Naruto Perfect Cell Fanfiction Novels & Stories

For this reason,they couldn't afford to enlarge the dungeon. Also making it possible for two people to be inside a cell. But this electrical cell was the only available one.Mateo felt that if Aiden tries to do anything stupid the electricity would weaken him time and time again. Although,Aiden might prove stubborn and try to adapt to the cell it would take quite a while before that happens. Aiden rolled on the floor with pains and deep groans emanating from him. He was hearing someone calling out to him but he was too weak to even face back.

My K’s my mistakes. Rebecca and Mary made perfect matches, second and third most powerful packs. Perfection! Love those girls. My poor Anna, my girl deserves better than she got. If she can’t be Lady Luna, then maybe her son can be Alpha Lord. Zander will be the strongest, born from the mate bond, but Zane has potential born of two Alpha Bloods. Maybe, just maybe. Only time will tell. For now I sit in this dark cell without my magic, waiting for my execution.

“You don't have to do it if you don't want to. You don't have to prove anything to her. At all. If you want, we can leave right now.” “Yeah.” Samantha sneered. “Run along with your tail in between your legs because you're such a pathetic loser who can't do a single thing for herself and she depends on…” “Let me in.” I cut her off. “I want to go in.” Kieran gave me one last glance before he finally pressed a button against the wall that controlled the cells. A low whirring sound filled my ears, and before long, the iron bars slowly shifted to the side. As I watched it open, a small part of me couldn't help but feel like Samantha was going to jump out and try something stupid.

I want to call out to chase but I can not move nor talk just like that everything goes black. I awake in a cell it smells musky and the air stagnant the bed is a well made bed with sheets and doonas not the standard cell beds in our pack. I look around my cell to find it to be very comfortable for a cell on a wall bracket is a tv a book case to one side of the room and a compact shower and toilet. This place looks like our unground bunkers back at the midnight crescent pack just equipped with rows upon rows of cells what is this place? I hear groaning coming from the cell directly in front of me I fall to my knees and start to cry at the sight. Chase has silver handcuffs suspending him from

His muffled screams filled the cell. I fed him spoonfuls upon spoonfuls until his tongue was charred and burned out. My phone rang, it was Azariel. “As much as I would like to spend more time with you, I have you leave.” I sighed, patting his shoulders before leaving the cell.

I said, my voice defiant, “Orion will find me. And he’ll kill you first.” “We’ll see," he replied, smiling. He turned and stalked away. I tightened my arms around Kira and took a deep breath. My body felt weak, my power nearly gone. Then he came back to the cell, this time with food. He opened the prison door and tossed it inside, locking the iron door back. Then his phone started ringing in his pocket. He took a few steps away from the cell and answered the call. Even with the mistletoe in my system, I could still hear his conversations.

I collapsed onto my bed and started scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself from the strange feeling in my chest. Suddenly, a post from one of Preston's buddies caught my eye. The caption read, "Congrats to Preston for getting into Murlowton U! First-choice admission secured!" The photo was the usual—Preston sitting in the middle of the group, looking every bit the star of the show. The only thing that changed was the person beside him. It used to be me, but now, it was Nicole. She was sitting there with her head lowered shyly. I didn't feel anything. It was like a shattered mirror—once it was broken, you could only throw it away. There was no way to piece it back together.

There will always be a room in the Grant residence waiting for you. Mason and I both rolled our eyes and complained to each other, "What a waste of such good-looking faces." "How is a wife with zero emotional value any different from a deadweight?" "We're loaded, and we don't have kids. Nothing else matters as long as the two of us lead good lives here." "Agreed." So the two of us took off together in a limited-edition sports car and disappeared for the whole afternoon. We finally came back carrying the newest game console, as happy as larks.

I’d want him forever, and maybe I might get obsessed at some point, but loving him would mean betraying my very existence. A battle between two clans for years, charged to brandish their pack members and raise them into the flames to confuse the opposition and strike them back. I had already abandoned my mission, cut off my cell’s connection from the pack, and reset it as a new one. I didn’t really need it for any communication cause I had no one to communicate with except Ryu, who definitely didn’t know how to use a cell. “So here you are.” The stinging voice that attacked my ears at every corner returned, my eyes darting as I searched for an escape route.

The doppelgängers wake. They're not mimics. They're *upgrades*. --- **The Perfections** The Kelly clone moves first, her static a controlled storm, her eyes glowing with the Arbor Prime's green light. "You're flawed. Let us fix you." The Hunter clone phases through solid matter, his roots razor-sharp. "You'll thank us later." The Kael clone aims a rifle forged from pure entropy. "Stand still. This'll sting." Veyra and I retreat, but the garden shifts, walls of thorns cutting off escape. The Custodian watches, bored. "This is why we use clean templates. Organics are so... *messy*."