Naruto Has A Daughter Fanfiction

After I get pregnant, my husband goes jogging every night. One night, he leaves in such a hurry that he only wears his smart watch. He forgets to bring his phone with him. I accidentally see the messages he sends his female colleague. "Want to come over for a free meal? And maybe… a little of me, too?" "I'm not really hungry tonight—except for a taste of you." The chicken stew he's fed me tonight gurgles in my stomach as it turns. If I remember correctly, he's just introduced this colleague to my brother.

Cristine Jane Hernandez was raised in the Rodriguez family and nurtured by them. Her parents split when she was a child, and she has been living with her mother and stepfather, Jon Hernandez, ever since. Cristine Jane Hernandez, despite her protests, is declared a gang leader at the age of twelve. She simply wants to safeguard the people she cares about. She is exceptional in every way. She is an expert in every area. She goes by several different names.. She's a billionaire, a model, a gangster, or even a detective, depending on who you ask. Her life is full of thrills and mishaps. Cristine Jane Hernandez is a tenacious woman with a compassionate heart. She met Tristan Guevarra when she was seventeen years old. Should she reveal her identity to him? Or is she even aware of who she is? In both academic and athletic circles, Tristan Guevarra is regarded as a genius. His arrogance and disposition have been ingrained in him from birth. His life is shrouded in secrecy. All the females like him, so why did he fall in love with a girl who couldn't even tell him her secret? Or does he have a secret of his own? Both of them have their own issues to deal with, but will they choose each other or stick to their own priorities?

My firefighter husband had fallen from a great height during a mission and was rushed into the emergency room, covered in blood. As the only person capable of saving him, I stood just outside the operating room, calm and composed. Reaching for my makeup bag, I began carefully applying my makeup. Another doctor, panic-stricken, rushed toward me and shouted, "Dr. Warhol! The patient's kidney has ruptured! You're the only surgeon in all of Switzerland who can perform this life-saving procedure! If you don’t act now, he’s going to die!" I continued shaping my eyebrows with steady precision, not even glancing in his direction. "Quiet," I said coolly. "If you keep yelling, my brows might end up crooked."

When my brother Beau Campbell and I drowned together at the age of four, I was the only one who survived. From that day on, my mother came to loathe me. She would often creep into my room at night with colorful "candies" in her hand, trying to pry open my mouth. However, Dad always stopped her just in time. Later, I cut off my long hair and threw away all my dresses, desperately trying to become Beau's shadow. Only then would Mom spare me a glance. Three years passed, and Mom got pregnant again. She said it was Beau coming back to us. I was happy for her and told myself it was good that Beau was back. After all, it also meant this family no longer needed the stand-in who had lived in his place. So, I found the same "candies" Mom once tried to force into my mouth, and I quietly swallowed them.

Sa mundong pakiramdam niya ay unfair sa kanya,gagawin ni Anika ang lahat para lamang matulungang maipagamot ang nagiisang kapatid na nakaratay sa karamdaman.Bilang nakakatanda at tanging pagasa nilang magiina,nakahanda si Anika kahit ibenta ang kaluluwa makalikom lamang ng sapat na pera para sa hospital. At ang minsang desisyun na iyon ang magdudulot pala ng habang buhay na pighati at kaguluhan sa kanyang isipan at lalong lalo na sa kanyang puso. Dahil ang isang gabing katumbas ng halagang pang hospital ng kanyang kapatid ay hindi pa pala sasapat. At ang pinakamahirap sa sitwasyun ni Anika ay ang katotohanang kinakailangan na naman niyang harapin ang bangongot ng gabing iyon dahil ang tanging ang lalaking nakasama niya noong gabing iyon ang may hawak ng tanging solusyun sa sakit ng kapatid.

Because I had a face that screamed 'pick-me girl', I became the target of my mother's deepest hatred. She claimed that just seeing me made her sick, bringing back memories of my father's affair. In retaliation, she channeled all her affection into helping a child from a poor village, praising her for being kind and genuine while insisting she loved her hundreds of times more than she ever loved me. But then that same girl went behind my back and seduced my boyfriend, and my mother reacted by hitting me across the face repeatedly. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman!" Yet when I fell gravely ill with cancer, she was beside herself with grief, begging for forgiveness while praying earnestly. "How could I not love you, my dear? I've made such terrible mistakes…"

Lydia Zander had once been the quiet, obedient wife—trapped in a cold, loveless marriage with Clinton, a man who only married her to honor his grandfather’s dying wish. She loved him deeply, blindly, but that love was repaid with cruelty—not just from Clinton, but from his entire family. For years, she endured their scorn in silence… until the day Clinton coldly handed her divorce papers. What no one knew—not her husband, not his family—was that Lydia Zander was no ordinary woman. They thought she was a nobody, a girl from the slums who should be grateful for scraps. They were dead wrong. When Clinton cast her aside to make room for his mistress, Kelly, he expected Lydia to return —broken, begging on her knees, desperate for his attention. She did return. But not the way he imagined. She came back draped in power —no longer the timid wife they once belittled, but a force they never saw coming. Lydia Zander, it turned out, was the secret daughter of the nation’s president… and the largest shareholder in Clinton’s very own company. The tables didn’t just turn—they flipped violently. And who was the one on his knees now? Yes, you guessed it right. Clinton! But this time, Lydia held the power—and she wasn’t interested in mercy. Want to know what she did next? Keep reading. The real game has just begun.

Isabella is the daughter of King Roberts, beautiful and charismatic. After living in the shadows of her parents and being abused, they decide to marry her off to form an alliance. By not meeting her expectations, Prince Christopher will try to get rid of her. The princess will have to make a decision and reach an agreement with her fiancée before her father puts a macabre plan into motion.

Minerva is whimsical, liberal and somewhat spoiled. She is the daughter of an important CEO, who owns one of the biggest companies of these times. When her father decides to hire a bodyguard to take care of her while she is on vacation, the girl will cry out loud, despite the fact that he is the most handsome and sexy man she has ever seen. However, more are the fights between them, especially because the "guardian" thinks she is just a silly little girl with a credit card. But he soon realizes that she is a good-hearted, if somewhat immature, girl, yet he can't help but be attracted to her and must choose between his job or what he feels in his heart. At the same time, an enemy from the past shows up to hurt Minerva, so he has to go to her rescue before it's too late and she learns that he wasn't a common bodyguard as he had led her to believe.

Daciana, the Alpha’s daughter, is accused of the murder of her father and is banished from her pack. Her world is turned upside down, and the once heir of her pack is now on the run from her father's killers.  Rescued from the hands of death by Milton, the Alpha of Moon Valley Pack, and offered peace and comfort, Daciana's heart still longs for her pack where she left her mother and little sister. She seeks to avenge her father’s death but things get complicated when she finds out that the man who helped her get back on her feet could also be the man who murdered her Father.