Do Naruto Have A Brother Novels & Stories

What happens after a young prominent business tycoon Mr. John Emerald was forced to bring down his ego after signing an unaware contract. This novel contains highly sexual content.

At the age of twenty, I mated to my father's best friend, Lucian, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack despite our age difference. He was eight years older than me and was known in the pack as the cold-hearted King of Hell. He was ruthless in the pack and never got close to any she-wolves, but he was extremely gentle and sweet towards me. He would buy me the priceless Fangborn necklace the next day just because I casually said, "It looks good." When I curled up in bed in pain during my period, he would put aside Alpha councils and personally make pain suppressant for me, coaxing me to drink spoonful by spoonful. He would hug me tight when we mated, calling me "sweetheart" in a low and hoarse voice. He claimed I was so alluring that my body had him utterly addicted as if every curve were a narcotic he couldn't quit. He even named his most valuable antique Stormwolf Armour "For Elise". For years, I had believed it was to commemorate the melody I had played at the piano on our first encounter—the very tune that had sparked our love story. Until that day, I found an old photo album in his study. The album was full of photos of the same she-wolf. You wouldn’t believe this, but we looked like twin sisters! The she-wolf in one of the photos was playing the piano and smiling brightly. The back of the photo said, "For Elise." ... After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond. Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore.

On my wedding day, my fiancé’s childhood sweetheart arrived, wearing the exact same custom wedding dress as me. They stood together, greeting guests, while I smiled and praised them as a match made in heaven. Humiliated, she left the venue in tears. In her defense, my fiancé publicly accused me of being petty and unreasonable. After the wedding reception, he left with her for the honeymoon we had planned together. I didn’t cry. Instead, I called my lawyer immediately.

The silver blade sliced across my throat, and I collapsed in a spreading pool of blood. I called Ethan ninety-nine times. My brother ignored every single call, but on the ninety-ninth try, he finally picked up. “What now?” Irritation dripped from every word. “Haven’t you caused enough trouble already? I’m in the middle of planning Lyra’s coming-of-age ceremony, and if you don’t show up, I’ll make you regret it.” “Ethan, please—help me—” My voice came out broken and ragged. He hung up. I tried reaching through our blood bond, desperate for him to feel something—anything at all—but he’d severed that connection two years ago. My phone battery was dying, and I watched the last bar flicker before the screen went black. I stopped struggling. The silver blade pierced my heart, and my wolf let out one final whimper before she died with me. Days later, the patrol found a body. The face was destroyed beyond recognition, torn apart and mangled. But Ethan still recognized the scar on the wrist—the one he’d sworn he would never forget.By then, it was too late.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

In order to take care of my father, who got hurt from a fall, I gave up on my chance to get promoted and even took a week's leave. On the day he gets discharged from the hospital, my dad hands me a mysterious envelope with a wide smile on his face. "Thank you for your trouble over the past few days, Luther. This is a little token of appreciation from me. You can buy yourself a nice pack of smokes." I rub my hands together, feeling warmth surging into my heart. But when I open the envelope, all I see is seven dollars. Still, I comfort myself in thinking that the sum isn't important at all. It's the thought that counts, after all. But the next day, I come across a social media post of my younger brother, Felix Grayson, who never showed his face around the hospital during Dad's hospitalization. It features a photo collage of a luxurious villa, with a photo of the purchasing contract smack dab in the middle of collage. The caption writes, "I bought the top-tier riverside villa for seven million dollars! Thank you so much for your support, Dad!"

"You remember how good it felt," he murmured, his lips grazing my ear. "Don’t pretend you’ve forgotten what it’s like when I make you beg." One night. One mistake. Now he’s her boss... and her stepbrother. Sophia thought she could forget the stranger who whispered filthy promises against her skin but fate isn’t done with her. Her new job comes with high stakes, strict rules... and Ethan Blackwood — her arrogant, sinfully gorgeous boss. The same man who nearly ruined her with one look. The same man who is now, horrifyingly, her stepbrother. He’s forbidden. Untouchable. But Ethan doesn’t play by the rules. And he wants her — again and again. She tries to resist. He dares her to fall. But Ethan’s secrets could destroy everything — including her. She knows she's falling hard, but Ethan has plans of his own... And love was never part of it, is Sophia just a pawn in his twisted game?

Catching her husband with another woman was only the beginning of Valerie's nightmare. Greg didn't just betray her, he humiliated her, dismissed her, threw her away like trash. But Valerie isn't the broken housewife he thinks she is. Collins Sterling, Greg's older brother is a billion-dollar empire builder, and the most dangerous man Valerie has ever met. Their contract marriage starts as revenge—make Greg jealous, secure Collins's deal, walk away clean. Except nothing is clean when Collins touches her. When he whispers promises in the dark. When she realizes the baby she's carrying might be his salvation or her destruction. Because Greg wants her back. Jasmine wants Collins dead. And someone is willing to kidnap, kill, and burn everything to the ground to keep them apart. In a battle of billionaires, broken vows, and explosive passion, Valerie must become the player, not the pawn. Even if it means risking the one thing she swore never to give again: her heart.

I was the Alpha's personal Tarot diviner. On the eve of my coming-of-age ceremony, he asked me to choose one of his two sons as my mate. "Seraphina, whoever you choose will inherit everything I have — including the title of Alpha." In my previous life, I was hopelessly in love with his younger son, Theodore. I chose him without a second thought. But on our wedding day, he locked me in the basement and drove a wolfsbane-laced dagger through my heart. "If you hadn't rigged the Tarot reading to force me into marrying you, Sophia wouldn't have run from the pack in heartbreak — and the hunters wouldn't have torn her apart." "Now I'm sending you to hell to beg for her forgiveness!" The venom spread through my veins. I let out an agonized howl and died in despair. But the Moon Goddess granted me another chance. I was back — standing right where I'd been the day the Alpha asked me to draw a Tarot card. My fingers hovered over the same card I'd chosen in my last life. The Alpha looked at me. "This one?" Without hesitation, I picked up the very same card. "Yes."

Late one night, I was scrolling through social media and stumbled upon a trending post. "Does your husband ever say you're obsessed with your brother?" One comment sat at the top with thousands of likes. The profile picture showed a cartoon girl covering her mouth, laughing. "Oh, I can answer this one! My husband used to say that too, but here's the thing: he's actually the son I had when I was 19!" Every word oozed with smug satisfaction. Some commenters tore into her, calling her manipulative and her husband a total sucker. She only got bolder. She posted a screenshot of a bank transfer with the details blurred out, right next to a photo of limited-edition sneakers. "All my son had to say was he liked them, and my husband caved! Then he gave him extra cash for a fancy dinner!” "A guy like this? If I don't milk him, who will?" I stared at the sneakers and the transfer amount. They matched exactly what I had bought for my "brother-in-law" that afternoon and the money I had just sent him. Down to the last cent. Ice shot through my veins. That sucker she was bragging about? That was me.

"I'll give you the job, Chloe. But on one condition." My heart skipped a beat. "What condition?" Mark's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "You'll be my secretary in the company... and at night, in my bed." "What!" My eyes widened in shock as his words sank in. Mark's words hung in the air like a challenge, his eyes gleaming with a possessive intensity that made my skin crawl. *************** Chloe's a weak werewolf,she's born without being able to change. She's the mate of Vincent, a very hot tempered werewolf who maltreats and despises her. Chloe, now desperate and divorced, applies for a job at Vincent’s brother's company, Mark but she's unaware of the dangerous game she's about to play. As Chloe navigates the treacherous waters of her new role, she must confront her dark past, her forbidden attraction to Mark, and the sinister actions taken by Vincent who would rather destroy everything Chloe cares about than see her happy with someone else. Will she succumb to his obsession or risk everything to break free?"