Naruto With Metal Arm Fanfiction

“I see how you look at me, Daddy,” I teased as I stared up at him defiantly. Dario’s jaws clenched, and he dragged me by the arm until I was facing the door and my back was pressed against his chest. “And what do you want, princess?” My heart raced, my breath coming in huffs at his closeness. I have dreamt of this day for so many years. Now that it was here, there was no holding back… **** **** Tragedy struck Isla when her father and pack were completely destroyed after her eighteenth birthday, and now, the only person who can take care of her is Dario, her father’s best friend. However, not only is he her godfather, he’s her fated mate and the one man that she has wanted all her life. He was the one forbidden thing that she couldn’t have. But couldn’t stop wanting.

“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.

Adam lifted her high into the air. “Hold onto the bar, baby.” Startled, she reached up and grasped the metal, her back against the wall. He stepped right under her, wrapped her legs around his neck and shoulders. His hands gripped her rounded ass and pulled her pussy right up against his mouth. She gasped and arched her back. Adam felt her incredible need. “I’m not going to make you wait, sweetheart.” “Please,” she whispered. “Please.” **** When Katie Lloyd learns her stepfather is dying, she’ll do anything to reach him. Stranded by bad weather and no transportation, she’s forced to accept help from the last man she wants to be trapped with: Adam Pierce. Big, brutal, arrogant... and the one person she’s argued with nonstop since the day they met. A five-day road trip with him sounds like hell. But Katie is out of options. Adam respects Katie’s talent as a photographer, even if her stubbornness drives him insane. Then an accident exposes the truth about her past... and everything changes. Adam shifts from adversary to protector, determined to get Katie home and face the man who destroyed her childhood. Along endless highways and dangerous truths, attraction ignites where anger once lived. And when the journey ends, Adam wants more than her survival – he wants to help her rebuild. In his arms, and in his bed, if she’ll let him.

„Mein Alpha, wenn deine Luna wüsste, dass der Embryo, der in ihren Bauch transplantiert wurde, eigentlich unser befruchtetes Ei war und sie somit nur unsere Leihmutter ist, wäre sie wahrscheinlich so wütend, dass sie sich umbringen würde, oder?“ Elora schnappte nach Luft. Mein Gefährte, Damon, der Alpha des Silbermondrudels, knetete Eloras Brüste. „Ich mag sie auch nicht. Aber wenn sie stirbt, wer soll dann mein Rudel leiten? Du kleines Luder“ Damon lachte leise, zog sie von vorne zu sich heran und stieß von hinten gnadenlos in sie hinein. „Also müssen wir das geheim halten. Wenn unser Kind dann geboren ist und die Position des Alphas von mir übernimmt, werden wir ihr den endgültigen Schlag versetzen.“ Ich tat so, als wüsste ich von nichts, brachte das Kind zur Welt und zog es mit großer Sorgfalt auf. Zweiundzwanzig Jahre später, nachdem mein Sohn Torin sein Studium abgeschlossen hatte, übergaben wir ihm die Alphaposition und meinen gesamten Reichtum. Bei der Übergabezeremonie, vor den Ältesten, Adligen und Anführern verbündeter Rudel, kam Elora Arm in Arm mit meinem Gefährten herein. Dann hielt sie mir das Testergebnis einer DNA- Analyse entgegen. „Torin ist der leibliche Sohn von Damon und mir. Jetzt ist es an der Zeit, ihn mir zurückzugeben.“ Mein Sohn zog ein kleines Fläschchen hervor und sagte gnadenlos zu mir: „Das ist ein Trank, den ich von einer Hexe bekommen habe. Trink ihn jetzt, brich die Gefährtenbindung zu meinem Vater und verschwinde so weit und schnell wie möglich von hier!“ Ich lächelte leicht. „In Ordnung.“

After being forced to donate the blood from my heart to my Alpha's beloved witch, I die in the cottage that he'd built for me. Before my death, my five-year-old daughter runs to the castle in the forest to beg him thrice. The first time, she runs into the study and tells him I'm coughing up blood. My mate, Alpha Alaric sneers. "Is this one of Clara's new tricks? I can't believe she taught a child to lie!" He orders his attendant to take our daughter away. The second time, she knocks on the door cautiously and tells him I'm trembling all over. Alaric snorts contemptuously. "What's with the act? All I did was take some of her blood, not gouge her heart out. She'll heal on her own soon enough!" Once again, his attendant chases our daughter out. The third time, she kneels by the study door and weeps, saying that I'm already unconscious. She begs Alaric to save me. This time, he gets mad. He grabs her by the arm and throws her out of the castle. "I told you your mother won't die! Lie to me again, and I'll kick her out of the Wolffang Pack. She can die at the hands of those Rogues!" He breaks her arm in the process, and she clutches it. She has no choice but to pass the family heirloom—a ring—that represents her identity as the Wolffang Pack's heiress to a passing merchant. "I can give you everything valuable I have, Mr. Merchant! I don't want to be an heiress—I just want my mother to stay alive!" The merchant accepts the ring and soon brings a herbalist. However, Alaric's beloved witch, Elena has him taken away. "Sorry, but your father is worried that I'll be upset because my darling black cat is sick. He's ordered all of the herbalists in the pack to focus on treating my cat first." She snorts. "Your mother can wait."

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.

"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."