Sage Of Six Paths Sasuke Novels & Stories

What if you fell in love with one person you've sworn to destroy? On her wedding night, Lara makes a vow not to love her husband, but to destroy him. After her parents’ brutal assassination, she loses everything — their billion-dollar empire, their legacy, and her place in the world to London’s most feared billionaire, Amiir Blackwood. He forces her into marriage to claim her inheritance, and strips her of all power. Now the former heiress serves coffee in her own father’s company while her husband rules from the top floor, untouchable. When she refuses to spend the night as husband and wife, he gives her sixty days to submit—or lose everything she has left. As she plots revenge, secrets surface that threaten to rewrite the past. The truth behind her parents’ deaths isn’t simple… and neither is the man she married. In a world where power is currency and love is a weakness, she must choose: Will she become the weapon that destroys her husband… Or the woman who changes the fate of an empire?

23-year-old Megan Spencer is on the brink of giving up on love after her break up with her fifth ex-boyfriend. That was the plan- until she met Mr. Flamin’ Hot Cheetos after entering his car uninvited. And worse? He’s literally one hallway away from her apartment unit.What about plan B, though? Nope, there isn’t any.

She has always lived a normal life like a normal girl should but her life isn't all that it seems. After losing her sister in the hands of an unknown, Scarlett is determined to find the murderer behind her sister's death, one mission that turns her life upside down. Being the kind of girl who suffers from nightmares and personal vulnerability, Scarlett finds it hard to cope with her feelings for her unpredictable boss whom she thinks despises her gut but the more time they spend together the more he becomes attracted to her and soon did he begin to fall deeper for her that she suddenly becomes his weakness. Wrapping up her life in the hope of finding peace and tranquility, Scarlett suddenly starts to discover some changes Within herself, they weren't normal changes and she knew it, she soon finds out that her nightmares were connected to her sudden changes and also surprisingly connected to her boss, something which left her mouth hanging in disbelief. As time passes by with her father on the loose to hunt her down, Scarlett soon discovers what she is, she is no longer the normal girl she used to be but something more powerful and beyond humanity, a hybrid. One question though, what kind of hybrid is she? She's yet to find out. As if that wasn't enough on her shoulders, little by little did she begin to discover the real identity and darkest truth behind her boss's life. Her boss! He turns out to be something she had never thought he could be. Indeed, her normal life ended when she found out they had an unbreakable bond... **** Everything in this book is 100% fictional. Any offense was not intended. Anything resembling that of the real world is simply a Coincidence.

In the dead of night, a secret was born. A deal was made, a soul was sold, and a fate was sealed. Sixteen-year-old violet's life was forever altered as she became a pawn in a deadly game. Her grandmother's desperate gamble had unleashed a horror beyond her wildest imagination. The Mafia's cold, calculating eyes had claimed her, and their ruthless leader, Shawn, had made one thing clear: Violet was now his property. The clock was ticking. Two years. That's all the time her grandmother had to repay the debt. Two years, or violet would face the consequences. The darkness closed in, and Violet's screams were silenced by the shadows.

After an 800-meter run, I hide under the blanket to use the vibrating massager. At that moment, Uncle Theo barges into my room and asks coldly, "Does it feel that good?" I nod vigorously. The massage really does feel wonderful. Later, he yanks off his tie and uses it to bind my wrists. "It's too small and slow. Try me instead." I can only stare at him in bewilderment. But Uncle Theo, it's just a massage gun!

I came back for the holidays after years of being away only to be reminded by the one reason I left. Damon my crazy ex, made sure he humiliated me as always, he made sure he reduces me to nothing and my family watched as usual because they think it's just our little games love. Now they want a reunion, they want us together, they want our love to kick off again and they want me to play the old role of his girlfriend and fiancee. Little did they know that he wouldn't allow that. Xavier… Damon's uncle. The one who never speaks only when it needs to. The one who claimed me when I never expected it. But I don't want him, I don't want any of these relatives. I want some else for my revenge, I want to destroy on Damon slowly. So let my family prepare, let them celebrate and then watch me crash it all on their faces. Now all I need is a right man for this task and I don't want Xavier as my tool…. I need someone else if only he will let me off.

Before the pack's Winter Solstice festival, I was given a Moonwater Mirror, forged from the waters of the Moon Goddess Spring. But the face staring back at me wasn't my own. It was my face, but younger. The girl I was eight years ago. Her eyes were bright with a joy I hadn't felt in years. When she realized I was from her future, she practically vibrated with excitement. "Our fated mate, Alpha Owen, he confessed today! He's going to plant moonflowers around the lake cabin. He'll stay with me for every full moon. He promised to make me his one and only Luna forever!" Her voice was full of hope for the future. Her joy was a bitter reminder of what I'd lost. I listened quietly, only managing a faint smile. My reaction must have given me away. Her excited chatter died. Her gaze drifted over my shoulder, taking in the cold, empty penthouse behind me. "Wait... where's Owen?" Her smile faltered. "We're happy, right? After eight years?" I didn't say a word. I just slowly, deliberately, turned the Moonwater Mirror toward the terrace. There, my Alpha mate, Owen, had another she-wolf pinned to the railing. Their mouths were fused, their breaths mingling in the cold night air.

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I was cleaning my house when I found a picture album. As it turned out, my husband had been religiously taking pictures with the girl of his dreams every year on this precise date. He had been doing it since he was forty years old and he was now sixty years old. His hair had progressed from a jet black to a faded white and yet, he kept up the tradition. There was a written message in his handwriting at the back of the picture that read, “Eternal Love.” Since he doesn't love me, I will no longer bother washing his clothes and cooking for him. I will no longer care for his children and grandchildren. I may have foolishly wasted half of my life, but it was not too late to make a change.

Xena Xander returned to the past and found herself back in 1989. That year, she was thirty. Her husband, Julian Zane, was thirty-five. He had just become the youngest academician at the National Academy of Sciences. He was a national talent, and his future looked exceptionally promising. They had a pair of ten-year-old twins. Everyone said she was lucky. She was so lucky to have a good husband and sweet children. But the first thing she did after returning to the past was consult a lawyer and prepare two divorce agreements. She called Julian’s office. When the assistant realized it was her, the response was brief. “Xena, Professor Zane is busy. He doesn’t have time.” She went to the research institute to look for him, but the guard stopped her at the entrance. “Sorry, Professor Zane is unavailable right now.” After three days, she took the divorce agreement and went to see Julian’s first love. She placed the agreement in front of Moon Jensen and calmly said, “Please have Julian sign the divorce agreement. From now on, he and the two children belong to you.”

My wife's family ran on the old logic: sons mattered, daughters were a tax. They called my five-year-old daughter "the cash drain" to her face. On New Year's Day, my wife told me my daughter was donating a kidney to her cousin. I was about to lose it on every adult in that room when something appeared in the air in front of me, a column of text only I could see: [Is this woman seriously the mother? She says it's a kidney transplant, but she actually wants the kid's heart.] [If I had a mom like that I'd have cut her off years ago.]