Naruto With Metal Arm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You can reject me all you want, Destiny… but I will never let you go.” Those were the words that turned my rejection into a prison sentence. I gave my heart, my loyalty, and my life to Alpha Coren Silver. I stood by him through war, prayed for his return, and waited for the mate I loved to come home. But when he finally did, he came back with another woman on his arm… and his child in her womb. When I finally found the strength to reject him, he didn’t accept it. But Destiny, my name and my truth, does not bow easily. No matter what chains he places on me, I’ve promised myself one thing: I will reclaim my life… even if the Alpha who owns my heart and body won’t let me go until I remember exactly who I belong to.

"What is your name?" "Again, sir, that is no concern of yours". "A mystery", he said. "I shall have to call you Delicia. May I put on your shoe for you?" She gave a start, her cheeks flamed. "No!" she said chokingly. "You may do nothing for me except drive on!" "Why, that is easily done!" he replied, and bent, and before she had time to realize his purpose, lifted her up in his arms, and walked off with her to his curricle. Miss Tellaro ought to have screamed, or fainted. She was too surprised to do either, but as soon as she had recovered from her astonishment at being picked up in that easy way - as though she had been a featherweight, which she knew she was not - she dealt her captor one resounding slap, with the full force of her arm behind it. He winced a little, but his arms did not slacken their hold, rather they tightened slightly.

After seven years of secretly dating Ross Stockdale, I found a proposal folder hidden in his study. Inside were a seaside dinner plan, a fireworks schedule, and a handwritten vow card. I nearly cried from happiness. I thought Ross was finally going to bring me into the open and give me a home. But on our seventh anniversary, I saw a short video posted by Samora Leone. In the video, the Leone family’s private marina was lit like daylight. Fireworks burst over the water while Samora stood before the family representatives with her arm linked through Ross’s. The caption read: Thank you for loving me all these years. I said yes. The man in the video was Ross. His hand rested on Samora’s waist, and on his finger was the matching silver ring I had designed for him years ago. Everyone believed Samora was the long-lost daughter of the Leone family. They were wrong. The real Leone heir was me.

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.

After I was reborn, when Blake's childhood sweetheart Catherine cut a lock of my hair during a party dare — again — I didn't do what I did in my past life. I didn't shear off all her hair in front of everyone and turn her into a bald wolf. I didn't lose control and storm into the Council of Elders when Blake defended her, threatening to sever our mate bond. Instead, I calmly removed the Luna's crown from my head and placed it on Catherine's. "The crown's hers now. Have fun with her." I put on my coat and walked out of the estate without looking back. It wasn't that I wanted to bow to Catherine. But in my past life, after I severed the bond with Blake, things went horribly wrong. He threw me into a cell made of pure silver, like I was some irredeemable criminal, and left me there while the metal scorched my skin day and night. When I finally escaped, I was poisoned by a witch from a rival pack. Dying from the pain, I abandoned every shred of my dignity and crawled to the doors of the Temple of the Moon Goddess, begging him to let the witch give me the antidote. He was kissing Catherine. He didn't even tell his guards to let me in. I died from the poison — one day before my father, the Alpha King, came to find me. I refused to meet that fate again. So I was done with Blake.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

“You’ll be my only Luna, and this ring is proof of my vow to you. Alpha Rexton swore those words to his pregnant mate, Seraphina. He promised her a crown and his unending affection. But ten months later, he returned from the border wars with a foreign woman on his arm—a woman expecting his son and heir. ********** For nineteen-year-old Seraphina Ashford, the adopted and unwanted daughter of the Beta family, marrying Alpha Rexton was her escape route from hell. But when he humiliated her publicly, betrayed her, and stripped her of whatever was left of her honor, she had no choice but to create her own path. A path that led to a discovery of not just true family, but also identity and a kind of love she never knew existed. What choices will Seraphina make when Alpha Rexton realizes his mistake and wants her back? Will she return to be his Luna or become a Queen with her newfound lover? Find out in the pages of this book.

For eight years Felicia was in love with Max Hawthorne the kind of love that leads to excessive effort and insufficient demands. The closest she ever came to being selected was when she became his assistant. Then an error turned into a marriage, and she became the antagonist due to her pregnancy. It was said that she orchestrated it. Max didn't dispute it. While his mistress made sure she felt insignificant, he didn't even glance at her. Felicia then departed. After giving birth, she left the divorce papers there and turned to go. After five years, she is back at the top, successful, and untouchable. Max now demands her attention as if he has always been entitled to it. He discovers her grinning and announcing her engagement while perched on the arm of another man. With fear in his eyes, Max intervenes and presses her up against the wall. "Felicia," he murmurs. "Return to me. We're still together."

Amy Kenny’s grip tightens, his fingers pressing into my skin just enough to remind me who’s in charge now. The warning in his eyes sends a rush of heat straight between my thighs, a dark promise wrapped in restraint. Before I can even think, he moves. With a sharp tug, he flips me onto my stomach, his strength, effortless. A gasp slips from my lips as my cheek meets the cool satin sheets. My heart races in my ears as he pins me down, his body a solid, unyielding weight pressing against mine. I hardly get a moment to catch my breath before I feel Lestat’s hands on me—rough yet precise, pulling my wrists behind my back. The sharp click of metal breaks the tense silence as the handcuffs snap around my wrists. Kenny’s breath is hot against my ear, his voice a low growl. "Lets see if this is really what you wanted." I thought I had them where I wanted. Scratch that—they definitely had me. This collection contains highly explicit content, heavy power dynamics, age gaps, and exhibitionist themes intended for mature audiences only. Read when you're alone. Some desires aren't meant to be tamed, they demand to be seen, surrendered to, and pushed to the absolute edge. This scorching collection of short stories pulls back the curtain on the ultimate worlds of the forbidden. From the breathless tension of a massive age gap to the pulse pounding thrill of being watched, every story dives headfirst into the intoxicating realms of control, exhibitionism, voyeurism, domination, submission and deep, dark heat.

When my boyfriend came to my family home to ask for my hand in marriage, my sister-in-law, who was usually cold and aloof, became a completely different person. She flung her arm around me warmly and asked, “Cassie, who’s your favorite? This boyfriend or one of the dozen or so men that you’ve brought home before?” As I denied her accusation and interrupted her, she cheekily batted her eyelashes at my boyfriend and cooed, “Oh, yes, yes. Cassie has never brought another man home. You’re the lucky first!” In the midst of dinner, she deliberately took her own soiled underwear out of the bathroom, pinched her nose, and waved it around as she screeched, “Oh my goodness, Cassie! I know you don’t really care about hygiene, but we have guests today! How can you have no shame? It smells so bad!”