Naruto Trains Himself Seriously After Wave Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My world is spiraling out of control over the horrifying reality that my marriage was a ticking time bomb, and I had no way of defusing it. I can't believe this is happening. I should have left when I realized my husband, Blake Crenshaw, wasn't going to change. I stayed for seven years as his devoted wife, taking care of his father and his twin brother, Jake. I really loved my husband, and I didn't realize he would only get worse. My name is Treasure Delgado; the night I found out my husband had cheated; I had put up with enough. I wasn't going to be his second best. I stood my ground, and I asked for a divorce. You would think that it should end it all between us. But I had no idea how the word 'divorce' would trigger Blake or what was going to happen to me next! Amid a scandalous secret love affair and a volatile breakup, my opportunity emerges to get my revenge and discover love. I wouldn't just play the victim; I was going to win and change the game. Come and witness how I plan to rise from the ashes after my divorce.

I'm invited to a wedding thrown by the wealthy Gardners on Labor's Day. But the groom, Daniel Pearce, treats me like an imaginary love rival just because I've complimented the bride, Isabelle Gardner, on her looks. He publicly mocks me for wearing fake brands just to satisfy my vanity and calls me a beggar who's here for free food. On top of that, he also strongly hints that I intend to steal Isabelle from him because I prefer younger women. To make things worse, Daniel even ignores my warnings and commands the groomsmen to corner me in the washroom, where he breaks one of my ribs by force. "Who the hell do you think you are for seducing my wife? Boys, stuff everything you can find in the trash can into his mouth! Let's see if he still can go on yapping with this rotten mouth of his!" The pain and agony is far too much for me to handle. I almost pass out several times in-between the torments. But what Daniel doesn't know is that I'm the Gardners' financial backer when it comes to their business!

Jems Dawson thought she had a normal life until a powerful mafia boss set his sights on the empire her great-grandparents had built. To force her family into surrendering everything, Don Emilio makes Jems his target, since she is the only child of Richard and Emily Dawson. Assigned a mysterious bodyguard for her protection, Jems is unaware that he is more connected to her than anyone could ever imagine. What Jems doesn’t know is that the danger surrounding her is only the beginning. As secrets buried deep within her father’s past begin to surface, everything she thought she knew about her family starts to unravel. Amidst the chaos, she finds herself drawn to the hottest boy in Lincoln High School, the one she hates the most, Ethan Raynolds, who is known for being cold-hearted. He helps her during her darkest moments, showing her a side of himself she never knew existed. Will she embrace this newfound love, or hold on to the enmity she’s always had toward him?

My name is Elena, and I died at twenty-two. My parents forced me to take my foster sister’s place and traded me for a territorial alliance. My mate was the most volatile heir of the wolf packs. Beaten bloody and fading fast, I made my eighth call for help. At my adopted sister Seraphina’s birthday party, she played the recording of my final, groveling plea—and laughed. My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel.

The moment Ava saw the word "DIVORCE" printed in bold letters, her stomach twisted into a painful knot. For a second, her brain refused to process it. "You... you're joking," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper, her throat dry like sandpaper. "I'm not."

The enemies of my adopted sister's parents mistook me for her and kidnapped me. Before the rogues killed me, they gave me three phone calls for help. If anyone was willing to give me three hundred dollars, I could live. For the first call, I dialed my father. Father didn't listen to a word I said. He immediately unleashed a torrent of curses. "Where the hell are you? Get your ass back home right now for your sister's birthday!" For the second call, I dialed my brother. My brother listened silently to my plea for help, then hung up with a cold snort. "You're never around when the pack needs you. Who's going to fall for this act now?" For the third call, I dialed my fiancé. He didn't even answer. When I called again, I'd been blocked. The rogue wolf laughed at me. "Looks like being the eldest daughter of the Ashwood family doesn't mean much, does it?" After he tortured me to death, he stuffed my body into a suitcase and threw it in the river.

Isabella Reyes thought she knew the man she married. Gabriel Thorne wasn’t just her childhood best friend—he was her husband, her forever, the billionaire who once swore she was his whole world. But after five years of lonely nights and his cold indifference, Isabella walked away. The divorce was her freedom. For Gabriel, it was just another contract signed with ruthless detachment. He thought he could live without her. He was wrong. Months later, fate drags them back together when Isabella inherits a vineyard his empire needs. The wife he let go too easily has returned stronger, fiercer—and far more tempting than he remembers. Now every clash, every deal, every stolen glance reignites the fire they once shared. Gabriel is ready to risk everything to win her back. But Isabella carries a secret that could shatter them both—one she’s guarded since the day she left. This time, he’s not just fighting for the woman he lost. He’s fighting for the family he never knew he had.

During a train ride, I happen to notice an intimidating-looking man staring at his phone while seated next to me. Surprisingly enough, an R-rated scene is playing out on his screen. Out of the kindness of my heart, I remind the man not to watch such things in a public setting. Without raising his head, he replies coldly, "This is the security footage of my home." Feeling very awkward, I quickly apologize to him. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know that. I'm really sorry." Just as I'm about to say something else, the male protagonist of the footage suddenly raises his head. At that moment, I feel my blood going cold in my veins. After all, he's Reynolds Mitchell, the fiance with whom I'm supposed to partake in a mating ceremony next month.

As I head to see my boyfriend, Howard Schultz, who is working late, I get into a car accident. I call him dozens of times for help, but he doesn't answer a single one. Staring at his brightly lit office building not far away, I sink into despair. When I wake up in the hospital, I see a post from his subordinate. It's a picture showing the reflection of the two of them in the glass door, standing far closer than they should, with the caption, "What do I do when my boss is scolding me late at night?" Unwilling to believe it, I call him again. This time, he finally answers. My voice trembles. "Howard, I got into a car accident…" "Celine, I'm still working. I'll send my assistant to take care of it, okay? Be good. I'll see you after I come back from my business trip." I try to say more, but his angry shout suddenly cuts through the line. "Crystal Jennings! You're only allowed to bring one suitcase for this trip. Why do you have three? Do you think we're going on vacation?" Crystal Jennings—the new intern Howard just hired. I stare at the disconnected call, tears drying on my cheeks. I then call my parents instead. "I agree to the engagement you arranged."

I had been Silas Sterling's mate for seven years. We decided to get tattoos of each other's names. This was a Binding Tattoo that represented eternal love in the Moonstone Wolf pack. It had the power to bind mates eternally. When I got the tattoo, I realized the malicious words 'Public Male Amenity' had been tattooed on my chest. It chilled me to the bone. My adopted sister, Greta Pound, was the one who tattooed me. She covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't you always enjoy attracting the attention of all the male werewolves by dressing so skimpily in the pack, Freya? I'm just helping you to publicize this." Greta was a female werewolf I had saved. Why was she treating me this way when I treated her like my sister? I grabbed her hair angrily, but Silas pushed me violently to the side as he pulled Greta protectively into his arms. He frowned as he berated me unhappily, "Greta was just joking with you. Why are you so mad about it?" I stared at his bare chest where my name should be tattooed. However, the name 'Greta' was there instead. She looked up at me from Silas' arms and smiled innocently yet tauntingly at me. "Silas said our names rhymed, Freya, so I played a joke by tattooing my name on him. You aren't mad about this, are you?"