Ichigo Permanent Mugetsu Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"He is under our protection now. No male wolf will ever put a hand on him again. I promise you on my blood." Johnson Whitmoor was left for dead. Brutally broken and mutilated with silver knives by the tyrannical Crimson Fang Pack at Bloodmoon Lake, the young male wolf lost his ability to shift and was forced into deep hiding. Desperate to escape the horrific ghosts of his past, his family fled the Midrealm Territories to seek sanctuary in the rugged Moonreach Coastlands. Bearing the jagged scars of a ruined omega on his face and walking with a permanent limp, Johnson’s only plan is to remain invisible, blend into the shadows of the local pack university, and survive. But hiding a fated

Sloane is bright, fiercely athletic, almost 20 yo Sophomore student. On the track, she's a promising runner with Olympic-sized dreams. Off the track, she's perfectly happy being one of the guys, "the funny one"-a sharp contrast to the typical well dress college girl. But last semester, her tomboy façade cracked. A disastrous, unreciprocated confession to her lifelong best friend left a permanent, painful dent in their friendship. She was ready to power through the awkwardness, keep her head down, and focus on her sophomore season, when, her world was shaken. A celebrated international star athlete and new exchange student, steps onto campus and into Sloane's life. He's popular, he'

The new graduate trainee asked for help in our team's Slack channel late that night. She said her apartment was flooding after the hurricane, and asked if my brother could drive her to a nearby hotel. In my previous life, I gave in. I let Jake go. The next morning, Emily showed up clutching a torn bra. Through tears, she accused my brother of sexually assaulting her. Jake had just started his freshman year of college. No matter how much he denied it, no one believed him. He was suspended from school. Our family business took a devastating hit. My father suffered a stroke. My mother collapsed from the stress. Emily rode the wave of public sympathy, won a 1-million-dollar civil settlement, sec

My mother-in-law Mindy was fanatically superstitious. When my daughter Amy came down with a high fever, she followed an old wives' tale and wrapped the child in three thick quilts, causing her to nearly suffer permanent brain damage from overheating. I immediately rushed Amy to the hospital and repeatedly warned Mindy not to feed her anything strange. The moment I stepped away to pay the medical bill, she forced "holy water" she'd gotten from a suspicious temple down my daughter's throat when she'd only been barely saved from death's door. My daughter had an adverse reaction, and she suffocated to death on the spot. Devastated, I tried to call the police to arrest Mindy, but my husband

Kelly didn't expect her life to fall apart in one day . On the day she came back from a work trip ; she got retrenched , returned home only to find out that her best friend and boyfriend have been having an affair behind her back for 5 years, after being kicked out by the man who swore up and down that he loved her with nowhere to go she turns to her best friend only to regret what happened later on that evening, after running into a mysterious man who made her feel seen. Aiden is going through hell , he's had a privileged life and has had everything go smoothly for him he's never had to work hard for anything. After finding out that his girlfriend that he was going to propose

My younger sister and I shared a single body, though we each had our own souls. Ever since we were kids, our family decided who got to inhabit the body and who had to hibernate by drawing lots. I always drew the long stick, while Stella always drew the short one. Our family held a new draw every month. Whenever she was the one in the body, our parents and older brother would take her on vacations and road trips around the world. She got to see places I could only ever dream of. Whenever it was my turn to inhabit the body, they locked me inside the house and forced me to stay up all night, studying. I had to endure every hardship in life, from high school entrance exams to college entranc

“It’s all right, Don Moretti. Go take care of your other child.” My six-year-old son raised one small hand and waved goodbye to his father. Matteo froze. For twenty-eight days, I had been teaching Luca to call him Don Moretti instead of Papa. It started the night Luca was burning with fever. Bianca Bellini sent word that her son was crying for Matteo, and my husband left our sick child without looking back. I held Luca against my chest and whispered, “Say goodnight to Don Moretti.” A week later, Matteo promised to attend Luca’s school presentation. Bianca sent for him again. Tommy had no father to sit beside him, she said. The other boys would laugh. Matteo went. I placed a sheet

Zara Storme was the ghost in the machine at Sterling Global. For three years, she wasn’t just Mark Sterling’s fiancée she was The Architect. The unseen force who patched his weaknesses, outplayed his rivals, and quietly engineered a billion-dollar empire while he collected the applause. Then, over an elegant dinner, Mark slid a severance check across the table instead of a ring. To him, Zara was indispensable but temporary. Brilliant, yes. Loyal, certainly. But she lacked the pedigree required for his permanent throne. So he chose optics over love, trading her for a strategic merger and a well-bred socialite. Mark expected tears. Begging. A woman unraveling. What he didn’t k

I knew perfectly well that people from the Emirates do not eat pork. Yet this time, I watched in silence as my husband's childhood sweetheart insisted on placing a pork dish on the table. In fact, I even supported her decision. In my past life, when our company hosted a welcome banquet for powerful investors from the Emirates, she had been desperate to flaunt her cooking. Against all reason, she forced a pork dish onto the menu. I stopped her then. I explained that pork was forbidden by religious belief, and that offending the investors could cost us everything. If they withdrew their funding, the company's finances would collapse overnight. She took my warning as jealousy. In a fit of

How quickly everything ended by just a single day, I was just like any other girl in the world- laughing and hanging out with friends, taking endless selfies, having crushes on bad boys and nerds included. I never thought or cared about how I look. It was just mine. Normal and Easy. But everything changed in one single moment- a moment filled with fire, screaming metal, and a blur of terror that rewrote my life. I survived. Everybody says I'm lucky but this, this doesn't feel like survival it feels like a punishment, a curse. A curse that am willing to carry all my life. The accident left me with permanent facial disfigurement, and ever since, I've been stuck behind a mask I never aske