Naruto Trains Himself Seriously Fanfiction

When an emotionally unstable teenager finds himself tumultuously falling in love, with her, the owner of the voice in his head.

(18+ Warning: This novel contains explicit scenes of violence, aristocratic cruelty, sexual content, and themes of blood magic, non-consensual binding, and character trauma.) Sofia Quispe was never meant to be a simple noble. As the supposed pureblood heir to the powerful Abribi Covenant, her fate was sealed in a political Blood Union to three powerful vampire princes: the dominant Zilo Graves, the ruthless Klaus Blackwell, and the ambitious Zack Rivera. This union was meant to secure the throne and unite the kingdom. But during the Ceremony of Binding, the blood doesn't lie. When Sofia fails to Awaken her vampiric gifts, a desperate bloodline test reveals the shattering truth: she is not a pureblood noble, but a disgraced Dhampir—half-human, half-vampire—the product of her deceased mother’s forbidden betrayal. In the rigid aristocracy of the vampire world, Dhampirs are considered abominations, a stain on bloodline purity. Renounced by her enraged father, Lord Quispe, and brutally rejected by the Princes who fear political ruin, Sofia is cast out of the Covenant citadel and into the perilous human world, a day-walker with no power, plagued by the maddening Blood Hunger caused by the trio’s incomplete Blood Mark. Rock bottom forces her into the shadows of the city, where she works at a supernatural bar, fighting to control the erratic power surges of her cursed bond. When a violent attack by feral vampires leaves her vulnerable, she is saved by Phuwin Montague, a powerful, enigmatic Vampire Sovereign from a rival faction. Phuwin sees not a flaw, but a unique political weapon—a Dhampir marked by a Prince. Drawn into his dangerous orbit, Sofia trains with an ex-military vampire hunter, learning to master her hybrid nature and the dark potential of her blood. But the psychic echoes of the incomplete bond still haunt her, pulling her

Alexander was called the devil prince despite being the werewolf King's second child. He was said to have committed some outrageous sins and for years, Alexander lived up to the image. He hated the royal household but considered himself lucky to be the second child and not the heir to the fucked up throne. When his brother, the heir to the throne died and Alexander was forced to become the new heir, he didn’t expect his brother’s betrothed wife to be his mate or his new bride, a girl he couldn't stand. Alexander never wanted a wife and the throne, he never had the hope of finding one, and he hated that he not only became the king but got himself a bride as well. He soon realized that he would have to find out the cause of his brother’s death and find a way to convince himself that he wasn't really a devil prince. With an old acquaintance troubling the kingdom, old secrets are bound to be revealed and Alex will soon find out that he might really be the Alpha King of Demons

"Our time as contract lovers ended. I was no longer his tool. We both went our separate ways, but never did I expect to see Kai Winson, a renowned billionaire, at my work doorstep two weeks later, asking for a second chance." "Name it. Your price, anything if you become mine, no contract, just you." Two weeks later. After Tiffany had moved out of his mansion. Kai finds himself on the next flight to Seattle as his desire for Tiffany grows. However, Tiffany has no plans to get back to him, but Kai is down to do anything for even her attention if that means being a regular customer or her neighbour. Tiffany, on the other hand, is heartbroken and plans to focus on her job, but Kai's presence stirs something within her, as Tiffany gets closer to Kai, her past life hunts her threatening the life of everyone she loves. Extract: He needed to stop before he lost himself completely. His hands fisted in her hair, pulling her away. He leaned in, kissing her deeply before guiding her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "You're driving me insane, Tiffany Halton," he rasped, his forehead pressing against hers. "God, what am I going to do with you?" She gasped, every inch stretching around him, her breath coming in sharp little cries. Kai clenched his jaw, struggling to keep himself in check as he buried himself inside her. Each time he tried, her body responded with a shiver, a breathy moan that drove him wild. Finally, he breached her, sliding deep inside, burying himself to the hilt. They both moaned. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. Kai looked down, mesmerized by the sight of them joined together. The way he disappeared into her over and over.

Damon’s voice echoed before the entire pack. “I reject this union. The Moon Goddess does not bless a broken Luna.” That was the moment I lost everything. Born under the blood moon, I was never meant to be ordinary. They called me cursed. Weak. Unworthy. My mate rejected me. My pack cast me out. I left with nothing but my name… and the shame they gave me. Until I found the cave. And her. Eira — a lone wolf with secrets no one dares to speak of. She didn’t see weakness in me. She saw something dangerous. Under her guidance, I changed. I became stronger. Colder. Unrecognizable. Then I crossed into his territory. Roshan. The Beta who watches too closely. The man who keeps his distance… yet never truly lets me go. He trains me. Pushes me. Breaks me… only to rebuild me again. And the way he looks at me.. like I’m something he shouldn’t want. is far more dangerous than any enemy. But just when I begin to find my place… my past comes back. War is coming. The same pack that abandoned me now wants me back. To fight for them. To stand as their Luna. To return to the mate who once shattered me. But I’m not the girl they rejected anymore. And this time— I’m not the only one watching. Because Roshan isn’t letting me go without a fight. So the real question is— When the broken Luna returns… who will she choose? The Alpha who rejected her… or the man who was never supposed to want her?

Skylar Lindse finds herself contending with more than was in the job description when she accepted the temp position at Banscroft Empires after it's CEO, James Banscroft himself, offers her an exceptional bonus on top of her temp wage to stand in as his girlfriend to get his family off his back. Fending off his mother's setups at every turn, James hopes bringing Skylar in will put a more long-term stop to the awful blind dates, but he finds himself unprepared for how permanent he'd like this temp to be.

Synopsis: An arrogant CEO finds himself chasing his resigning collateral secretary and discovering his dark past. The pompous-ass young master, Connor Cater Vozinelik, is a versatile billionaire; who was shattered by a tremendous heartbreak from his brother’s boyfriend. His collateral secretary Paul Victoria is now resigning from sacrificing himself for the guilt he felt towards his friend. One night, he stumbled with his ex-sugar daddy, who is avenging from his swindle doings before. Paul’s is in trouble of losing his dignity and career from the threat of the notorious drug lord, Davon Davidson. However, there is only one way of rescuing himself from the burden, and it’s to sign the collateral husband’s contract. Paul Victoria falls from his billionaire’s trap. As day counts, both of them are slowly learning each other’s way and profound dark secrets. Will it give way for Connor to heal in the presence of Paul, or Connor would fall for another ache of heartbreak?

Enter Lukas Apostol - A disgruntled veteran of the Moro rebellion and a war hero of the Battle of Camp Abubakar in the mid-2000's, now a member of the secretive infamous paranormal combat unit, the 666th Infantry "Tagapuksa" Battalion.When a new threat emerged and endangered the archipelago, Lukas found himself in a two-way battle both against the supernatural and his own inner demons caused by the previous wars he fought in. Realizing the nature of the threat, he steeled himself in his resolve to continue fighting on.Will he able to save his nation or will his own demons kill him first?

My husband, Gabriel Buckner, and I had been married for three years. I'd gotten pregnant twice, but I'd lost both babies. It was all because of my in-laws' parrot that could talk. The first time I got pregnant and went to their house, the parrot stared at my belly and kept repeating, "Get rid of the baby! Get rid of the baby!" The second time, the same thing happened. It looked right at my stomach and said the same words. I thought it was just nonsense, but to my shock, my in-laws actually took the parrot seriously and forced me to end the pregnancy. I even showed them the prenatal checkup report from my doctor to prove that the baby was perfectly healthy and begged them not to do it. But they dragged me to the hospital anyway and made me have an abortion on the spot. When I got pregnant a third time, I wanted to be extra cautious. I went straight for an amniocentesis. The report confirmed the baby was healthy and even showed a 99.9% DNA match with Gabriel's. I thought everything would be fine this time. But as soon as the parrot saw me again, it repeated the same words—"Get rid of the baby." And just like before, the Buckners immediately tried to drag me to the hospital. I couldn't understand it. The baby was perfectly healthy, and the DNA report proved it was Gabriel's child. So why would they rather believe a parrot and insist that I get rid of the baby?

My mother-in-law, Kylie McGowan, told me that she wanted to experience the life of the younger crowd, so I took her to my husband Jerome Callen's newly opened upscale bar for a quiet drink. I had just ordered her a signature cocktail when a woman from the booth across the aisle sauntered over, wine glass in hand. Her eyes flicked over the menu on our table, and she laughed mockingly. "Seriously? You ordered the cheapest drink on the menu? Did you bring this old lady here just to enjoy the free AC? People like you should stay in the gutter. This place isn't meant for penniless people!" I rose to my feet, holding back my temper. "We're paying for our drinks here. What does our drink choice have to do with you?" But she suddenly snapped, grabbed a half-finished beer bottle off a nearby table, and swung it at my head. "My husband's the owner of this bar! I could smash your skull in and still afford the damages! Get out, you pauper! Don't be an eyesore here!" I wiped the liquor off my face as my entire body shook with anger. Then I turned away, started my livestream, and spoke directly to my followers. "Look here, everyone! I'm going live to catch a cheater. Let's go explore my husband's other home."