Kakashi X Sakura Lemon Novels & Stories

Violet Ashford had it all—a loving husband, a happy family, and the perfect life. Until everything shattered. Abandoned by her husband Christian, who left her for none other than her own sister, Violet’s world crumbled. Pregnant and heartbroken, she faced betrayal from everyone she trusted, including her own family. The grief was too much, and in a cruel twist of fate, she lost the child she carried. Devastated and alone, Violet’s sorrow soon turned to rage. She vowed to make Christian and his entire family pay for what they did. But just as she begins to unravel their carefully guarded lives, a shocking revelation emerges—a secret whispered by a young doctor with ties to her late father. A secret that could change everything. In a world of lies, betrayal, and vengeance, Violet’s quest for justice takes her down a dark and dangerous path. But will uncovering the truth heal her shattered heart, or destroy her entirely?

In the tenth year of my pursuit of Henry Stone—the profoundly devoted deuteragonist in the novel—he arranges a lavish, extravagant wedding on my behalf. I still feel uneasy even though Henry continues to love me deeply after we get married. This is because the mission progress bar displayed by the system has never moved past zero. On our wedding anniversary, I happen to stumble upon a hidden diary in Henry's desk drawer, which reveals a very shocking truth—Henry has been reborn. He possesses full knowledge that this world is a novel and that I am the antagonist who poses a threat to the protagonist, Renee Schmidt. He puts on a careful act of profound love toward me, strictly for the purpose of shielding Renee, the person he truly cares for. I have just gotten the gist of the whole situation when the system's warning goes off. "You have failed your romance mission. Your existence will be terminated within 48 hours."

"Bear my child, and I'll give you two million. Then, leave." - Cameron Silvestre. The deal was simple: carry his child in exchange for two million then vanish, leaving the baby in the hands of Cameron Silvestre- The notorious, cold, distant, and heartless Mafia Lord. Perhaps, the most hated and feared man she had ever encountered. But when Charity saw her baby's eyes for the first time, everything she'd agreed to shattered. Defying the terms, she fled with her child, and hid from Cameron's wrath. She knew, however, that no one could outrun Cameron Silvestre forever. When he finally tracked them down, Charity's life spiraled into a waking nightmare under the control of a heartless Mafia Lord.

My parents suddenly told me that we were living in a novel. I was the frail and favored younger brother destined to get into college, marry my childhood sweetheart, and live an easy life. My older brother, Daniel Luther, on the other hand, was the expendable one. He was destined to fail his SAT and be beaten to death. My parents said that if they wanted to save him, they had to make sure he got into college. They did everything they could to help him, but he still failed his SAT. Meanwhile, I got into the same college as my childhood sweetheart, Priscilla Grimmie, through my own hard work. That night, my parents snatched my college acceptance letter and locked me in a cellar under the backyard. "Let your brother take your place and go to college first. You can retake your exams next year." My foot slipped, and I hit my head hard against a canning jar. Warm blood trickled down my neck. I shouted, "Mom, it hurts!" She didn't even turn around. "Caleb, stop it! Your brother is one step away from his dreams!" Their footsteps gradually faded. I slowly closed my eyes. The next time I opened my eyes, I was already floating in midair.

I worked at a sales job and felt pretty good about my work. Then, Vivian appeared. She was a new intern with an insatiable curiosity for others’ private affairs. On Valentine’s Day, my husband, Henry Ambrose, bought a million dollars’ worth of bags from me to help me meet my sales target. Just as I left work to meet him for a date, Vivian sent a snide message. [Your Fitbit just logged an extra thousand steps. That’s literally the exact distance to the hotel next door. Nice work, Lily! You close a million-dollar deal and immediately head to the hotel with the client?] I coldly fired back, [If you’re this desperate to stalk people, you should’ve just joined the K-9 unit.] That very night, parcels of adult toys appeared on my doorstep. Vivian had written a nasty post that had gone viral, and things turned out like this! [This Salesgirl Slept With My Client and Stole My Million-Dollar Commission on Valentine’s Day!] A pair of my ripped silk stockings, which I had tossed in the trash, became her “proof” that I had seduced a client during work hours. Vivian was painted as the victim, while I was viciously smeared as a “salesgirl who slept with clients for commissions.” What Vivian did not know was that Henry was actually a leading researcher worth billions. I only took the sales job because I was bored and wanted to experience something new.

After my husband's brother died, he took Miranda, his widowed sister-in-law in. He claimed that he would give me his love—but gave all his money to her. He said that since she had no official status, being with him would make her the subject of gossip, so he took her with him and left me behind in the countryside. Every month, he wrote me three love letters, yet sent all his allowance to her. During the famine, she and her two children sat in a warm little house eating well, while my two children died before I could return from selling my blood. One froze to death, the other starved to death. Later, my husband finally came back, but he didn’t shed a single tear for the children. Instead, he told me he wanted a divorce. "Nathalie, to apply for housing, we need a marriage certificate. It hasn’t been easy for Miranda all these years. I want to give her a home. Don’t worry, even if I marry her, I’ll still divorce her afterward—because you’re the only one I love." In the end, I was devastated and threw myself into the icy river. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my children were about to die. This time, I shook them awake, ready to go reclaim everything that was rightfully mine.

At the factory, my arm is pulled into a machine. After the surgery, the factory supervisor tells me it's my fault. Because of my arm, the machine has to be shut down for repairs, and every day of downtime will cost them millions. "Someone has to take responsibility for this, Zachary," the supervisor tells me. "It wouldn't make sense to demand millions from you, so just compensate us with 300,000—that's all." Under their threats—and my family's desperate begging—I sign the IOU for 300,000. With one arm gone, I can no longer find a job. All I can do is collect trash to repay the debt. While picking up bottles outside a restaurant one day, I hear the factory supervisor laughing and bragging inside. "Actually, that one-armed guy didn't violate any rules. In fact, the HQ gave three million dollars in compensation. My house and car? All bought with that money," he said. "I mean, who'd ever find out? With that debt hanging over him, he's probably already run off somewhere." Shaken by the news, I stagger onto the street. A truck roars out of nowhere, slamming into me and throwing me 16 feet across the road. When I open my eyes again, I had returned to the day I lost my arm.

Warning! Mature Content! “You enjoy provoking me, don’t you?” He said through our busy lips. “Ever since the first time you walked into my office, you’ve done nothing but test my patience. And the second time we met, you punched my face.” I giggled as I bit his lip before pulling away slightly. He squeezed my waist at the action. “I do.” Kura, one of the directors of Runner Studios, is known for her talented work and a knack for not following rules. Nile, the CEO of their own family company. He was of Russian, Japanese, and American descent, known for his androgynous beauty and his cold personality. The first time they met, the two immediately clashed and hated each other right away. But one intimate night changed between the two of them…

Considered barren and useless. Savannah's sacrifice in a marriage that never favored her ended when she overheard a conversation that her beloved husband was planning to have a child with a maid who was his mistress. Not wanting her life to be controlled, she returned to her pack and started a new life by hiding her pregnancy. An old friend who had once disappointed her emerged as the only man who truly loved her. Cillian, her best friend who had always been there for her. He had once sworn he would never take a mate if it wasn't his best friend. When her ex-husband wanted her back, Cillian, the most powerful Alpha, was ready to always be her protector. "I doesn't want any mate, but you, Savannah."

I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine." "Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan." --- Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really? Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss.