Romans & histoires Naruto Son Of Rhea Fanfiction

My hands roamed higher, pressing softly against her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress, feeling their weight and softness, thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow circles. We stayed like that for a long moment, kissing, touching, breathing each other in. No rush. No games. Just us under the crimson moon and the sound of the waves. Eventually, Rhea broke the kiss with a breathless smile, her forehead resting against mine. “Imagine if your dad just pulled up here right now,” she whispered, amused. “And saw this is what his son is doing with the guard he appointed for him.” I laughed softly, the sound rumbling in my chest as I kept my hands on her waist.

He knew she believed that if she held on some more, he would dump her like her own parents had done in the past. But he was Adam Devin Crighton, son of Jacob Bruce Crighton and the grandson of the great Devin Richard Crighton. The Crightons did not give up easily on their loved ones just like that. And when they loved it was a forever kind of love. The one which last a lifetime and beyond. And he was certain that the reason why Rhea was rejecting him was not because she did not love him back. Or maybe she did not yet. But she would. He was sure of that. If only she let go of her shell which she had built around her heart since so long.

I gathered my courage to speak. "My...my name is Ni...Nikita..." I said, noticing how squeaky my voice sounded. "I was born in the year 1994." As soon as I said that, a chorus of murmurs erupted around the hall. "A child born in the future," the Oracle said. "A savior from the gate between worlds." He waved his hand over the mound of white sand, which started twirling upward like a mini-whirlwind. It danced around for a minute before collapsing back. The sand rolled about, forming weird symbols over the board.

Rhea POV "You must be joking, right? You do not actually expect me to do just as you wish with me. How could you say that? I have to bear you an heir? All of you? No, that is not possible. What do you think I am? An incubating machine that can just produce for you when you want or like? No, you can't do that to me. I'm here to pay off debts, not become someone who just delivers heirs for you guys. No, I can't do that. Even if I accept everything that you guys are saying, even if I know it is crazy, this is one thing that I am not going to do. What do you think I am? What do you want me to do? I accepted to stay here and pay Alaric's debt, and now you expect me to start bearing heirs for you?

“I would not allow you speak evil about my father. Now to more important subjects, what have you got with this ‘Steve.’ “Steve,” Rhea sighed. “He was my human boyfriend when I was younger. My father found out about our relationship and was unhappy that I was seeing a human so he tricked me into believing he was going out for a week. He went to Steve’s apartment and killed him. He buried his dead body at St. Jacques.” “And you’re here digging up his body?” Jimin frowned. “Why?” “Apparently, he has some powers that could help us,” Rhea replied. “That’s what we’re trying to unlock.”

Rory said standing up from the chair, Rhea had no intentions of talking to Jason as she was still very much mad at him, though it had been a week since he returned from his long travel and he had been trying to get on her good side since. "Why, he is the father of your child and Nate is not around," Rory reasoned, Rhea was about to refute her when a strong contraction wracked through her being and she let out a scream. Rory started screaming for her driver and looking for the delivery bag as fast as she could with her own pregnant belly. Rhea couldn't believe she was actually going to have a child in a matter of hours, that she was going to push a whole human out of her vagina. I am not read

The knot in my stomach tightened. “Sage must be given a proper position,” Elder Merek said, his voice hard. “She is carrying your heir. She cannot be treated as… as some forgotten mistake. She is the mother of the future Alpha.” “I’m already married,” I said, my voice rising despite my efforts to stay calm. “I have a Luna. Liora is my wife.” “We’re not asking you to divorce your wife,” another elder said, though his tone suggested he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. “But you must take responsibility for your actions.”

•NARRA• “Oh, Judith. Thank you for calling to check on me. The death of my dearest Aneira has been so heavy on my heart. My life has no meaning anymore, and as if the world couldn’t be cruel enough, they took my only daughter, Narra, and married her off to that beastly man, Rafael Sterling.” My mother sobbed over the phone, and I rolled my eyes as I sat beside her on the couch.

Light bled up my arm from the broken seal, the same impossible silver-white that had flooded Luca's veins, and in the dark glass of the window I saw my own eyes go full silver, edge to edge, exactly like my son's. "Mama," Luca breathed, staring up at me. "Mama, you're shining." "How long," said a voice from the doorway, "I have waited to see exactly that." Cyrus Voss stood in the broken doorway of my son's nursery — immaculate, unhurried, not a hair disturbed by the slaughter he'd sent. Smiling like a man who, after twenty-four patient years, had finally gotten precisely what he came for.

She could leave…actually leave Mooncrest, the whispers, the pity and Lucas Blackwood For the first time since the rejection, Maya allowed herself to believe that another future might exist beyond the pain.