Naruto Prodigy Fanfiction

Si Sabria Antonella Sienna ay lumaki sa isang mayaman at magarbong pamilya. She's the heiress of their family who owns the biggest shipping lines and logistics business in the country. Pero dahil sa problema sa negosyo ay kinailangan niyang isuko at talikuran ang lahat ng kaniyang mga ari-arian, kabilang na ang lalaking pinangakuan niya ng kasal. Meanwhile, Magnus Laurent Del Rio is a quarter Italian business magnate who owns a world reknown tech company, multiple chains of hotels and restaurants, as well as numerous businesses in the industries of cosmetics, food manufacturing, furniture manufacturing, airlines, and construction. He is a business prodigy and a young STEM genius that at age 18, he already had the highest net worth ever recorded in the Philippines, making him the youngest billionaire in the country. But apart from all of those successes, he only desired that one special thing that he believed to complete his bustling life — that is, a marriage with Bria. Kaya naman, nang hindi matuloy ang kasal nila ay para siyang pinagbagsakan ng langit at lupa. Still, so many questions remain unanswered. Why did Bria not ask for help when she faced bankruptcy? Why was it so easy for her to break up with him knowing that he can willingly offer his help? Why did she choose to break his heart? Didn't she love him enough to stay? Ang mga tanong na ito ang balak iwasan ni Bria habang nagtatrabaho siya sa mansyon ng mga Del Rio bilang isang maid habang ang mga tanong naman na ito ang balak bigyang-kasagutan ni Magnus. In the midst of their confusion and angst against one another, could really a spark of lust and desire for answers bring back their love that had been cut short 10 years ago?

*Smut After her mate's brutal rejection, healing prodigy Sandra surrenders to a dangerously seductive stranger in a dark alley, only to discover he's her uncle Marcus. Trapped by blackmail in his isolated house, forbidden desire ignites between lessons. But Marcus harbors a deadly secret about her father's death. ----------------- “Fuck, Sandra,” he growled, thumb brushing over my nipple through the fabric until it stiffened, aching. “Vanessa’s right upstairs. If she hears us—” “I don’t care,” I panted, rocking up against him, chasing that thick pressure. “Make me forget today. Just tonight. Please.” I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more. He tugged me closer, one hand fisting in my hair, the other splayed low on my back, pressing me against him. Heat flared low in my belly, spreading fast. I shifted, trying to ease the ache between my thighs, and he groaned against my lips, grip tightening. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth; I opened for him instantly, meeting him stroke for stroke until we were both breathing hard. He tilted my head back, lips moving down my throat, teeth grazing the frantic beat of my pulse. I gasped, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders. “We should stop,” he rasped against my skin, but his hand was already pushing under my thin tank top, calloused palm gliding up my ribs. “We should,” I agreed breathlessly, then dragged his mouth back to mine, kissing him deeper, hungrier.

On the seventh year after we moved overseas, my 13-year-old daughter, Anna Jackman, is hailed as the internationally renowned piano prodigy. No matter how difficult the song is, Anna is capable of weaving beautiful melodies with it. But there's only one song that Anna refuses to play. It's a seemingly ordinary lullaby. She's worried that she might end up forgiving that despicable man again once she plays it on the piano. So, when said man, Micah Jackman, turns up on our doorstep with a piano that's handcrafted by a master craftsman and asks Anna to play him the lullaby, she just shakes her head calmly in return. "I don't know how to play that song, sir." Micah's eyes redden immediately. He grabs Anna's hand and navigates it to the piano keys. "That's impossible! Aren't you a piano prodigy, Anna? Haven't you always wanted to have a piano of your own? I've already bought you your own piano this time! From now on, if you have any wishes, you should tell me, and I'll grant them for you." Anna draws back her right hand coldly. "It's fine, sir. I can earn my own money to buy my own piano. You should take the piano back to your daughter." Micah feels as though his heart has plunged into the abyss. He immediately pulls Anna into his arms. "What are you talking about, Anna? You're my only daughter!" But Anna looks a little puzzled. "Didn't you say that Ms. Sinclair's daughter is the only one worthy of becoming your child? Didn't you give the piano you promised for me to Ms. Sinclair's daughter?" Having reached that point, Anna just smiles nonchalantly at Micah. "It's fine, sir. Since you like Ms. Sinclair, you can just raise her daughter. I'm already content enough with Mom by my side."