tom brady eli manning story

Follow the lives of two boys, both orphans, who grew up together with only each other to depend on as they suffered through fear and prejudice, and then the discovery that they were in fact, truly powerful, magical,people. Follow them as they form a bond that even death cannot break Story made by athey on FanFiction.net

[What would you do if you got a second chance at life] Eli Carter was dying, it was inevitable. She had no family, no friends, just dark secrets and a thirst for revenge. She was the epiphany of a villainess but at the peak of her life, it was all cut short. After she is reborn, she becomes a pitiful teenager who is abandoned by her family and left to fend for herself. Unlike most transmigration stories she had read, she had no cheats in this new life. No family? No problem! This time she is determined to live a simple, drama-free life BUT people just won’t let her be!

Tom Fleet was a bit of a misfit as the second son of a minor English noble in the 1880s. Once he finished his schooling he had little to do. His grandfathers had left him adequate finances for his needs and with his elder brother set to take the title, he gave in to his fascination with gadgets and began to tinker and invent. His goal was to create a sky craft to go to the moon. Surely if Jules Verne’s characters could go there and many other places, he could do as well.<br><br>Rowan Farrell followed in his Uncle Gordon’s footsteps, joining the UniFleet, but went a step farther and became an officer. Assigned to his first command level post, he takes a small patrol ship out to scout a region of interest to the Council and report if any signs of the enemy Angevirian Empire in the area. When one of his crew spots a strange, tiny craft, he decides to capture and study it. After all it could be an Angevirian Trojan horse. But the odd cylindrical vessel holds only one man, unconscious and suffering from hypothermia and lack of oxygen. When the man comes to, he claims to come from the earth ... five centuries in the past!

After having such a devestating few months, Karen arrived at the Cake and Bake show but never realised that meeting Tom Hiddleston would change her life for the better.

This is not my novel I copied it from somewhere else because I like the Webnovel format.

A male lead who was injured during a vital mission turns out to have more damages inside and out read as he journeys through thick and thin to overcome his difficulties

I adored him and assumed he adored me in return. Eliana, a Camellia bloomed only to be pulled out and my roots left to wither by the guy I chose to love and marry. Heinley Briggs is a name that makes people turn their heads or gasp when they see him. My prospective spouse, who instead decided to betray me. Throughout this voyage, I met numerous people who captivated my heart. “I will take you from this kingdom and make you my queen,” says a prince from another nation. Our country's crown prince, “I'm tempted to take your heart, Lady Eliana.” A father who adores me a lot, “Eliana, are you okay?” Finally, my fiancée, "I wish I could resist you, but doing so would be a crime on my side." And there are so many more. Stay with me on my life's journey.

When you meet a true friend, your life will change dramatically. But when you have to choose from your crush and your friends, what will you do? A story of a girl who finds out what true love really is.

Eli, a socially anxious boy, fights the courage to attract attention with his artistic skills. Although, there is one real question. Is it selfish to show off?

My life IT is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life. I have, as it were, a superstitious hesitation in lifting the veil that clings about my childhood like a golden mist. The task of writing an autobiography is a difficult one. When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present. The woman paints the child's experiences in her own fantasy. A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but "the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest." Besides, many of the joys and sorrows of childhood have lost their poignancy; and many incidents of vital importance in my early education have been forgotten in the excitement of great discoveries. In order, therefore, not to be tedious I shall try to present in a series of sketches only the episodes that seem to me to be the most interesting and important. I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, a little town of northern Alabama. The family on my father's side is descended from Caspar Keller, a native of Switzerland, who settled in Maryland. One of my Swiss ancestors was the first teacher of the deaf in Zurich and wrote a book on the subject of their education–rather a singular coincidence; though it is true that there is no king who has not had a slave among his ancestors, and no slave who has not had a king among his. My grandfather, Caspar Keller's son, "entered" large tracts of land in Alabama and finally settled there. I have been told that once a year he went from Tuscumbia to Philadelphia on horseback to purchase supplies for the plantation, and my aunt has in her possession many of the letters to his family, which give charming and vivid accounts of these trips. My Grandmother Keller was a daughter of one of Lafayette's aides, Alexander Moore, and granddaughter of Alexander Spotswood, an early Colonial Governor of Virginia. She was also second cousin to Robert E. Lee. My father, Arthur H. Keller, was a captain in the Confederate Army, and my mother, Kate Adams, was his second wife and many years younger. Her grandfather, Benjamin Adams, married Susanna E. Goodhue, and lived in Newbury, Massachusetts, for many years. Their son, Charles Adams, was born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, and moved to Helena, Arkansas. When the Civil War broke out, he fought on the side of the South and became a brigadier-general. He married Lucy Helen Everett, who belonged to the same family of Everetts as Edward Everett and Dr. Edward Everett Hale. After the war was over the family moved to Memphis, Tennessee. I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, in a tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servant slept. It is a custom in the South to build a small house near the homestead as an annex to be used on occasion. Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it. It was completely covered with vines, climbing roses and honeysuckles. From the garden it looked like an arbour. The little porch was hidden from view by a screen of yellow roses and Southern smilax. It was the favourite haunt of humming-birds and bees.