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Idol Boyz #novel in progress.
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1590076 #inkitt
or
https://www.wattpad.com/story/188746860-idol-boyz #wattpad_____________________
A writer at a tabloid magazine who specializes in writing about East Asian music bands finds himself, and the famous rock band he is reporting on, the target of a media mogul and his hired gangster thugs to silence them from revealing their ritual abuse at a teen idol training camp a decade before -
Idol Boyz #novel in progress.
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1590076 #inkitt
or
https://www.wattpad.com/story/188746860-idol-boyz #wattpad_____________________
A writer at a tabloid magazine who specializes in writing about East Asian music bands finds himself, and the famous rock band he is reporting on, the target of a media mogul and his hired gangster thugs to silence them from revealing their ritual abuse at a teen idol training camp a decade before -
#Freeuse Vignette 188 is on #Inkitt
A freeuse #girlfriend is rude
#erotica #flashfiction #shortstory #eroticFiction #freeuseErotica
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CW: erotica | freeuse
#Freeuse Vignette 185 is on #Inkitt now :)
#erotica #flashFiction #eroticFiction #LabGrownCock #BigDick #GiantCock #OfficeSex
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CW: erotica | freeuse
#Freeuse Vignette 184 is on #Inkitt now
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CW: freeuse | erotica
#Freeuse Vignette 182 is on #Inkitt now
She gets her #MILF #ass fucked
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CW: erotica | freeuse | watersports
#Freeuse Vignette 181 is on #Inkitt now
She is her #stepbro's #humanUrinal
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The blue glow on my arm is more than a curse – it’s a map that could drown an island in blood.
Cesare Borgia wants “National Security”; the truth is a planned massacre on Elba.
The mute Index boy hints: the island is bait, the vault a tomb.
🧵 Chapter 29 drops now ➡️ Read & discuss! -
The blue glow on my arm is more than a curse – it’s a map that could drown an island in blood.
Cesare Borgia wants “National Security”; the truth is a planned massacre on Elba.
The mute Index boy hints: the island is bait, the vault a tomb.
🧵 Chapter 29 drops now ➡️ Read & discuss! -
The blue glow on my arm is more than a curse – it’s a map that could drown an island in blood.
Cesare Borgia wants “National Security”; the truth is a planned massacre on Elba.
The mute Index boy hints: the island is bait, the vault a tomb.
🧵 Chapter 29 drops now ➡️ Read & discuss! -
The blue glow on my arm is more than a curse – it’s a map that could drown an island in blood.
Cesare Borgia wants “National Security”; the truth is a planned massacre on Elba.
The mute Index boy hints: the island is bait, the vault a tomb.
🧵 Chapter 29 drops now ➡️ Read & discuss! -
The blue glow on my arm is more than a curse – it’s a map that could drown an island in blood.
Cesare Borgia wants “National Security”; the truth is a planned massacre on Elba.
The mute Index boy hints: the island is bait, the vault a tomb.
🧵 Chapter 29 drops now ➡️ Read & discuss! -
CW: freeuse | erotica
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The Iron Cradle isn’t a prison—it’s a furnace. As the carriage careens toward a ravine, Machiavelli seizes a silver cylinder that should hold a list of Florentine traitors, only to find a note from his mentor: “The map is not the city, and the boy is not the Index. Look at your own skin.”
Power, betrayal, and the ticking clock of a collapsing Republic swirl in a single night’s march. -
The Iron Cradle isn’t a prison—it’s a furnace. As the carriage careens toward a ravine, Machiavelli seizes a silver cylinder that should hold a list of Florentine traitors, only to find a note from his mentor: “The map is not the city, and the boy is not the Index. Look at your own skin.”
Power, betrayal, and the ticking clock of a collapsing Republic swirl in a single night’s march. -
The Iron Cradle isn’t a prison—it’s a furnace. As the carriage careens toward a ravine, Machiavelli seizes a silver cylinder that should hold a list of Florentine traitors, only to find a note from his mentor: “The map is not the city, and the boy is not the Index. Look at your own skin.”
Power, betrayal, and the ticking clock of a collapsing Republic swirl in a single night’s march. -
The Iron Cradle isn’t a prison—it’s a furnace. As the carriage careens toward a ravine, Machiavelli seizes a silver cylinder that should hold a list of Florentine traitors, only to find a note from his mentor: “The map is not the city, and the boy is not the Index. Look at your own skin.”
Power, betrayal, and the ticking clock of a collapsing Republic swirl in a single night’s march. -
The Iron Cradle isn’t a prison—it’s a furnace. As the carriage careens toward a ravine, Machiavelli seizes a silver cylinder that should hold a list of Florentine traitors, only to find a note from his mentor: “The map is not the city, and the boy is not the Index. Look at your own skin.”
Power, betrayal, and the ticking clock of a collapsing Republic swirl in a single night’s march. -
Niccolò’s confession seals Vespucci’s fate, but the real weapon is a boy whose tattooed back is a living index of Rome’s secret tunnels. The Borgia smile as the floodwaters wash away archives.
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1657707/chapters/27
#ThePrincesScribe #Machiavellian #HistoricalThriller #Inkitt #Books
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Niccolò’s confession seals Vespucci’s fate, but the real weapon is a boy whose tattooed back is a living index of Rome’s secret tunnels. The Borgia smile as the floodwaters wash away archives.
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1657707/chapters/27
#ThePrincesScribe #Machiavellian #HistoricalThriller #Inkitt #Books
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Niccolò’s confession seals Vespucci’s fate, but the real weapon is a boy whose tattooed back is a living index of Rome’s secret tunnels. The Borgia smile as the floodwaters wash away archives.
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1657707/chapters/27
#ThePrincesScribe #Machiavellian #HistoricalThriller #Inkitt #Books
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Niccolò’s confession seals Vespucci’s fate, but the real weapon is a boy whose tattooed back is a living index of Rome’s secret tunnels. The Borgia smile as the floodwaters wash away archives.
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1657707/chapters/27
#ThePrincesScribe #Machiavellian #HistoricalThriller #Inkitt #Books
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Niccolò’s confession seals Vespucci’s fate, but the real weapon is a boy whose tattooed back is a living index of Rome’s secret tunnels. The Borgia smile as the floodwaters wash away archives.
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1657707/chapters/27
#ThePrincesScribe #Machiavellian #HistoricalThriller #Inkitt #Books
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The night over Florence erupts in a three‑way maelstrom—Cesare’s gun, Piero’s riders, and the Vatican’s elite “Leapers” descending on clock‑pulled ropes, brandishing a torch of pressurised Greek fire. Niccolò grabs a brass key, Lucrezia draws steel, and a deaf‑mute boy forces a decision: flee or face the “Absolute Resolve.”
What would you do with a key that can rewrite a nation?
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The night over Florence erupts in a three‑way maelstrom—Cesare’s gun, Piero’s riders, and the Vatican’s elite “Leapers” descending on clock‑pulled ropes, brandishing a torch of pressurised Greek fire. Niccolò grabs a brass key, Lucrezia draws steel, and a deaf‑mute boy forces a decision: flee or face the “Absolute Resolve.”
What would you do with a key that can rewrite a nation?
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The night over Florence erupts in a three‑way maelstrom—Cesare’s gun, Piero’s riders, and the Vatican’s elite “Leapers” descending on clock‑pulled ropes, brandishing a torch of pressurised Greek fire. Niccolò grabs a brass key, Lucrezia draws steel, and a deaf‑mute boy forces a decision: flee or face the “Absolute Resolve.”
What would you do with a key that can rewrite a nation?
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The night over Florence erupts in a three‑way maelstrom—Cesare’s gun, Piero’s riders, and the Vatican’s elite “Leapers” descending on clock‑pulled ropes, brandishing a torch of pressurised Greek fire. Niccolò grabs a brass key, Lucrezia draws steel, and a deaf‑mute boy forces a decision: flee or face the “Absolute Resolve.”
What would you do with a key that can rewrite a nation?
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The night over Florence erupts in a three‑way maelstrom—Cesare’s gun, Piero’s riders, and the Vatican’s elite “Leapers” descending on clock‑pulled ropes, brandishing a torch of pressurised Greek fire. Niccolò grabs a brass key, Lucrezia draws steel, and a deaf‑mute boy forces a decision: flee or face the “Absolute Resolve.”
What would you do with a key that can rewrite a nation?
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"More!" He smirks back at me.
"Twenty one."
"That will be a good start, we can always renew after that."
"You Eastlings… you are always so greedy!"
"Yeah we are!" Now Servgi pulls me down for another devouring kiss.
~Released the final chapter of this border tale about a romance between two guards!
~ Who dares to read my tale: On the verge? ~
#tale #inkitt #syovicarious #writersofmastodon
as visual on Chapters
on Inkitt : https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1483149 -
"More!" He smirks back at me.
"Twenty one."
"That will be a good start, we can always renew after that."
"You Eastlings… you are always so greedy!"
"Yeah we are!" Now Servgi pulls me down for another devouring kiss.
~Released the final chapter of this border tale about a romance between two guards!
~ Who dares to read my tale: On the verge? ~
#tale #inkitt #syovicarious #writersofmastodon
as visual on Chapters
on Inkitt : https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1483149 -
"More!" He smirks back at me.
"Twenty one."
"That will be a good start, we can always renew after that."
"You Eastlings… you are always so greedy!"
"Yeah we are!" Now Servgi pulls me down for another devouring kiss.
~Released the final chapter of this border tale about a romance between two guards!
~ Who dares to read my tale: On the verge? ~
#tale #inkitt #syovicarious #writersofmastodon
as visual on Chapters
on Inkitt : https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1483149 -
"More!" He smirks back at me.
"Twenty one."
"That will be a good start, we can always renew after that."
"You Eastlings… you are always so greedy!"
"Yeah we are!" Now Servgi pulls me down for another devouring kiss.
~Released the final chapter of this border tale about a romance between two guards!
~ Who dares to read my tale: On the verge? ~
#tale #inkitt #syovicarious #writersofmastodon
as visual on Chapters
on Inkitt : https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1483149 -
"More!" He smirks back at me.
"Twenty one."
"That will be a good start, we can always renew after that."
"You Eastlings… you are always so greedy!"
"Yeah we are!" Now Servgi pulls me down for another devouring kiss.
~Released the final chapter of this border tale about a romance between two guards!
~ Who dares to read my tale: On the verge? ~
#tale #inkitt #syovicarious #writersofmastodon
as visual on Chapters
on Inkitt : https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1483149 -
🧩 Chapter 25 of "The Prince’s Scribe" plunges you into a burning Florentine archive, a child who screams in the voice of a cannon, and a map marked with a red X that leads straight to a Borgia trap. Niccolò must choose: flee with the key to Rome’s hidden vault or protect a mute boy whose violence rewrites history. What would you do? ⚔️📜
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1657707/chapters/25
#ThePrincesScribe #HistoricalThriller #Machiavelli #Book #Inkitt
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CW: freeuse | erotica
#Freeuse Vignette 179 is on #inkitt now
#18pluscampus #homework for the weekend Part 2
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"Mira, this is Vladislav the sour. Whatever he says... leave it. There will be no nice words coming out of his mouth."
"Really?!" Remarks Vladislav to me and then goes out of his way to prove me wrong.
"Hello Mira, it is a pleasure to meet you," and he adds, "Not very strange that you never met a Northian, we keep to ourselves."
"You mean you are locked up in your enclosure," I say to that.
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#tale #inkitt #syovicarious #readingas visual on Chapters or on Inkitt:
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1483149 -
"Mira, this is Vladislav the sour. Whatever he says... leave it. There will be no nice words coming out of his mouth."
"Really?!" Remarks Vladislav to me and then goes out of his way to prove me wrong.
"Hello Mira, it is a pleasure to meet you," and he adds, "Not very strange that you never met a Northian, we keep to ourselves."
"You mean you are locked up in your enclosure," I say to that.
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#tale #inkitt #syovicarious #readingas visual on Chapters or on Inkitt:
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1483149 -
"Mira, this is Vladislav the sour. Whatever he says... leave it. There will be no nice words coming out of his mouth."
"Really?!" Remarks Vladislav to me and then goes out of his way to prove me wrong.
"Hello Mira, it is a pleasure to meet you," and he adds, "Not very strange that you never met a Northian, we keep to ourselves."
"You mean you are locked up in your enclosure," I say to that.
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#tale #inkitt #syovicarious #readingas visual on Chapters or on Inkitt:
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1483149 -
"Mira, this is Vladislav the sour. Whatever he says... leave it. There will be no nice words coming out of his mouth."
"Really?!" Remarks Vladislav to me and then goes out of his way to prove me wrong.
"Hello Mira, it is a pleasure to meet you," and he adds, "Not very strange that you never met a Northian, we keep to ourselves."
"You mean you are locked up in your enclosure," I say to that.
~
#tale #inkitt #syovicarious #readingas visual on Chapters or on Inkitt:
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1483149 -
"Mira, this is Vladislav the sour. Whatever he says... leave it. There will be no nice words coming out of his mouth."
"Really?!" Remarks Vladislav to me and then goes out of his way to prove me wrong.
"Hello Mira, it is a pleasure to meet you," and he adds, "Not very strange that you never met a Northian, we keep to ourselves."
"You mean you are locked up in your enclosure," I say to that.
~
#tale #inkitt #syovicarious #readingas visual on Chapters or on Inkitt:
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1483149 -
Anger about all this injustice, oozes out of me as all my frustrations pours into the room.
It is Edward that remarks.
"Calm down Winifred. Don't become hysterical."
My eyes turn to him.
"Me, hysterical? After years of being denied everything that you all take for granted?!"
~#tale #inkitt #writersofmastodon #syovicarious
(at chapters as visual novel )
on inkitt: https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1672586 -
Anger about all this injustice, oozes out of me as all my frustrations pours into the room.
It is Edward that remarks.
"Calm down Winifred. Don't become hysterical."
My eyes turn to him.
"Me, hysterical? After years of being denied everything that you all take for granted?!"
~#tale #inkitt #writersofmastodon #syovicarious
(at chapters as visual novel )
on inkitt: https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1672586 -
Anger about all this injustice, oozes out of me as all my frustrations pours into the room.
It is Edward that remarks.
"Calm down Winifred. Don't become hysterical."
My eyes turn to him.
"Me, hysterical? After years of being denied everything that you all take for granted?!"
~#tale #inkitt #writersofmastodon #syovicarious
(at chapters as visual novel )
on inkitt: https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1672586 -
Anger about all this injustice, oozes out of me as all my frustrations pours into the room.
It is Edward that remarks.
"Calm down Winifred. Don't become hysterical."
My eyes turn to him.
"Me, hysterical? After years of being denied everything that you all take for granted?!"
~#tale #inkitt #writersofmastodon #syovicarious
(at chapters as visual novel )
on inkitt: https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1672586 -
Anger about all this injustice, oozes out of me as all my frustrations pours into the room.
It is Edward that remarks.
"Calm down Winifred. Don't become hysterical."
My eyes turn to him.
"Me, hysterical? After years of being denied everything that you all take for granted?!"
~#tale #inkitt #writersofmastodon #syovicarious
(at chapters as visual novel )
on inkitt: https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1672586 -
CW: erotica | freeuse
#Freeuse Vignette 178 is on #inkitt now
#18plusCampus Weekend Homework part 1
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The Archive’s “breath” has become a cannon of violet fire, tearing through Imola’s night.
Cesare’s silent creditors—once the richest Florentine houses—are trembling on the edge of oblivion.
Niccolò holds the key that could collapse the Borgia war‑machine… or hand the ledger to the enemy.
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1657707/chapters/23#ThePrincesScribe #Borgia #HistoricalThriller #Machiavelli #Inkitt #Writing #Book
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The Archive’s “breath” has become a cannon of violet fire, tearing through Imola’s night.
Cesare’s silent creditors—once the richest Florentine houses—are trembling on the edge of oblivion.
Niccolò holds the key that could collapse the Borgia war‑machine… or hand the ledger to the enemy.
https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1657707/chapters/23#ThePrincesScribe #Borgia #HistoricalThriller #Machiavelli #Inkitt #Writing #Book