Re Zero React To Subaru Fanfiction

Pecundang... Kata itulah yang terus menerus keluar di benak Reynard, ketika ia mengalami rasa sakitnya penghianatan dan di ambang kematian. "jika saja aku terbangkitkan menjadi player... dapatkah aku menyelamatkan semua orang-orang yang penting bagiku?" "uhukkk... khakkk..." darah terus saja mengucur dan disaat terakhirnya suara bising terdengar bertubrukan... "Selamat... Keinginan terdalam dalam hatimu telah terbangun! Selamat Datang PLAYER ZERO" kebangkitannya merubah seluruh kehidupannya setelah regresi...

~HOT ROMANCE 21++~ Aku membutuhkan tubuhmu, tapi aku tidak butuh cintamu . aku membutuhkan tangisanmu , tapi aku tidak butuh ketulusan mu. dan aku membutuhkan desahanmu , tapi tidak dengan perasaanmu. "aku akan menyetubuhimu , tapi ada 1 syarat yang harus kau tahu , jangan menjerit dan merintih , atau kau akan menerima tamparan dari tanganku " ~PIERO MAGENTA D'RAJOR~ Bahkan bila kau mampu menghancurkan seluruh organ tubuhku , aku tidak peduli Karena aku RUBAH, aku punya SEMBILAN NYAWA dan aku DESPERADO yang akan bertahan oleh kegaranganmu karena sebuah alasan. "Aku masih Virgin , bisakah kau berhenti melakukan itu " ~CLORIS VENELOVE ANDERSHORT~ * Mohon bijaklah dalam memilih bacaan .. sungguh tidak di sarankan dibawah umur..* ________________________________________________

Betrayed by the people she trusted the most, Emory drunk herself the night before the wedding of the people she used to treasure the most, her bestfriend and her ex-boyfriend. But not all things go as it was planned. Emory woke up the next morning beside a stranger, who turns out to be her ex-boyfriend's older brother! How will Emory ever escape her destiny? And how is she going to react if she finds out that this man— Beaumont Khaleesi, is going to be her pair while walking down the aisle? Would there be a romantic disaster?

I bought red lingerie for a boy who didn't want me. Found him in bed with my best friend instead. I ran straight into Cain Russo. My enemy. The boy who humiliated me at fourteen and never lost a second of sleep over it. One night of rage and bad decisions later, we had a secret I planned to bury. Then our parents got married and he moved into the room next door. Now he watches me across the dinner table like he's already won something. Because he's had a taste and he hasn't forgotten it. So he made me a bet. Three orgasms. Ten minutes. If he wins, two weeks of me. Anywhere. Anytime. No exceptions. If I win, my freedom. I should have walked away. I didn't. He doesn't want my heart. That would be too simple. He wants to take me apart completely. And god help me, I'm starting to want that too. Stepbrother. Enemy. Obsession. Warning: This book is explicit. We’re talking filthy, enemies-who-hate-each-other-but-can’t-stop touching, wall-slamming, hair-pulling, name-screaming explicit. If you blush easy, this isn’t for you. If you don’t — buckle up, because Cain Russo has zero restraint and even less patience. 18+ only. You’ve been warned.

I exercised too hard during the day and, by midnight, a sharp pain tore through my stomach. When I checked my pants, there was blood. I called my friend immediately and had him rush me to the hospital. The moment I finished explaining my symptoms, the doctor did not even pause to think before saying, "This is a potential miscarriage. We need to start treatment right away." My eyes went wide. I opened my mouth to protest, but she steamrolled right over me. Her gaze dripped with contempt. "I see dozens of patients every day. I know exactly what you women are like. Probably had abortion after abortion in school with zero self-respect. Now that you're getting older, you want to trap some nice guy into cleaning up your mess." I had never met such an unprofessional doctor in my life. Anger flared in my chest, and I threatened to report her on the spot. She barely blinked. "Touched a nerve, huh? I'm just trying to help you out here. Doctors have it so hard these days. Tell someone the truth and complaints are all you get." The whispers started around me. People staring, judging, pointing. I had truly had enough. Had it occurred to literally anyone that I might just be a guy with long hair?

"Who are you?" she whispers, tears of pain and fear mixing. "Please, don't kill me. Where's Adam? My fiancé." Damon looks up, his dark eyes showing a hint of surprise. "Adam," he says, his voice a deep rumble that shakes her, "sold you to me for ten million dollars." The words hit her like a blow. "He didn't mention an engagement." Before her shattered mind can react, he stands, his tone firm. "Get dressed. We are getting married tonight.".

Fernando Perez a 28 years old wealthy billionaire was raped on his 15th birthday, after the unfortunate incident he had zero likeness for women and vowed not to ever fall in love with them. Then came Micaela Alvarado a popular writer who coincidentally wrote a story exactly as the past of Fernando. Fernando was curious to know more about the writer and in the process he fell in love with her. Micaela later confesses she was among the girls that sexually assaulted Fernando 13 years ago. Would Fernando forgive Micaela over his past? Read and find out!

"Please… stop pushing. I can't move." The concert crowd was packed and restless, bodies pressed tightly together. I found myself too close to the girl in front of me. She wore a short skirt that brushed against me every time the crowd surged. What caught my attention was how close we were: the faint warmth of her body through the thin fabric made my pulse quicken. For a brief moment, I thought I felt her react too, as if she sensed the same strange tension hanging between us.

My husband Seth and I switched bodies on the night of our wedding anniversary. When I went to the office posing as him, his colleague Jenny whispered sultrily into my ear, "Why haven't you divorced your wife yet?" I looked at the counter on my wrist. It displayed ninety-nine points—that meant we only needed to gain one more point to switch back to our own bodies. I smiled. “Points have been reset to zero! Reset! Reset! Reset!”

BLURB One night. One murder. One photo that changed everything. I was just a broke journalism student trying to survive college on caffeine, ramen, and late-night shifts, Until I saw him pull the trigger. Lucian Romano. Green eyes like a forest fire. A smile that promises sin. And a last name that owns half the city… and most of its corpses. He should’ve killed me. Instead, he gave me a choice: Delete the photo. Say nothing. Or become useful. Now, I’m his “eyes” inside the university, spying on dealers, dodging bullets, and trying not to fall for the killer who sees me as a pawn. But secrets don’t stay buried. And in this game of blood, betrayal, and stolen kisses… One wrong move, and I’m dead. Or worse, his…