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  1. Idol Boyz #novel in progress.

    inkitt.com/stories/1590076 #inkitt
    or
    wattpad.com/story/188746860-id #wattpad

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    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

  2. Idol Boyz #novel in progress.

    inkitt.com/stories/1590076 #inkitt
    or
    wattpad.com/story/188746860-id #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

  3. 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!

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #PrinceScribe #HistoricalEspionage #inkitt #Books

  4. 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!

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #PrinceScribe #HistoricalEspionage #inkitt #Books

  5. 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!

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #PrinceScribe #HistoricalEspionage #inkitt #Books

  6. 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!

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #PrinceScribe #HistoricalEspionage #inkitt #Books

  7. 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!

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #PrinceScribe #HistoricalEspionage #inkitt #Books

  8. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #HistoricalEspionage #Machiavelli #Books #Inkitt #Novel

  9. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #HistoricalEspionage #Machiavelli #Books #Inkitt #Novel

  10. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #HistoricalEspionage #Machiavelli #Books #Inkitt #Novel

  11. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #HistoricalEspionage #Machiavelli #Books #Inkitt #Novel

  12. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #HistoricalEspionage #Machiavelli #Books #Inkitt #Novel

  13. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #ThePrincesScribe #Machiavellian #HistoricalThriller #Inkitt #Books

  14. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #ThePrincesScribe #Machiavellian #HistoricalThriller #Inkitt #Books

  15. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #ThePrincesScribe #Machiavellian #HistoricalThriller #Inkitt #Books

  16. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #ThePrincesScribe #Machiavellian #HistoricalThriller #Inkitt #Books

  17. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #ThePrincesScribe #Machiavellian #HistoricalThriller #Inkitt #Books

  18. 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?

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #PrinceScribe #HistoricalEspionage #Borgia #Inkitt #Books

  19. 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?

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #PrinceScribe #HistoricalEspionage #Borgia #Inkitt #Books

  20. 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?

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #PrinceScribe #HistoricalEspionage #Borgia #Inkitt #Books

  21. 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?

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #PrinceScribe #HistoricalEspionage #Borgia #Inkitt #Books

  22. 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?

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #PrinceScribe #HistoricalEspionage #Borgia #Inkitt #Books

  23. "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 : inkitt.com/stories/1483149

  24. "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 : inkitt.com/stories/1483149

  25. "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 : inkitt.com/stories/1483149

  26. "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 : inkitt.com/stories/1483149

  27. "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 : inkitt.com/stories/1483149

  28. 🧩 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? ⚔️📜

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #ThePrincesScribe #HistoricalThriller #Machiavelli #Book #Inkitt

  29. "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 #reading

    as visual on Chapters or on Inkitt:
    inkitt.com/stories/1483149

  30. "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 #reading

    as visual on Chapters or on Inkitt:
    inkitt.com/stories/1483149

  31. "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 #reading

    as visual on Chapters or on Inkitt:
    inkitt.com/stories/1483149

  32. "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 #reading

    as visual on Chapters or on Inkitt:
    inkitt.com/stories/1483149

  33. "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 #reading

    as visual on Chapters or on Inkitt:
    inkitt.com/stories/1483149

  34. 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: inkitt.com/stories/1672586

  35. 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: inkitt.com/stories/1672586

  36. 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: inkitt.com/stories/1672586

  37. 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: inkitt.com/stories/1672586

  38. 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: inkitt.com/stories/1672586

  39. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #ThePrincesScribe #Borgia #HistoricalThriller #Machiavelli #Inkitt #Writing #Book

  40. 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.

    inkitt.com/stories/1657707/cha

    #ThePrincesScribe #Borgia #HistoricalThriller #Machiavelli #Inkitt #Writing #Book