Laughing Naruto Novels & Stories

In the VIP lounge of an underground casino, Maeve, the Falcone family's princess, had been plied with too much hard liquor. Fueled by alcohol, someone goaded her into revealing the most shameless thing she'd ever done to win over the Don. She swirled her glass, pointed at me dealing cards behind the table, and threw her head back with a laugh. "Seven years ago, when Declan was in a coma after a shootout, I took his private phone. And I deleted the distress message that bitch sent him. Every last trace of it. Then I replied in his name: You're a burden. Go die." "You'll never guess what happened next. That idiot stood outside the safe house all night in a downpour, like a stray dog. I almost died laughing…" The room erupted in crude laughter. Only the man enthroned at the head of the table remained silent. The crystal whiskey glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack. Blood mixed with the amber liquor, trickling over the veins on the back of his hand before dripping onto the carpet. His murderous, bloodshot eyes were locked on me. I calmly dealt the last hole card in front of him and offered a clean, white silk handkerchief. "Don Declan, you should wipe your hand. Blood on the felt is bad luck." After all, some stains never wash out.

"Tigrotta." "Mariano. Please we can't do this." "And why is that?" "Your nephew. My fiancé. He is literally downstairs." "We both know exactly what he thinks of you." "It doesn't matter." He kissed her slowly and pulled back just enough to speak against her lips. "It matters to me. You are mine. You have always been mine." **************** Gabriella Hale has spent two years as the perfect obedient fiancée. She kept her head down, followed the rules.Then she caught him with his own friends. Laughing and taunting her about virginity. Then she made a decision. One night in Vegas was all she allowed herself. One night with a stranger who was older, commanding and treated her like she was worth slowing down for. She gave him everything and slipped out before sunrise telling herself it was over. A secret she would carry alone while she went back to stomaching a marriage she never wanted. She did not expect to walk into the Castillo family home and find him standing at the top of that staircase. Mariano Castillo. The new family patriarch. Her fiancé's uncle. The man she spent one unforgettable night with in Vegas. Now he is the most powerful man in the room and he is looking at her like she was never Davis's to begin with.

It's been two years since he went to study abroad. I still remember the day I first came to live in this house after my parent's death. I still remember the day she suddenly came into my room. My eyes were wide looking at his sudden action. He looked at the doir of my room and started to walk in my direction. In a flash of seconds, he was standing in front of me. I knew I was in danger. I tried to move. Bloody hell my body was held by his deep-sea color eyes. Standing in front of me he took a hold of my hair making me look into his eyes. My eyes were closed shut afraid of meeting his mad one. But the next words out of his mouth made me short open my eyes. "Who was the man with whom you were laughing and talking with answer me jane who was he," he asked me angrily. I took his appearance his jaw was clench and his eyes were burning in anger. H--he saw me with him. Warm tears filled in my eyes ready to flow from the corner of my eyes. Remembering that day still pass shiver to my body. Suddenly I was pulled out of the car and now I was standing in front of the airport I receive the devil of my life. Yes, you heard it right.

“My mate?” he scoffs, laughing at me like I have just uttered hogwash. "Goddamnit, I can’t have a girl like you as my mate. Do you think you are up to my standard to become my mate? You are useless. Can’t you see Bella? She is my type of girl! You are in no class with her!" He spits at my face, and my heart cracks inside my chest as I take a step back in grief. I fought back my tears as I summoned some courage to speak. "Noah, you can’t say that to me. I belong to you, not Bella. Bella is not yours, but me Noah!" I didn’t realize it when a tear broke out of my eyes. He’s mine, and he's rejecting me for Bella. "Noah ..." My lips shake as I become speechless. "I don’t care what the moon goddess says. I love this girl, and I want her. She has everything I want in a woman. She is beautiful; she has the standards, and we’ve been dating for so long. " he yells.. "Noah, we.."He comes to stop whatever I’m about to say as he holds my neck in front of everyone. "Don’t you ever try to come in between us. I reject you as my mate, and you are free to find any other guy!"

There is nothing Iris loves more than curling up with a ridiculous werewolf romance, laughing her head off at every over-the-top, cringey scene and swooning at the shameless smut. But one night, partway through an e-novel by a mysterious "Author 456", she chokes on a Doritos chip, dies, and wakes up inside the story as the doomed heroine. Now she’s trapped in a medieval werewolf afterlife with bizarre werewolf laws, dangerously hot Alphas, and plotlines she knows will end in her eventual demise. There’s Alpha Kieran, her volatile, possessive fated mate who’ll tear kingdoms apart to keep her. And there’s Alpha Rowan, the charming first love who still holds a piece of her heart and isn’t afraid to fight for it. Their rivalry is a ticking time bomb that is already threatening to spark a war, and Iris is right in the middle. As if juggling two jealous, dominant Alphas isn’t enough, a human rebellion is rising, and every move she makes could shift the story’s fate. She's got only one goal; to survive long enough to find a way back home before her “tragic ending” catches up to her. Expect heated glances, possessive growls, steamy arguments that turn into even steamier reconciliations, and enough bedroom (and not-so-bedroom) scenes to make you blush in public. This is a laugh-out-loud, heart-racing, smut-laced romance you won’t be able to put down.

On the day I'm diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer, my dad suddenly gains the ability to hear people's inner thoughts. My stepmother, Pauline Barton, scolds inwardly, "Why isn't this old fool dead yet?" But what my dad hears is, "Honey, I'd gladly trade ten years of my life for your health." I kneel before him and beg him to take me to the hospital. In my heart, I'm crying, "Dad, please save me. I'm in so much pain." But what he hears is, "Hurry up and give me some money, old man. I want to buy the latest designer bag." So, he dotes on Pauline while throwing me, who is gravely ill, into a dog cage without food or water. Pointing at me, he snarls, "How can you be so vicious? I can't believe you want me dead!" Curled up in agony, I sob as I try to explain. However, all I get in return are even harsher beatings and insults. The moment I die, his ability finally starts working properly. My soul drifts above as I watch him hold Pauline and weep. But inside, she's laughing hysterically. "They're finally all dead. Now the entire family fortune is mine." This time, Dad hears every single word, loud and clear.

Valentina never meant to cross the line. She was just Sofia’s best friend always welcome in their luxurious villa, always laughing at Sofia’s jokes, always stealing glances at the one man she knew she could never have. Luca Moretti. Sofia’s father. Older, powerful, dangerously magnetic. One forbidden night, a single brush of his thumb across her lip shattered every rule she’d sworn to keep. What started as stolen touches and whispered confessions quickly spiraled into something neither could control. His hands claimed her in the dark, his voice called her “good girl” while guilt tore her apart, and every stolen moment felt like fire she couldn’t extinguish. But desire like this doesn’t stay hidden. When Sofia discovers the truth, betrayal cuts deeper than any blade. Friendships fracture. Family bonds break. And the two people who risked everything for each other are left standing in the ashes of what they destroyed. Now Valentina must decide: walk away from the only man who ever made her feel truly alive… or burn everything down to keep him. Because some love is worth the ruin. And some ruin never felt this good. 18+ | Explicit content | Forbidden age-gap romance | Taboo desire | Emotional angst | Slow-burn tension | Possessive MMC | Family betrayal

Aurora is the only daughter in a wealthy family, she has a hot temper, is arrogant, and likes to show off. She dyed her hair blue, pierced her earrings, and got tattoos. She was a spoiled child who was over-indulgent. Suddenly, in one class like any other day. Aurora becomes invisible. She had no reflection in the mirror, could not touch anything, She could only touch what she was carrying with her. The classmates around were still laughing and chatting as usual. Even if she screams, no one will hear. Aurora is extremely scared, she tries to go home to seek help, but after returning home she finds her family has been changed. The family that was once warm and happy suddenly had nothing left because the past had changed. Now, her mother, Breana Clayden, had been in prison thirteen years ago, and her father, William Dylson, had married another woman twenty years earlier. And now, he has another family, another wife, and another child. And Aurora - is a person who was never born. A strange person in the form of an old clock appears - Luan, Luan tells her that the past has changed, and she has become an outcast of time. At the same time, that person gives her the opportunity to reclaim everything, and reclaim her happy family, her identity, and her future. Did this strange man named Luan have any plots? If Aurora fails to prevent the time paradox from happening, what punishment will she be subject to? How will Aurora choose? The dark and confused truth lurks behind the film of time, deep in the past, will she find it?

In the fifth year of being exiled to a deserted island in the international waters by Chelsea Herrera, I finally learn how to stay extremely humble. When Chelsea brings Derrick Carpenter, a university student she keeps, and a Doberman to the island just to pick me up, I get down on my knees as though it's the most natural thing to do in the world. Then, I wipe the sand off Derrick's shoes with my sleeve before bending over to use my back as their stepstool. "From now on, you're in charge of taking care of Ricky. He and Dobey are your family now." I nod with a small smile. After Chelsea has usurped my family's businesses and forced my parents to jump off a building, she chooses to abandon me on a deserted island so that I can learn to obey her commands. She has succeeded in everything she's done. By the time I finally get to return to the familiar villa, everything there has already changed. I wake up at 4:00 am every morning in order to prepare a nice breakfast for Dobey the Doberman. After that, I groom it properly. At 9:00 am, I've prepared the outfit Derrick will be wearing for the day. Then, I'll travel to a boxing gym so that I can serve as his human punching bag. At night, I prepare some alcohol and snacks while listening to Derrick and his friends laughing at me. They then proceed to discuss how to tame me, the formerly arrogant scion hailing from the ex-richest family in the elite society.

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."