Belly Dance Anime Novels & Stories

My brother-in-law, Calum Russell, throws away the expensive New Year's gift that I buy. Putting a hand on my sister's pregnant belly, he tries to drive me out of the house. He says, "I pretended that I didn't know you were adopted because you used to help support the family's finances. But now that the house is about to be demolished, we will get a huge compensation for it. I have to kick you out, or you'll be taking my son's share!" I look at my parents and my sister in confusion, but none of them take my side. They just look at me with disgust and tell me to be grateful that they raised me for so many years. They demand that I sign the adoption termination agreement quickly and get out. I let out a sigh. Suppressing my anger, I sign it and leave. What a pity! If they had waited just a few more minutes, I would have told them that the demolition is fake. But what's real is that I have just won a lottery of 200 million dollars.

In the intricate dance of love and fate, Gauravi found herself entangled in a web of emotions. Mihir, the epitome of eligibility, had adored her since kindergarten. Despite being the heir to the country's diamond empire, he chose a life as a doctor just to be with her. As their wedding bells chimed on the horizon, Gauravi embarked on a tour, unknowingly stepping into the unexpected realm of someone from her past, who is a certified Casanova. Despite their childhood clashes, circumstances pushed them into a closeness that ignited a passionate connection, unraveling a love she hadn't anticipated. Gauravi's heart unwittingly surrenders to an enigmatic man – a walking contradiction of arrogance and charm. He embodies everything she despises, yet fate orchestrates an unexpected dance, and she finds herself entangled in the complexities of love. Little does she know, behind the façade of the MCP (Male Chauvinistic Pig) lies a labyrinth of secrets, veiling the true identity of the man who has captured her heart. As the impending wedding approached, Gauravi, pregnant with another man's child, faced an agonizing decision. She broke the engagement confessing her newfound love, only to be rejected by that Casanova in return. In a twist of fate, Gauravi, wounded and carrying the weight of unexpected responsibilities, agreed to marry his fiance again to salvage what remained of her shattered world. Will Gauravi find solace and happiness in a marriage of convenience? What prompted the Casanova, the object of her desires, to deny the love that had blossomed between them? Will destiny's gamble lead to a revelation that changes everything? Dive into this captivating tale where love confronts the unexpected, and hearts collide in the unpredictable rhythm of life.

After being rejected by her fated mate and betrayed by her best friend, Nyra Storm runs away from The Crescent Moon pack, vowing never to return. She was left heartbroken with a secret in her belly that could change her life forever. Soon, she builds a new life far from the world of wolves. Years later, fate pulls her back to the very pack she swore to never return to—this time with a son who carries a powerful legacy and a heart that has learned to survive betrayal. Draven Black, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, regrets the day he let Nyra slip through his fingers. When an ancient threat resurfaces, endangering his pack and the future he fought to protect, he’s forced to face the one woman who holds the key to their salvation. Nyra. But Nyra is no longer the meek, heartbroken wolf he rejected—she’s stronger, wiser, and has learned to love herself without him. Will Draven win her back before time runs out, or will the dangers and threats tear them apart forever?

After an unexpected miscarriage, I left my ward in search of Victor. I saw him inside the doctor’s office. Just as I was about to knock on the door, I overheard their conversation. “Give my wife a hysterectomy. I don’t need her to bear me any children.” Victor Gayes pulled the woman beside him to face the doctor, his hand rubbing her belly. “The baby inside her belly will be my only child. You must protect it no matter what.” I knew the woman very well. She was Victor’s secretary of three years, Rachel Aniston. Victor reminded the doctor again and again, sternly and anxiously. “You have to give her the best medicine. I won’t allow anything to go wrong with this baby!” I pulled my hand back, all my blood running cold. To think Victor would do something so heartless to me, just after I lost our baby. To think my faith in him would become a dagger, stabbed straight into my heart. If love had another face, it would probably be letting these feelings go with a smile.

I suddenly got a call from the police, telling me I was involved in an abandoned baby case. My best buddy was holding me up as we rushed to the scene when Shirley Dunn, the girl who had asked me for directions last week, suddenly pointed straight at me. "That's her. I saw her this morning, holding her stomach, going into the restroom! Now the baby's been born, and her belly's flat!" I was completely stunned. Before I could react, she shoved the newborn straight into my arms. "This is your own flesh and blood! How could you abandon him?" The officer's expression was equally severe. "Miss, I understand that becoming a mother at 20 can be scary, but abandoning a baby is a crime. If you didn't want to raise a child, you shouldn't have had one." More and more college students gathered around, their stares stabbing into me like needles. Cold sweat soaked my back. My best friend suddenly burst out laughing. "Congrats, man! You're a dad now!"

In the two years after Bradley Vaughn's so-called "memory loss," we divorced seven times—all to keep his childhood crush Vivian Monroe happy. Number eight? Because Vivian got pregnant. "You can't have kids anyway. Once Vivian has the baby, we'll get back together. You can raise the kid." That was his usual ice-cold line as he slid the papers across the table. That night, he kicked me out—said Vivian got nauseous just seeing me. I moved into another house. Alone. In the rain. Even after I landed in the ER from a near assault, he didn't bother asking if I was okay. Then one day, I spotted him at a clinic with Vivian. He rubbed her belly and laughed, "So what if she finds out I faked the amnesia? She can't live without me. Toss her a bone, she'll come crawling." I looked away, steady. Then my phone buzzed. [How did your checkup go?]

Amidst the timeless allure of recklessness, a renowned Don Juan within his circle willingly embraces the challenge he sets for himself, fueled by wounded pride, to conquer the girl famously labeled as the university rebel. Unbeknownst to him, this audacious pursuit is destined to deliver a jarring blow. Our protagonist, a consummate seducer, has always lived by the motto of pursuing love as a game, seeking instant gratification without concern for the shattered hearts he leaves in his wake. His ego and reputation intertwine in a perilous dance, driving him to seek increasingly audacious conquests and challenges.

In the dark parts of her past, Emelia RedField was a victim, a pawn in the games of those who wanted to use her. She found out that the more she asked for love, the more she wanted a family, the RedFields will never have a place for her. She struggled, until darkness took over. But she was given a second chance, a time before it all began, a time when she wasn't riddled with scars. She finds herself entangled with Kaidon Blackwood, a man with secrets as deep as his eyes, and together they dance on the edge of desire and revenge. She will have her revenge on those who had made her suffer!

Imagine being forced to marry a brooding billionaire to save your family's business. Now imagine he insists on marrying both you AND your sister. That's the reality Aria and Calia face when they say "I do" to Jace Sharpe, a tech titan with a mysterious past and an even more mysterious heart. Sparks fly as these fire and ice sisters navigate a world of high-stakes deals and hidden desires, and a whole load of fuckery. Get ready for a whirlwind romance where passion and betrayal dance on a razor's edge. And what would happen if the price of freedom might be higher than they ever imagined?

After spending a night together, Nova never expected to see Damian again. That is, until three months later when their paths crossed once more. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he murmured against my neck, his warm breath fanning over my skin as his lips grazed me. Damian’s nose traced along my jaw before he pressed a slow, possessive kiss under my ear. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers brushing over my slick folds before teasing my clit in slow, deliberate circles. My breath hitched, and his low groan vibrated against my throat. He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them deep as his thumb kept stroking. Heat coiled in my belly, my hips grinding into his touch. I glanced down and caught the sight of his tattooed hand buried in my lacy underwear, moving with skill and hunger. I smirked through a gasp — I loved seeing him there, claiming me like that.