Novel & Cerita Naruto Grown Up

BLURB ."Ever have that feeling nothing you ever do matters?" This is Lila Vitale's story, being overshadowed by her elder sister all her life no matter the efforts she puts in. Finally, she is put in the spotlight when her elder sister, Lily, abandons her husband because he went blind, and she ( Lila) has to be the replacement by pretending to be her. Lila is not happy about this at first but steps up to the challenge as she is finally seen and relied on by those she cares about. Lucien, a year later regains his eyesight due to surgery. Lila, hopeful to be set free by the truth, gets disappointed when her sister Lily miraculously appears to take back the place she abandoned and the man Lila had grown to love. To make matters worse, Lila realizes she was just a pawn being used all along and overhears death plots about her unborn child. As the betrayal deepens, Lila tries reaching out to Lucien who treats her like a pest, hurting and giving her no choice but to disappear. Not too long after, Lucien figures out the truth and seeks out for her but isn't he too late? Will Lila ever want to let him back into her life again, especially when she is hell-bent on revenge?

I thought meeting my mate would be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it became the day my heart was shattered. “My mate is not an omega like you,” Alpha Sunny said coldly, his voice echoing through the entire pack hall. “I, Alpha Sunny of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Rose… as my mate.” Laughter erupted around me. Wolves I had grown up with looked at me like I was nothing. Just an unwanted omega. Humiliated and broken, I ran away from the pack that had never truly accepted me. I thought my life was over. Until the night I met him. The Lycan King. The most powerful ruler of all werewolves. Dangerous. Ruthless. Untouchable. And when his golden eyes locked onto mine, the entire world seemed to stop. “You belong to me,” he growled. I should have run. But fate had other plans. Because the girl Alpha Sunny rejected… Was never an ordinary omega. And when the truth about my bloodline finally comes out, the entire werewolf world will burn. Now the Alpha who rejected me wants me back. But the Lycan King? He refuses to let me go. And this time… I’m the one holding the power.

I had funded Tilly Jenkins for five years—and spent those same five years chasing after her. Just when I thought I had finally won her heart—when I believed she was ready to spend her life with me—I discovered the truth: the one she had loved all along was her childhood sweetheart, the boy who had grown up by her side. I, on the other hand, to her, was nothing more than a privileged elite who used money to grind her pride into the dirt. A few years into our marriage, she secretly transferred my assets away—and even had a child with that childhood sweetheart of hers. In the end, I died filled with resentment, trapped in a raging fire. The flames reflected the sight of the three of them together, smiling like a perfect family, while I cried myself to death in despair. After I was reborn, Tilly's childhood sweetheart shoved me hard, sneering with open contempt. "What do you take us for? Toys for rich people like you?!" I slipped my bank card back into my pocket at once. "Sorry, having money doesn't mean I'm brain-dead. I'm not interested in trashy toys like that."

My younger sister, Sophia Ashford, got pregnant before marriage. To protect her reputation before marrying into a wealthy family, she abandoned the baby at our doorstep after giving birth. Our parents, Owen and Julia Ashford, begged me to adopt the child, Tom Ashford. Seeing how pitiful he was, I agreed. Raising Tom consumed nearly all my time and energy. I lost my original job and ended up washing dishes and carrying trays, juggling three jobs on my own just to survive. When Tom grew up and was accepted into a top university, Sophia suddenly returned, crying and accusing me of stealing her child. She had successfully married into a wealthy family and lived happily with her CEO husband, Sebastian Langford, for years. Now, she wanted Tom, who had already grown into someone accomplished, back. "She was the one who stole my baby! I finally found you, my precious child! Your CEO father is rewarding you with a million dollars for getting into university. Work hard and inherit the family business in the future!" Just like that, the son I had raised for over a decade threw himself into her arms without hesitation and cut off all ties with me. The situation spiraled out of control. Our parents were ashamed of me and kicked me out of the house. To prove my innocence, I drove to the police station to retrieve surveillance footage from back then, but I died in a car accident on the way. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I discovered the abandoned baby. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I called the police immediately.

After I reunited with my real family, I somehow became a copycat who got on my father's nerves. The fake heir, Duncan Weaver, studied abroad at a top university. So I got into grad school after studying for just three months. When Duncan came back to start a business, I built a leading men's clothing brand in the industry within a year. When Duncan made the news for volunteering in rural schools, I donated millions of dollars and ended up making bigger headlines. They couldn't stand it. But they couldn't beat me either. Then one day, right after Duncan publicly announced his engagement, I posted my own wedding announcement the very next day. My biological father, who hadn't contacted me in three years, immediately called. He ordered me to take down my wedding photos. "You copying Duncan in everything was already bad enough," he snapped. "Now you're even trying to steal his fiancée? What the hell are you thinking?" On the other end of the call, I could hear Duncan crying. "Dad, don't say that," he said between sobs. "I asked Chelsea. She doesn't even know Leo. "That wedding photo he posted is fake. He edited it just to piss me off." Who was Chelsea? Since when did the woman I had grown up with for 18 years at the orphanage become someone else's fiancée? Then Duncan sent over his own wedding photo. What a funny coincidence. The woman in the photo looked exactly like my fiancée.

I was found as a youngster abandoned in a forest and adopted into the royal Baranov wolf family. It was fantastic at first. Learning that the royals were a bit eccentric intrigued me but the love I felt for my adopted family sister, Sasha, kept me enthralled. I had grown to love her with all my heart and was certain she was my true mate. We both expressed our feelings for each other but due to the Dire Wolf creed, nothing else happened. I had felt that she was going to be all mine until the announcement of her engagement. That was the day my dreams fell apart.

Xavier is a Jack of all trades in the hunters' circle. He is the strongest of all the strongest. He can kill you with his bare hands. He's well known yet at the same time unknown. He's still eighteen, yet he can scare a group of grown men. He disguised himself as a bland teenager so no one could acknowledge him. His presence. He is Xavier the back death, Hunter who is feared by all. And when David Gibson was sent on another mission to a town ruled by werewolves, the least he was expecting was? A mate. Not to mention his mate is an Alpha.

After being persuaded to live with his mom and her new family, Pierre discovers that ‘the boy’ from a year ago is his stepbrother who has grown into the biggest asshole. Not only is he an ass, but he is a bully that is declined to make his life a living hell at school, but acts like a saint at home. Annoyed and unnerved by his bipolar acts, Pierre makes a decision to ignore his possible being, only to discover that Poseidon has a secret crush on him. Now he has to choose whether he comes out of the closet and reciprocate his feelings, or ignore him forever.

**Book 3 to The Moon's Descendant** **Mature Content 18+** Contains graphic depictions of death, violence, sex scenes, course language and rape. Minimal trigger warnings in place. ------------------------------------------------ Zelena fights with her feelings towards her new-found mother, all the while struggling with the stress that being pregnant brings. Life takes a turn for the worst when a new and more dangerous threat emerges from the shadows, pushing Gunner to his limits and testing the strength of the bond that Zelena and Gunner share. As more secrets are revealed, Zelena's understanding of right and wrong, duty and choice, good and evil, all collide in a fiery blaze.  ------------------------------------------------------ I've dealt with a lot up until this point. I'm proud to say that through it all, I've not broken. All my life I've known pain. I've grown up on it. Lived it, learnt it, tasted it. I know pain. I have been pushed to the furthest limits imaginable. Both in mind and body. And I've still not broken. I am stronger because of how far I have been pushed. I have endured and survived more than anyone else possibly could. I have been molded into the ultimate weapon, created from pain to cause havoc. I am the shadow in the dark, the monster under the bed. I am the bringer of death. Nothing could ever break me. But this... This is unlike anything else that I have endured before. This is beyond the point of physical pain and mental torture. This is worse. This could break me. ------------------------------------------------ Book 1 - The Moon's Descendant - Told by Zelena and Gunner. Book 2 - Mother of the Moon - Told By Zelena and Lunaya. Book 3 - Twin Moon - Told by Zelena and Whiskey.

It was at our engagement banquet that I finally learned the truth. I wasn't the true heiress of a noble human family. I wasn't the "fated bride" destined to bear a half-blood child for the vampires. I was just the wrong baby someone had brought home from the hospital. A fake. I'd thought that Alexander, the boy who'd risked his life to drag me out of a burning house, the boy I'd grown up beside, would love me the same as always. Instead, in front of everyone, he let go of my hand and looked down at me with cold eyes. "Without that bloodline, do you really think you deserve to stand beside me?" Then he reached out and slid the engagement ring off my finger himself. He turned, and led the true heiress up to the high platform. Everyone laughed at me. The fake heiress, delusional enough to think she could marry the vampire heir. I was thrown out of the only home I'd ever known. The only kindness left to me was Alexander's, a scrap of charity that let me stay at his side as the lowest thing a vampire could keep. A blood slave. And then, later, I died in an explosion. Saving him. Alexander knelt in the blood and lost his mind, screaming at everyone around him to save me. But there was something he didn't know. I hadn't died. Later still, at a vampire banquet, he saw me again at last. I walked past him on another man's arm, smiling. And this time, it was his turn to lose his mind begging me to look back at him.