Madara And Hashirama Shaking Hands

Ever wonder how one of the best days of your life turns into a lifelong nightmare? Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE." Marriage is supposed to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny, which ends their dream of everlasting love. For one, it was a journey of redemption, and for another, it was to seek vengeance. Amaan was forced to marry Asmaira, who knew how much he hated her, yet, she agreed to the marriage, knowing well the thorny path coming her way. What is the past that connects both Asmara and Amaan, and why do they hate each other so much without meeting each other? "Please......." was the only word she could say while trying to get out of his grip. "Please let me go," she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands. "Why are you scared, baby? I know I was wrong to not accept you as my wife, but now I want to correct my mistake. Let's start once again our marriage. How about I gift you something to celebrate?" He said near her ear, emphasizing the word 'gift.' Sensing her fright, he grabs her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?" Asmaira gaped. "I know it is your first time, and.." he trailed, hitching Asmaira's breath, "I would make sure you would never forget it."

CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN! TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS VERY DARK, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. "It was an accident, believe me, if I could go back in time, I will__" Her words were transformed into a cry of pain when his hands suddenly grasp her jaw. His stony blue eyes were dead as his words sliced through the air. " Oh, believe me you will! I will make sure you become everything I lost because of you! This very life is owned by me!" His hands slowly crept to snake around her fragile neck. " You are mine! And only I have the right to take your life whenever I desire!" In which Freya Owens, a young college student struggling with life and paying bills gets into an accident, tragically claiming the life of a pregnant woman. Nikolas Cullen. A cold-hearted dangerous killer who is determined to make Freya pay for the death of his wife and heir. She destroyed his family. His wife and unborn baby died because of her. He would make her return the debt in ten folds.

“You still don't get it, do you?” she said, shaking her head. “Think about it, Brianna. You've just been fired with little or no hopes of getting a new job because you're a what? Remind me again. Oh, a single mother. How long do you think the money Mr Yang gave to you would last for? How long do you think I'm going to continue giving you, huh? Think about it. The same Jason you're trying to protect right now would still blame you for bringing him into this world when you exhaust that money with you and there's nothing else to spend or no one to run to.” “So, what are you trying to insinuate?” I asked, raising a brow. “That I become a surrogate mother just because I'm in need of money? I'm only in need, Hayley. I'm not desperate to have it. Besides, let me remind you that I went through a Cesarean Section just to have Jason. I'm not going through that again.” *********************** Having lost her job, Brianna is left to drown in an ocean of confusion on what path to take next. But then, she's presented with an offer to be a surrogate mother for a hefty sum of money, and another from a strange man asking her to return home and take charge of her father's company. Would she choose to be a surrogate mother or return home to take over the company of a man whom she never got to meet her whole life?

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."

She believed she left him behind forever. Five years ago, she walked away from the one man who had ever lit her soul on fire - Lucian Blackthorne, the ruthless millionaire Alpha who claimed her as his fated mate after a single night of forbidden bliss. She rushed to safeguard the secret blossoming inside her, resolved never to let him find the truth. But fate didn’t care about her intentions. When he strolled back into her life at an elite supernatural charity dinner, his seductive silver eyes focused on hers, arousing every suppressed longing she had battled to conceal. He was much stronger now and even more deadly. His control ripped her hard-earned barriers, leaving her shaking with desire and horror. Because if Lucian found her secret, he would never let her or their son go. As he lured her back into his heady world of money, power, and primitive supernatural passion, secrets long buried began to claw their way to the surface. She understood her secret wasn’t the only one that might kill them both. He desired her loyalty. She desired his touch. But when treachery ruined the fragile hope rekindling between them, she was forced to face the final question: may she submit to his love, knowing it may cost her freedom… and her child’s future? Because the stain of midnight longing could never be erased - no matter how deeply she attempted to bury it.

Kyle was trapped in a room with chains handcuffed to his hands, as soon as he came to his senses. The room was empty, there was no other life apart from him. But Kyle realized, once he made a move, his life was at stake. In order to save himself from an imminent death, Kyle must know the memories he forgot and who he was in his previous life.

Ruthless heir of the Alero’s had built the Alerosis industry Into an empire of wealth, and power. But past secrets come to light when he starts dying at the hands of a mysterious woman from his past. Losing all he ever worked for while still obsessing over the woman behind his misery. Will he find Redemption or will the seek for Revenge take it all?

Queen Toshiba was a great warrior who got married to a king, all she wanted was a child and nothing more. One day she saw an old lady which she help out and was told she will give birth yo a child on the fifth arrival festival. Things got out oh hands and toshiba was shock when she saw the child was a wolf.

A wife who suffered at the hands of her husband. Isa silang masayang mag asawa noon pero nagbago ng isang iglap ang lahat. Her husband keeps on hurting her, physically and emotionally at hindi niya alam ang dahilan. Will she be able to handle the pain? Or will she give up on her husband whom she loves so much?

The hearse with the strange door came to a halt in front of the entrance. The sound of balls bouncing on the floor could be heard. There were children who cried in the middle of the night. Several footsteps, almost as if running around the corridor. Turning on and off the lights. Every time the wind blows, there are low whispers. At night, several hands roam around the body. "Who are they?" "Shh, they're our friends."