Naruto Male Si Fanfiction

Annelies sang pewaris misterius, sengaja menyembunyikan identitasnya saat menikahi Kevin demi membuktikan pada orangtuanya kalau Kevin menikahinya bukan karena hartanya. Namun selama satu tahun pernikahan, tidak satu kalipun Kevin menyentuh Annelies. Selama itu pula mertua beserta adik iparnya tidak hanya menghina dan mencaci-maki Annelies, tapi juga memperlakukan Annelies layaknya seorang pembantu alih-alih menantu keluarga Bramanta. Hingga suatu hari terkuak alasan Kevin tidak mau menyentuh Annelies, semua karena Kevin masih Terikat dengan wanita yang pernah menyelamatkannya dulu. Kevin tidak menyadari kalau wanita itu adalah Annelies, dan justru mengira Julia sebagai penyelamatnya. Tidak hanya membiarkan Julia bersikap semena-mena terhadap Annelies, Kevin juga semakin mengabaikan Annelies. Hingga akhirnya Annelies lelah dan mulai melakukan pembalasan secara kejam namun tetap elegan pada mereka.

Sebuah pesta lajang yang ternyata dipersiapkan untuk menjebaknya, membuat Aliana menghabiskan satu malam yang penuh gairah bersama dengan seorang pria asing, hingga Aliana mengandung anak dari pria asing tersebut. Meski demikian, tidak sekalipun Aliana mencari pria itu untuk meminta pertanggungjawaban darinya, malah cenderung ingin menyembunyikan putranya itu dari ayah kandungnya. Alasannya hanya dua. Pertama, Aliana tidak mau pria itu mengambil hak asuh anaknya. Dan kedua, Aliana tidak mau menikahi pria itu, bahkan pria manapun yang dijodohkan Ayahnya padanya. Sementara itu, Elrick Willem Euginius. CEO dari Rick Group, investor miliarder dan komentator keuangan, yang pandangannya banyak didengar oleh media, politikus dan juga selebriti, yang wajah tampannya sering wara-wiri di berbagai media baik cetak maupun elektronik, harus menekan harga dirinya dengan berpura-pura menjadi asisten pribadi Aliana, demi Bisa mengetahui anak yang wanita itu kandung. Niat yang awalnya ingin mengambil hak asuh putranya dari Aliana, seketika berubah seiring kedekatannya dengan wanita itu. Kepribadian introvert Aliana yang cenderung acuh dan sering mengabaikannya, membuat Elrick yang selama ini sangat digilai wanita menjadi tertarik padanya.

"This is the body donation agreement, Mr. Lewis. Please sign here." Joel Lewis looks at the paper before him. His hand trembles as he grips a pen. The other party can sense his hesitance. They say considerately, "Body donation is a big thing, and it's normal for people to change their minds at the last minute. You can go home and discuss this with your family—" "I've already signed it." Joel smiles bitterly. "Family" is a term that's beyond him. There's no longer any space in his wife's heart for him, after all.

My bride went missing on the night of our big day but woke up in my brother's room the next day. My parents persuaded me to ignore it for the sake of fame but scolded my wife as an easy girl. Angrily, I moved out of the villa with my wife. Soon after, my wife had a miscarriage and suffered from depression due to gossip. She jumped off from the top floor in front of me. Desperately, I followed her. Opening my eyes again, I found myself back to the time when the wedding ended.

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

When the earthquake hit, I found myself buried under the rubble, barely clinging to life. My wife, Meghan Hudson, charges into the collapsing office building without hesitation. However, the person she rescues is Gerald Parker, the new technical specialist at my company. Even as she hurries away with the rescue team, she doesn't spare me a single glance. Severely crushed and bleeding heavily, I'm rushed to the hospital for emergency surgery. Yet, Meghan pours all her care and attention into Gerald, who barely has a scratch on him. In the end, I'm completely disheartened and pull out the divorce papers. Meghan goes berserk and tears them to shreds, thinking I'll give in like I always did. What she doesn't know is that this time, I'm truly exhausted.

Three years ago, my girlfriend suffered severe post-traumatic stress after saving my life. She later had a speech impairment that kept her from speaking normally. To cure her, I take on three jobs a day and survive on only bread and water just to come up with the money for her therapy and speech recovery treatment. I happen to be working part-time as a cocktail party waiter one evening when I see my girlfriend, who supposedly has a speech impairment, standing in a fancy dress and being fawned over by the crowd around her. Everyone is calling her "Ms. Holden" and "the heiress of the Holden family". But how can an orphan like her possibly be an heiress?

On the eve of the National Robotics Championship, I smashed my carefully designed bot to pieces and announced my withdrawal. Everyone said I was a fraud who was quitting out of fear of being exposed. Online, the netizens mocked me relentlessly. Only one person, Adrian Cross, the so-called genius of the century, spoke up in my defense, his voice dripping with false sincerity, "I believe in River Lowell’s skills. Only he deserves to be my opponent. No matter what setbacks he’s facing, I hope he comes back to the arena and proves himself." In my previous life, the robot I built was identical to his. No matter how I tried to prove he had copied me, Adrian stood before the cameras, wearing his benevolent mask, and said, "It’s fine. This robot can go to River. I can always build something even better." His fans swarmed me, tearing me apart online, and no one believed in my talent. I swallowed the humiliation and vowed to rebuild my robot from scratch. However, when I was assembling it, the Power Core in my kit exploded, shattering my skull. That same night, I was rushed into the ICU. Netizens clapped and cheered, saying I got exactly what I deserved. That night, my girlfriend, Lila Hart, signed the hospital’s DNR consent form without hesitation. Until the day I died, I never understood how Adrian had gotten my robot’s data or why Lila had joined forces with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day of the competition.

It was the apocalypse. A zombie apocalypse. We should've been running for our lives, but my girlfriend, Yvonne Brown, refused to. She wanted to buy as much time as she could for her incompetent childhood friend, Yves Claude, to hop into the last helicopter that would take survivors away. But the retreat was our group's only way to survive in this apocalypse. Yves was not showing up anytime soon. I had no choice but to knock her out and drag her into the chopper. And Yves, the one she could never seem to forget, died in the swarm of undead. I, however, survived thanks to what I did. Yvonne and I lived happily in a safe zone. And then that fateful day came. I was going to take over the territory and lead humanity on an attack against the zombies. The night before that decisive strike, Yvonne spiked my water with anesthetics. When I was caught helpless, she tossed me into the horde of zombies. The swarm of undead tore my flesh open, and the pain killed me. Yvonne? She stood on the wall coldly, a sneer decorating her lips. "Yves could've lived, but you took that chance away from him! You selfish monster, you killed Yves! I will make you suffer what he suffered! You'll pay for it with your life!" Death took me, but it tossed me all the way back to the day of the retreat. The day Yvonne adamantly insisted on waiting for Yves. Well, if she was so happy to live through a world like this with her friend, who am I to say no? I would grant her that wish, even if she would end up as zombie food.

As I fought a stray dog for a loaf of moldy bread, distinguished guests arrived at the orphanage. They'd come to find the long-lost heir of a wealthy family. After confirming their choice, they donated $100 million to the orphanage and handed out chocolates to every child. My mouth watered as I reached for a box, but glowing messages flashed before my eyes. [Lawrence, show your locket! They're here to bring you home!] [Don't let that impostor steal your birthright. It's yours!] They revealed the truth: the elegant couple were my biological parents, and the poised girl beside them was my fiancée. Yet I clutched my chocolate and ran, aware of their true purpose: they'd come here just for the fake heir. Even if I revealed my locket, they'd not pay me any attention.