Green Sharingan Novels & Stories

Naomi Green spent a hundred million dollars hiring an older man, Jack Hough, to fake a marriage, not knowing that he was Gin City's most influential person! After getting married, Jack doted on her as if she was his precious, pure, and kind little Buttercup, regardless of whatever she did!Beating someone up so badly they ended up in the hospital? Great job! Spending a fortune on acquiring a trashy company? Way to go! No matter how despicable Naomi's reputation was, Jack spoiled her through and through! Everyone thought that Jack was nuts for marrying her. No one knew of Naomi's multiple secret identities: genius hacker, brilliant doctor, supermodel, and exceptional gamer! Naomi was hellbent on revenge and she would stop at nothing!

On the day of Charles Green’s birthday party, he put a diamond ring on Lilu Ximmer’s finger. Lilu stared at the ring and felt flattered. “Charles, are you really going to divorce her and marry me?” Charles raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I’m single.” We had been married for three years, but Charles, my husband, never once acknowledged me as his wife. It was because I caused his sister’s death. If I had not held Charles back and refused to let him go, perhaps his sister could have been saved. That was why I was the reason for his sister’s death. I always thought that he hated me, until one day…

Book One: My Father’s Best Friend. I knew this was wrong on so many levels, the things that I felt for Vincent but each time I was in his arms, I wanted nothing more than to remain there. His lips were delicate and his aura was relentlessly enthralling. I could see the danger and unfiltered desire in his emerald green eyes, this was never supposed to happen. But the fact that he wanted me first made me want him even more. Falling for Vincent Calloway was so wrong but he made it so easy. And all it took was one summer In Oregon, one hot tumultuous summer with my dad’s best friend. What’s the worst that could happen?

What is it you truly desire? Is it money? Is it power? Fame? Perhaps you lust for passions of the flesh? Well I have all of those and more. Money I could burn, a repertoire that would make me your favorite celebrity green with envy, and an empire that comes with unlimited snatch as a perk. See a guy like me could make a nun get on her knees for far more than just prayer but it comes at a price. A gift and a curse I always say. My name is Jason Sanders better known as “The Sex Doctor”. Now, of course, mines isn’t the life you envision for yourself when they ask you what it is you want to be when you grow up but my life - as seemingly perfect as it was – changed the day I met…. HER.

BOOK TWO: Sydney Wilde took on the Alpha role in the Green Forest pack at the age of twenty-one. Being half werewolf and half-human, no one took her seriously. Now at the age of twenty-five, still with no wolf and no mate, she finds herself running one of the biggest packs in the world with power and respect — earning every bit of it on a daily basis. And then someone comes to ruin that. What happens when a cocky yet prestigious Alpha from another continent claims to be Sydney's mate? How will she deal with everything that will now unfold and still take care of her very unique pack? _______________________________________ PLEASE READ BOOK ONE: P.S. YOU'RE MY MATE BEFORE READING THIS ONE SO THIS STORY MAKES SENSE!

“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.

After transmigrating into the apocalypse, he acquired a Super Fusion System.Two Level 1 Zombies can be combined into a single Level 2 Zombie, the combined zombie would also be completely loyal.The higher the zombie’s level, the better it looked.The zombies also possessed unique skills and techniques. Some are heaven shattering and groundbreaking, with the ability to take the life of any adversary.In fact, the zombies will even continue to spawn new zombies every day.

I come from an old-money family. My grandfather's will was ironclad: whoever gets an Ivy League acceptance letter unlocks 25% of a massive trust fund and a seat on the family board. Out of four siblings, I was the only one who stood a chance. Every night, my mother Victoria carefully made me a cup of "organic brain-boosting matcha." My twin sister Chloe and younger brother Mason never got that privilege. The night before the December SAT—the last chance for Regular Decision Ivy scores—Victoria handed me my green matcha as usual. The next day, my mind went completely blank during the test. I blacked out. I missed that application season. Meanwhile, Chloe—who spent her time at yacht parties and couldn't read an equation—miraculously got an offer from UPenn and sailed right onto the board. The second year, right before the test, my snobby cousin Brianna reached for my matcha. Victoria slapped her hand away and screamed: "Don't touch Ava's things!" That exam, I got severe stomach cramps and was rushed to the ER by ambulance. I had to drop out again. And Brianna—who only cared about designer bags—somehow got into Cornell and took her board seat. The whole family popped champagne in our Upper East Side penthouse. I became the laughingstock of Manhattan's elite, having missed two application seasons in a row. Why did my body crash like clockwork, right at the final, life-changing SAT? Prepping for the third time, I took no chances. For three days before the test, I ate only gluten-free detox meals controlled by a private nutritionist. But the night before the big test, Victoria smiled and brought me that familiar cup of green matcha.

Eoin Sinclair is the crowned Prince, son of the Werewolf King and Queen. His mother is the legendary Green wolf. He is to be the next King. He agrees to mate his girlfriend Amira after all she is the Princess of the Sirens and raised to be Royal. She knows how to be a calm, submissive, Luna. Kayda is a fire dragon werewolf hybrid her father Danny is the Warrior Gamma of the Royal Pack. Dottie her mother is the last pure bred fire dragon. Kayda realises her relationship with Eoin might not be what she assumed. After all, he thinks she is immature, unruly, and childish, and those are the reasons he has told her to her face. No way they're mates. ***** *** ******* "This isn't wrestling." Eoin grunted. "I could easily throw you off." he added. "But you haven't." I grinned, shifting my hips slightly. "Because I don't want to hurt you." he said. " Get off." he added through gritted teeth. "Nope Prince." I smirked, emphasising his title Prince and popping the P disrespectfully. "Besides, you already hurt me, so kiss it better." I smirked, leaning dangerously low to him and pushing out my split lip. "Kayda." he growled in warning. "Last chance, get off me." "And if I don't, do I get that spanking?" I asked . Eoin snapped. I saw it happen in his eyes. I had pushed him to his limit. He swiftly stood up with me in his arms and walked a few paces. Before I knew it, he had me bent over a fallen tree log on the edge of the clearing my head and upper body over the log and my butt in the air. ******* ********* ***** Will the future Kings Flame burn him, or will it set him on fire? Book 3 of the Green Wolf series.

"I reject you," Bruno repeated, his voice carrying across the hushed clearing. "We are no longer mates. We can never be mates." The warmth that had always softened his green eyes whenever he looked at her was gone, replaced by a glacial indifference that chilled her to the bone. "No. No." Lyra shook her head vigorously, her carefully arranged hair coming loose, dark strands falling across her tear-stained face. She reached for him, clutching at the ceremonial jacket he wore. "This can't happen. You promised to protect me, to be by my side, to love me." Her voice rose with each word, desperation clawing at her throat. "Please, don't do this to me. You can't."