Kyuubi Female Human Form

"Are you going to get on or am I going to have to grab you?" —------------- "How dare you?" —---------------- "Don't see me...don't see me..." ________________ Kendrick, The Gray Shadow, is a notorious, man-eating giant who defends his forest from all who dare to trespass his domain. That is until a winged fae named Twillow is banished from her magical realm and dropped into Kendrick's forest. Taken with her beauty and gentle nature, Kendrick and Twillow form an unlikely friendship. But soon Kendrick finds himself behaving and feeling differently when he's with her as her radiant light pierces the darkness long held in his heart. Will he be able to tell her how he really feels, or will their differences be insurmountable? A story of developing friendships, fantasy adventure, and impossible relationships.

Vulnerability. That was one thing Alpha Grey Geraldson couldn't afford. Being the devil himself, who made people shiver at the mention of his name has always made him play the cards to his advantage, but then, a catastrophic run-in with the fragile Bloom Bardwell, dented his plans, when she turned out to be the one thing he never wanted, his mate. And thus, madness descended from the pit of hell, coming in the form of the cognac-eyed beauty who tore down his walls without having to try too hard.

～I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while travelling with a beautiful female elf~ Formerly a gamer, the hero who was just reincarnated became a handsome elf prince of another world. In his previous life, he was just a plain-faced man, so in this world, he uses his high position as a prince to his advantage and keeps holding beautiful women in his arms, every day in his life. With his status as a prince and handsome face, together with the high abilities of the elves……he will thoroughly enjoy life unlike in his previous world! Main Characters:- Alan vi Alling: The main character of the Novel. An otaku who died as the Virgin in his previous world but was reborn as the Elven Prince. Because of his previous life he set himself up and determines himself to taste every woman he came across. Now in this life he is the dirty playboy. Cecil Mir: An Elven Woman and Main character attendant also his childhood friend and harbour feelings for him, despite being him the playboy.

Primrose is a princess who comes from the clans of vampires, for which they are recognized as having the strongest powers. The strictest and most forbidden of their law is to love a human being. But, by an unexpected coincidence, Primrose falls for a human creature named Youhe- Notorious rogue, mischievous and . But, what if he finds out that the woman he loves is a vampire? Will he still love her despite of her true identity? or will they just follow the set destiny for the two of them?

For years, myths and legends about the Underworld revolved around the earth. The darkest, most horrible place you could ever think of. But they were just myths and legends, carvings of ancient stories. No, Hades -God of the Underworld- did not exist. No, there wasn't anyone who could rule a place like that. No, a mere person could not radiate fear and darkness. No, millions of souls certainly would never kneel down before just one person. That's what every single one of them believed in. Unless, he was an immortal of course. Like Hayden Stone. Ava Bensen, like every other sane human, did not believe in such stuff. Yes, she had a perfect life -or at least, that's what her parents wanted her to believe in. Rich parents. Beautiful looks. Caring best friends. Everything was perfect. But sometimes, people forget how perfection is just a fancy form of fear. Fear, that kills hundreds of people each day. Fear, that everyone despised and stayed away from. Fear, that could take form of the Furies, the deadliest creatures of the Underworld. Ava didn't know that. She didn't know what was coming her way. Not until she died. For real.

After being reborn, the first thing my cousin and I did was switch grooms. In our previous lives, we had gotten married on the same day. She, gentle and composed by nature, became the wife of Blake Malcolm, the aloof naval commander. On their wedding anniversary, Blake skipped the occasion to celebrate his childhood friend's birthday. My cousin had only wanted an explanation, but Blake claimed his conscience was clear. They fell into a silence that lasted fifty years. And me? With my temper—quick to fight, never one for patience—I had married an accountant from the machinery plant's compound. The accountant was soft-spoken, forever complaining about how loud I was, and how little I cared about appearances. We fought every three days, major arguments every five. Eventually, he stopped coming home. Less than a year into the marriage, we divorced. Then one day, my cousin and I opened our eyes and found ourselves young again—and it was the day we were to marry. Again.

When I was four months pregnant, my fiance, who was a doctor, left me hanging when we were supposed to get married. This was not the first time; this was the sixteenth time. The first time, his nurse fainted at the sight of blood during an operation, and I waited for him for an entire day at the city hall. The second time, his nurse called, and he left me behind on a viaduct to buy daily necessities for her. Whenever we were about to get married, his nurse would call him for all sorts of problems. The final time was when he told me he was sick. Despite the rain, I rushed to the hospital, only to find that it was his nurse who was sick. He stayed by her side to care for her while he lied to me without batting an eye. At that moment, I began to hate him. I aborted our baby and left. But he chased after me and even traveled out of the country just to apologize.

Just as Justin proposed to me, a phone call interrupted him. Standing close by, I clearly heard the voice on the other end of the line. “Justin, I’m hurt. My leg hurts so much!” Justin snapped the ring box shut and looked at me. “Alice is injured. I’ll have to do this another time.” With those words, he sprinted away, leaving everyone around us staring in astonishment. I had never met Alice, but her presence lingered in every corner of our lives.  At meals, Justin would mention her fondness for sweet desserts.  When I dressed, I came to know her love for soft lavender hues. I argued, I wept, I lashed out, but Justin always countered with the same line. “You’re so jealous. Everyone has their first love. She’s my past, but you’re my future.” So, I turned to a man who had once called me his first love—Quentin—and made a bold proposition. “Let’s get married.”

In the three years since I became Zander's mate, I've tried to kill myself ninety-nine times. Kidnapped by a rival pack in my youth, years of torture nearly destroyed me. I clawed my way back to the Crescent Moon Pack, only to find my place had been taken by an adopted daughter, Vivian. My Beta parents doted on her, and my fated mate—the Alpha himself—had eyes only for her. I begged them, told them my kidnapping and my suicide attempts weren't accidents, but all I ever heard was: "Ember, you're delusional. You just wandered off and got lost." "You tried to drown yourself in the river." The people closest to me, and not one of them believed me. Until the ninety-ninth time. Another "suicide." When I woke up three days later, I rubbed my aching head. My eyes were vacant, my own gaze foreign to me. I had forgotten who I was, forgotten the humiliation I'd endured, forgotten the desperate girl who had thrown away her dignity for a scrap of her Alpha's affection. At the pack ceremony, while everyone waited for me to fawn pathetically over Zander, a single tear slid down my cheek for reasons I couldn't comprehend. I wiped it away and, under the shocked stares of the entire pack, announced calmly: "Zander," my voice was steady. "I don't love you anymore. So I, Ember of the Crescent Moon Pack, hereby reject you as my mate." "This little act again?" Zander sneered, his eyes glinting with the same casual contempt they always held for me. But he didn't know. This time, I was leaving him for good. It wasn't until I vanished completely that the ones who'd never believed me were the ones who truly went mad.

At the New Year's party, my pineapple juice is swapped for beer. To make things worse, I've just taken cephalexin, which shouldn't be mixed with alcohol. After barely surviving the ordeal, I am shocked to see my husband, Harry Grant, defending Sally Lane, who was responsible for the mix-up. "Can we please just let it go? She didn't do it on purpose," Harry pleads. However, I'm not about to forgive Sally, especially given how sketchy her relationship with my husband has always been. But Harry cuts me off with a scowl, "Enough! She's just graduated and doesn't know any better. "What's the point of holding a grudge? Do you really want to ruin her life to feel better?" he asks, clearly trying to protect her. As I watch him stand by her, my heart sinks. "Fine then, go live with her."