Naruto X Fleur Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window, the city glittering a thousand feet below us. Sebastian’s hand is at my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belong to. “You were talking to him,” he says, voice low, dangerous. His other hand is braced beside my head, caging me in. “You smiled.” “It was just—” “Don’t lie to me, Ocean.” His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat, and my pulse jumps so hard he feels it. “You’re mine. Every glance. Every breath. Every inch of you.” I should be furious. I should tell him I’m not his property. But then his mouth is on mine—rough, consuming, tasting like the whiskey he hasn’t let go of since the gala. I moan before I can stop myself. That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides to my waist, fingers digging in as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. The heat between us ignites like dry kindling. It’s dangerous. It’s too much. It’s everything. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark enough to drown in. “One year,” he murmurs. “That was the deal. But you… you’re making me want forever.” And in that moment, I know the worst truth of all— If Sebastian Velez decides to keep me, I won’t even try to run.

In a world where girls of my age crush over guys their age, I chose to love my handsome billionaire uncle blindly. You can judge me if you want, I don't give a fuck anyways. After anticipating his return for almost two years, he returned with some woman, whom he called his fiancée. No… that's something I wouldn't take, he is mine, always has been and always would be. Watch me go great lengths and even milestones to get my uncle to fall in love with me. They might call it childishness but I call it unwavering persistence to get the one I love.

lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd like to forget to get a book out of my locker, so I went to go quickly and went to get it. I was leaning against the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door. When warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move" being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hands backward. I hear a grunt and turn to find the person hunched over as they hold part of their face "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. and then he looked up. the first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. it looked so smooth, and 1 almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering It was him. Six. He is the most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook.

S.I.X. Also spelled SIX, or simply the number 6. With over eight billion people in the world, seven of those eight reckon with the name S.I.X. To the oblivious masses, it’s just a name. To the fairly informed, it’s a jinx, bringing destruction. To the cops and government, it’s their nemesis. And to the Mafia world, it’s the legacy of a legend. * Ten years in the Italian ‘La Fratellanza’ Mafia family, SIX has harbored a fervent urge to hang up his boots and leave the dark world he has grown to love. But he, more than anyone else, knows the rules: the brotherhood is forever, and the only way out is in a body bag. With much appeal, he is cut some slack and given one condition - protect the Rodriguez heiress until she finally gets wedded to the Capo of the La Fratellanza family. Frustrated, SIX unwinds at a bar and ends up in bed with a mysterious vixen. The next morning, he takes the first flight to NYC to begin his assignment. But there she is, in the arms of the Capo, and he finally learns her real name - Arabella Rodriguez, fiancée to the Capo, heiress to the Rodriguez empire... and his fucking one-night stand. A bloody twist! But the beginning of a catastrophe in his quest to leave the dark world.

Rafael Villarante is a hot and gorgeous model with a billion-dollar net worth. He is well known as a captivating bachelor and promising businessman. He is a heartless playboy who always gets what he wants. But after Rafael took over his father's company, his life became miserable as he became engaged to the bratty heiress, Zephanie Buenaflor.  Fleur Guevarra is known for her beauty and brains. She is an independent, wayward, and heartless woman. For her, men are just nothing and shouldn't be taken seriously. Fleur is prominent as one of the most successful women in the fashion and business industries. But behind her success, she seeks revenge on Zerina Cortez.    Rafael doesn't believe in love and destiny; chasing a woman is not part of his vocabulary. But that changed when Rafael met Fleur, who made him seriously fall in love for the first time.  Rafael became obsessed with her, but Fleur often left him. Fate plays along and takes over when their paths cross again.  Teron Villarante returns home after a long time and suddenly announces that he has decided to get married. Rafael's heart shatters as he discovers Fleur and his brother want to settle down with Fleur. Rafael tries to reach out as the wedding approaches, but Fleur seems to have significantly changed and is distant from him. Rafael appears to lose his sanity when he suddenly asks Fleur to run away. Will Rafael can still get what he wants this time? Or will he just let Fleur end up with his brother? 

At my formal betrothal announcement ceremony, Carmelo Conti, the old Don of the Conti Famiglia places the ring that symbolizes the authority as a Don before me and tells me to choose my groom. Whoever I choose shall become the heir. I don't hesitate to pass the ring to Aldo Conti, Simone Conti's uncle. The atmosphere in the hall goes eerily silent. Everyone knows that Simone and I are childhood friends. I've taken a bullet from a rival aimed at Simone before. Till now, I still have the scar to prove it. Meanwhile, Aldo is Carmelo's youngest brother. He's also known as the most cold-blooded and blood-thirsty assassin in the family. No one dares to provoke him at all. What everyone doesn't know is that I've made a completely different choice in my previous lifetime. At that time, I had chosen Simone. On the same night after we held our wedding at the cathedral, Simone and my stepsister, Clodia Moretti, slept together. All the elders in both families were enraged, to say the least. They had Clodia flown to Novarria, and she was never to return ever again. Simone pinned the blame on my possessiveness. Since then, he traveled everywhere with young women who looked like Clodia. He often flirted with them right in front of me, too. Later on, I was hunted down by the assassins. Before I died, I managed to dial Simone's number so that I could call for help. All I heard were his low panting and Clodia's loud moans. Just like that, I breathed my last with immense hatred in my eyes. Now, I've gotten reborn. In this lifetime, I shall grant Simone's wish by letting him be with Clodia. But he has the nerve to regret everything he's done to me.

He was her first everything—first love, first heartbreak, first mistake. Her brother's best friend. Her personal nightmare. The guy who made her life unbearable. He bullied her. Broke her. Took her innocence, then tossed her aside like she was nothing. And when she finally ran, she swore she'd never look back. But fate is cruel. Now she's back, standing in front of the man who ruined her. Only this time, she's not the weak girl he once broke. She's stronger. Untouchable. And keeping a secret that could change everything for him. The moment their eyes lock, the past crashes into the present—hot and unforgiving. Lust. Anger. A hunger neither of them can control. Does he regret what he did? Does he even remember the way he shattered her? She tells herself she won’t fall for him again. She won’t let him back in. But when he grabs her waist, pins her against the wall, and growls that she still belongs to him—she knows she’s in trouble. Because the Alpha always takes what’s his.

Trevor Farren cheated on me—with a hostess, no less. He bought her a villa, handbags, necklaces, and even whisked her away to the Maldives. Everything I had, she had too. In my fury, I resolved to retaliate. I found myself in the smoky halls of a nightclub, learning shameful, provocative moves from the women there. I would seduce him and make him fall for me all over again. I vowed to crush him in the end. I'd ruin him. Strip him of everything he held dear until he tasted the bitterness of despair, the way I had. Standing before the mirror, I traced my curves with a sly smile. "Trevor, do you like what you see?"

Fleur, a young woman who only wants to run her own company, was duped by faith into selling her innocence to one of the mafia's most cunning warlords, who formed an obsession with keeping her for more than one night. Find out if Fleur would ever escape him?

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]