Naruto Takes Over Root Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Zaitelle is an orphan of the Axis Clan. She has a best friend named, Kester Quiner who's soon to be an Alpha of the next generations. As she loved her best friend in secret, Waver Ross came to the scene and tries to steal Zaitelle's heart in the process. Being in that situation, a girl came into Kester's life that she doesn't expect to happen. Will she fight her feelings for years for her best friend or give way to her newly found friend? Let's help Zaitelle in coming up with a decision that will decide her future, shall we?

After living under the same roof with his in-laws for four devastating years, Zayn Larson finally realized who it was that made all his sacrifices worthwhile. One day he would return the top, and none would stand in his way. It was all because he had his true love who wanted to lay in his arms beneath the sparkling sky.

The mistakes he made in the past, caused a grudge. Which is where a grudge, dominates a game. In the game there are always puzzles, so that anyone will be obsessed with ending this game. __________________ "I managed to find you again ... You will always be with me forever! " "You took me in this game! So, never regret ... If someday, you will lose me for the umpteenth time! " __________________ What games are being played in this story? Will a grudge end this game? Who will be the winner in this game? Behind Game Over, it is filled with mystery! Love, Betrayal and Regret will complete this game.

The Moretti Family raised a stable of orphans to be its next heir. I was one of them. But in every test, I always came out second best. Lucia always came out on top. Then, just before the bid that would decide the heir, I was bound to a Switching System. Comments scrolled past my eyes: [Oh, it's over. The villainess has always been jealous of the main character, Lucia, for getting first place. She’s definitely using the system to swap their proposals!] [Good thing Lucia can hear Olivia’s conversation with the system. She’s already planning to hand in a blank sheet of paper.] [So what if the villainess schemes all she wants? All she’ll get is a blank page! In the end, Lucia will inherit the Moretti Family and become the new Don! So satisfying!] Just then, the system prompted: [Please designate your switch target.] Without a second's hesitation, I thought, "Lucia." The moment I did, I saw Lucia shoot me a strange, triumphant look. I knew then. She'd heard everything. But she had no idea. I wasn't swapping her proposal. I was taking what was most precious to her.

"At a time when I needed you most, you ended our relationship. You claimed that I wasn't the one you loved, called me a whore, and said that I wasn't your type from the start. So what do you expect me to do?" "Beg!" Michael responded immediately. "I anticipate that you will plead for mercy." "You don't deserve my plea, Michael. You're not worth my tears..." She was about to say more when Michael forcefully kissed her, making it difficult for her to breathe. "Is that why you sold yourself to Kelvin?" He inquired after releasing her lips. Nora wiped her lips with her knotted hands. She looked at him fearlessly and replied, "Who I sell myself to is none of your concern. As the whore you called me, you shouldn't be keeping track of how many men I sleep with." Her response enraged Michael, and he pushed her and raped her, only to discover that she was still a virgin. If he begs for a second chance, will Nora ever forgive him?

He was a psychologist. One day, a new patient walked into his office. His name was Aiden-young, handsome-and he claimed to suffer from "obsessive-compulsive disorder." "What kind of obsession?" he asked calmly. "I can't stop myself from stalking someone," Aiden said. "Watching everything about him. Wanting to know all his secrets." "And who is this person?" Aiden lifted his head and met his gaze without blinking. "You." He froze. "I saw you once at a café three months ago," Aiden went on, as casually as if he were talking about the weather. "You ordered an Americano. Two packets of sugar. From that day on, I started following you. I know you wake up at 6:30 every morning. You like whole-grain toast with fried eggs. I know your ex-girlfriend's name is Leah. You broke up three months ago because she cheated." His hands began to tremble. "You need treatment-" "I know," Aiden said with a smile. "That's why I'm here. So, Doctor... how are you going to treat me?" A few weeks later, he realized someone had been in his apartment. Things were slightly out of place, yet nothing was missing. At the next session, Aiden said calmly, "Your bed is very comfortable. I lay on it for a while last night." "You broke into my home?" "Not broke in," Aiden corrected gently. "By the way-those black underwear you changed into last night? I really liked them." *** Aiden, a young man presents himself as a patient to a psychologist doctor for treatment against his obsessive compulsion disorder. He claims has an obsession to stalking someone. Then, he reveals this person is Darrel. Aiden been stalking/observing Darrel for the past six months and now that he has made Darrel aware of his presence, Aiden doesn't intend to just stop there.

My adopted sister won the Elixir Challenge by stealing my potion. To her shock, she was informed that the event was a selection event for the future wife of the Serpentkins' future head—the same heir who was infamously impotent, barbaric, and hideous. When the Serpentkins sent over a proposal letter, demanding her hand in marriage, my fiance panicked and promptly took my adopted sister away for a quick marriage and even consummated. Once the deed was done, she returned triumphantly, showing off the mark on her lower back. "Well, what are you going to do now, Winnie?" she gloated. "Your fiance is mine now, and you'll be twenty-five in three days. If no one comes to pick you up, you'll just be dumped into the hands of some wife-beating Rogue who is ageing and unwanted…" Actually, she was wrong—I had a choice. I went to the parlor where my parents—who were busy fixing the mess my adopted sister made—were, announcing, "If she refuses to marry the future head of the Serpentkins, I will!"

My son, Kaden Watt, shouted at me menacingly, “I don’t have to pretend anymore! I bet you didn’t know that I could hear your conversations with the System. I never once thought of you as my father. Every bit of it was an act. A man that desperate makes me sick.” My wife, Silvia Watt, walked in with her true love, her affectionate eyes reflecting hostility. “If it weren’t for fear of the System punishing Simon Bartone, I would’ve filed for divorce a long time ago. My son doesn’t deserve a spineless man for a father. Watch yourself, or I’ll come after you.” The trio stood there, as if they had their perfect ending. I curled my lips. Well, who was to say that I wasn’t acting too? A player in a game could never fall in love with NPCs.

A senseless tragedy struck Alanis Roswell, wiping out her greatest dream: having a family. Alanis will never know how it feels to hold her own baby. So, her career became her main focus, giving it her all. Everything went well until she met Brody McLean. He was so charming, so easy to fall in love with. But when he told her about his dream of becoming a father, Lanie decided to push him away. Brody McLean was gorgeous, rich, successful. But he wanted to find the right woman and start a family. Was Alanis Roswell the woman he was looking for?

Ten years after I accidentally crossed into the modern world, the system finally detected the glitch that was me. It was ready to send me back to the era I belonged to, but it gave me three days to say goodbye. On the first day, Corinne Whitford asked me to step aside so her childhood sweetheart could take my place at the altar. I did not cry or make a scene. I just smiled, slipped off my ring and handed it back to her. On the second day, she brought him home. She told me she was giving him a home. I did not argue, just stepped aside and let it happen. On the third day, she wanted to take him on a honeymoon to Wyndmere, the one place I had always dreamed of going. I helped her arrange everything, gentle as ever. When she stepped onto the train bound for Wyndmere, I turned and walked toward the road that would take me home. This ten-year dream had run its course. It was time to wake up.