecnica e aggiornamenti
Prima pubblicazione
28 de agosto de 2012
Ultimo aggiornamento
28 de agosto de 2012
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Português (Brasil)
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PT•3092 parole•Histórias originais•Romance
WHAT THEY DIDN'T TELL ABOUT LOLA
+16•3491 parole•Histórias originais•Azione•Dramma•Mistero•Terrore•Tragedia•Darkfic•Deathfic•Horror•Amicizia•Angst
Death and Compassion
PT•597 parole•Histórias originais•Angst
Lucia
PT•1487 parole•Histórias originais•Fantasy•Hentai•Poesia•Romance
The Poet's Bread
PT•320 parole•Histórias originais•Poesia•Romance•Amicizia
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"Every step I left behind Every road you know is mine Walking the ten story line Say you'll still be by my side" - Beautiful Crime - Tamer /> A man is unjustly convicted of heinous crimes, and the only way to not pay for them... is to commit them. The system has been corrupted. There is no mercy in revenge. And LOLA is the only hope.
Once in my life I broke all the rules of the regulation... and I was happier than all the rest of my previous life. It is clear that all the immeasurable flame has now become a simple illumination sufficient to pass well the rest that I lack. Evaluating this way, it seems that I narrate a fact of my youth, when I am already an old person, whose clock is the best and worst enemy. No, I'm young, but I no longer set fire to the rain, or run aimlessly for the wind to take my sorrows away. This time I broke the rules and I was happy, I did like Lisbela (Lisbela and the Prisoner), I burned my whole life at once to live intensely, and today I tell you my story, I show you how I followed my life after the watershed that made me what I am and inspired, directly or indirectly, 16 of my 25 short stories published (on this site) and two more paper novels, apart from the assaults that affect me, sudden ideas, fleeting dialogues and unlikely scenarios. As most often, it is dedicated to I.L. , but not because I still love, but because I will always love US.
A compilation of memories, teachings, emotions, feelings. Dedicated to the person known as Someone. Letters and texts compiled from the sum and blend of sensations, such as admiration, love, affection, and various other feelings.
It was supposed to be just a group project for the school science fair, but it seems things got a little out of control and some secrets were revealed
Founded in 1389, among the mountains that divide France and Switzerland, Saint Orpheus is an institution surrounded by centuries of forbidden knowledge, forgotten traditions, and stories that few dare to mention. Behind its ancient walls, the past is never truly dead (and some truths should remain buried). At twenty-one years old, Lucien is about to discover that his entire life has been built on a lie. Heir to a lineage long erased from history, he carries within himself something that predates even the ancient celestial orders: the Original Darkness. But Saint Orpheus is not the only place interested in his destiny. Aurelian and Samael are two presences impossible to ignore. Fallen angels, united by an ancient oath and by secrets they refuse to share, both seem to know far more about Lucien than they should. One awakens his curiosity; the other, his distrust. As the boundaries between the Firmament, the Veil, and the Abyss begin to become less secure, Lucien will need to discover who he truly is and why his existence seems to threaten an order that has survived for centuries.
A ideia do livro é contar a história de duas pessoas que construíram uma conexão especial, mas que, entre escolhas, circunstâncias e sentimentos não expressados, acabaram se afastando. Uma história sobre amor, saudade, lembranças e a dificuldade de aceitar que alguém tão próximo pode se tornar tão distante.





