Naruto Loses His Sanity Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

anger started pulsating in me. "I'll call you whatever I want, little one". She again stated with a smirk. "You don't know what I can do to you" I said while gritting my teeth. She took my hand and place it on her throat. "Then do it" she whispered. Is she insane?

Chapter 22 Charlotte Riley and I watched with bated breaths as Naja and his brothers all disappeared around the bend. As if on autopilot, I inhaled a deep breath. I was starved for oxygen and hadn’t known it. Fuck, this man had my body and head practically in overdrive. One minute, I wanted nothing more than to jump his bones and beg him to teach me what all the fuss was about. The next moment, I pictured my hands around his thick neck, squeezing the life out of him. What the fuck was he doing to me?

Nazy Broken, shattered but most of all satisfied, yes I feel so fulfilled for doing that to him, especially after what he said to me over the phone, it's all his fault for unlocking this side of me, and now I hope to never see him again in this life, and just like I said before Fred is dead and gone to me. “P…………..!” The loud honking sound of an oncoming car jolted me out of my trance, I immediately halted on my step and slowly turned to the side, seeing the car advancing towards me with full speed, with it's light blocking my sight, I slowly covered my eyes with my right palm, I was so shocked that I felt stocked to the ground and could barely move my feet but the craziest part is that I do

Kian's pov I'm still fuming after witnessing my mate and Lorenzo talk so closely in the garden. Damn it, that motherfucker suspects Nara is my mate. I should have been calm, but instead, I overreacted and kicked him out of my pack. My wolf had just taken over; he has no control when it comes to the little butterfly. 'You should have stayed calm. Now, she's a target,' I reproach my wolf. I know it wasn't his fault, but I need someone to blame.

I whispered harshly. “I understand, I’d do just that and get back to you.” He said and I dropped the call immediately. “You won’t get away from me Ariana. We are bound for life. You’re my mate and Luna and this is forever.” I whispered to myself. “We are going to lose our mate if you keep on being stupid. I can’t bear to part ways with Nara.” My wolf whispered. “Shut up. We are not going to lose anyone.” I countered but he kept talking in my head and soon I was beginning to have a terrible headache.

It felt as though my very essence was being unraveled, a raw exposure to suffering I hadn't fathomed. I cling to the echoes of sanity, trying to reconcile the surreal pain with reality. Time itself seemed to warp as the ordeal continued, each moment stretched by the relentless agony coursing through my veins. After what felt like an eternity, Nate withdrew his teeth, and a sudden, eerie calm descended. The intense pain lingered, but now it's accompanied by a profound emptiness. It's as if he has drained not just blood but some vital essence from within me. I feel limp and numb, my body betraying any semblance of strength.

Blood was oozing from his knuckles, but he didn't stop. "This girl, this fucking badass girl is trouble! She's not here, but she's still in my mind. Oh, God!" He shrieked, clenching his hair, going insane. He was losing his mind as he couldn't understand what was happening to him.

"Because if you keep acting like this—if you keep fighting over me instead of watching the gates—you’re both going to die. You'll die in the fire, Kieran. And you'll die with a sword in your back, Rowan. And I’ll be left standing in the ashes of a story that didn't have to end that way." The silence stretched on. Kieran looked at Rowan, and for the first time, I didn't see rivalry in their eyes. I saw genuine, bone-deep confusion. They thought I had lost my mind. To them, I was speaking in riddles, talking about a future that felt like a fever dream. Rowan reached out, his fingers grazing my cheek. "You're sick, Iris. The stress... the transition to this world must have broken something in y

Noah Noah's mind had become a twisted labyrinth, a maelstrom of obsession and delusion. The light in the cellar flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls, illuminating Almara's pained expression. He hated seeing her like this. Perhaps he should have just ordered the C-section. Noah had lost track of time, consumed by his manic pursuit of claiming the love of his life. His once well-kempt appearance had given way to wild, unkempt hair and sunken, bloodshot eyes. He had barely eaten or slept, sustained only by the fire of his obsession.