Signs Naruto の小説・ストーリー

Three months after Pete took his foster sister as his mistress, I terminated my marriage, chose to die on paper, and vanished from his life entirely. One quiet morning, I handed my child over to the nannies arranged by the family and walked out of the Rizzuto estate alone. Pete didn’t chase after me that day. He believed I would come back. Once I had calmed down, I would lower my head. The following spring, I was diagnosed with cancer. Standing in the hospital corridor, I suddenly remembered years ago— Pete had taken my hand and said, “You’ll be the finest Donna this Rizzuto family has ever had.” What pulled me back was not Pete. It was a letter from Sicily. Thin paper. Cold, rigid handwriting—the kind favored by old families who had ruled too long to bother with sentiment. “The heir has begun showing signs of emotional instability.” “Recent violent behavior has caused internal concern.” “There is disagreement within the family regarding the current Don’s judgment.” In the mafia world, there is only one reason the elders would bypass a man and reach out to a wife officially presumed dead— When the family itself begins to lose balance. So I returned. To the place I had once fled with everything I had. This time, there were no illusions. I no longer placed any hope in emotion. I was there only to fulfill the obligations of the family. I knew exactly how much time I had left. And I knew exactly what needed to be done. I became a proper Donna.

Zira Valdez was as innocent as they come. Since she was eight she thought the boy who saved her would become her salvation. When all the signs were telling her he was her destruction, she ignored them. She believed in his lies, in those small moments where she had a glimmer of hope. She believed wholeheartedly that she owed Trenton Heath her life. That was until two weeks before her eighteenth birthday that she learned the truth. For Trenton, it was all a game and he was stringing her along. He wasn't even the one to save her, but since she is willing to do anything for him, then he will take everything from her. Just everything around Zira was about to give her a deadly blow, her true savior stepped forward. He once again saved her, pulled her from the darkness, and offered her refuge. This time, she wanted to grasp the light with all of her might. Axton Heath was ten years older than Zira and Trenton's uncle. From the moment Axton's fate became intertwined with Zira's, she became his everything. He was the one to save her when she was eight, but because he was older and had just entered the military, he had no choice but to leave her with his family. When he returns before her eighteenth birthday with the intent to make her his Luna, he learns his little fated mate has suffered and he wants nothing more than to make them all pay with blood. Against all odds, their love defies everything. Zira will find strength in his love. Axton will risk everything for her love, including his life.

My daughter, who'd always hated the cold, suddenly started begging to vacation in the freezing Northern Territories. I dismissed it as a passing whim and told her no. I never thought she'd actually soak herself in a tub of ice for two days straight, just to prove she wasn't afraid of the cold. I gave in. I took her north. My mate, Cassian, stayed behind to handle pack affairs. The North was bitter. After only a few days, my daughter started showing signs of cold-sickness, coughing constantly. I wasn't going to gamble with her health. I decided to bring her home immediately. But my daughter threw a fit. At the time, I thought she just loved the North too much to leave. Until I happened to overhear her conversation with my husband, Cassian: "Daddy! These last few days in the North, I put scent-blocker in Mommy's water every single day! Aren't I clever? Now she'd never find out about you and Auntie Kayla!" "Mommy is so annoying, always nagging! I wish Auntie Kayla were my mommy instead!" I stood there cold, watching the cozy little scene inside the room, gripping the vial of scent-blocker I'd just dug out of my daughter's backpack — the drug meant to numb the link between Cassian and me. Fine. If they loved Kayla so much, then let them have her. I'd give them my blessing. So why, after I gave you everything you wanted, did the three of you end up on your knees begging for my forgiveness?

After being rescued from illegal experiments, Kiera Samuels returned to her pack. Things have changed. One of her high school bullies is Alpha, and she's not a wolf shifter. He's fine with her under his thumb, if she doesn't tell him about how difficult it is for her to live within his pack. How can you live when people fear you and hide their pups? You're uninvited to pack events at the last minute because of the fear. The frustration got to her, and she left the pack. Now, she lives in the neutral zone between her birth pack and their rivals. There's always drama happening between Alpha Dean Jonas and Alpha James Duncan. That's not new. This time war between the two alpha wolf shifters is looming and intensifying. Kiera, the Lycan, struggles daily with learning about herself and dealing with other people's delusions about her. These two male wolves are at her door. There's no romance, but there are a lot of vague threats. It gets worse for Kiera as the alphas compete to see who can claim her into their pack. Chaos erupts when Kiera disappears. Her home has broken windows, signs of shotgun blasts, no blood or scent trails, and two alphas accusing the other of kidnapping her. So, where is Kiera, and what is going on with Dean's mental state? Is James up to his old habit of playing loose with the rules for entertainment? Or is there another party involved in the shadows? Follow to find out if Kiera ever catches a break and keeps her sanity with these good, ole, boys playing games with her heart and body. Warning: Spicy, Explicit, Violence, Betrayal, and an Unhealthy Competiton

Lenora is the adopted daughter of an alpha family. As a child, she was deeply cherished by the family and showed signs of possibly having a gift, becoming the little princess of the entire pack. But as she grew up, after the alpha family’s biological daughter Eleanor returned, and everything changed. Lenora's talent inexplicably faded, and she couldn’t awaken her inner wolf upon adulthood, becoming the “wolfless” whom people said was “abandoned by the Goddess.” The hypocritical Eleanor, to secure her position, often framed Lenora, causing the alpha family to gradually resent Lenora and favor Eleanor. Lenora's former fiancé, Eric, also leaned toward Eleanor, dissolved his engagement with Lenora, and became ambiguously involved with Eleanor. The once-in-500-years sacrifice ritual is approaching, and without a volunteer, the entire pack may be endangered. The alpha family is frantic. Meanwhile, after being repeatedly framed by Eleanor, Lenora is deeply hurt by her once-loving family. Upon learning that, having come of age, she will be expelled from the pack like other wolfless, she chooses to volunteer as the sacrificial offering and will walk toward death in a month—to make one last contribution to the family she once loved most. But the alpha family doesn’t know about her choice; the identity of the sacrifice is strictly confidential. While they’re immensely grateful to the anonymous volunteer, they continue to despise and insult her, misinterpreting her recent solitary actions as betrayal. During this period, she suffers repeated emotional and physical harm. The family has several near-misses where they might discover her identity as the sacrifice, but misunderstandings prevent it each time. Meanwhile, after Lenora jumps, she slumbers for a long time. But at the bottom of the cliff, what lives there isn’t the so-called darkness, but a quirky monster (Mikael)...

"I thought I was his wife. To him, I was just a placeholder for the woman he actually loved." For three years, Evelyn lived as a ghost. To the world, she was the penniless orphan who hit the jackpot by marrying the cold, ruthless billionaire Caleb Knight. She played the part of the perfect, drab wallflower, cooking his favorite meals, enduring his family’s sneers, and secretly using her hidden Sterling Empire connections to save his company from the brink of bankruptcy. But on their third anniversary, the fairy tale shattered. Instead of a gift, Caleb handed her divorce papers. "Seraphina is back," he said, his voice as cold as ice Humiliated and discarded, Evelyn signs the papers and vanishes without a trace, leaving behind a positive pregnancy test in the trash, a secret Caleb wasn't worth knowing. Two years later, Caleb Knight’s "luck" has run out. His empire is bleeding, and his only hope is a merger with the mysterious, untouchable Sterling Global Group. Gone is the shy, plain girl in the $10 dress. Standing there in couture diamonds, flanked by three of the world's most powerful men, is his ex-wife. She is radiant, she is powerful, and she returns with a little boy who looks just like him and a girl who shares her aura. "Evelyn?" Caleb gasps, falling to his knees. "I... I’ve been looking for you. Please, come home." She steps over his hand as if he were a piece of trash. "I’m sorry, Mr. Knight,"she purrs, her voice dripping with lethal indifference. "The wallflower you threw away is dead. This is the Empress speaking and she finds you quite... boring." He broke her heart. Now, she’s going to break his empire!

He smirked down at me, clearly enjoying my tears. “Look at you. Where's that cocky, arrogant little brat that runs his mouth without pausing to think for a moment? You look better this way… humbled and willing. Are you sure you want to sign the agreement?” I nodded quickly, too eager and too desperate. “Yes! Yes, please! I'll sign it!” “Keep in mind, if you sign it, there's no going back.” He said, “Everything about you will belong to me… your hole, you cock, your mouth… everything! I get to own it all. And I'll treat you however I deem fit. Mean. Dirty. Rough. You take it all. And you dare not utter a single word of complain. Understood?” My stomach churned in utter disgust by the inhumane words that came out of his cock sucking mouth. But I didn't really have a choice here. He saw to it. I'm trapped. I pressed my eyes shut, voice weak, “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, I understand.” “Good.” He said, “Now, get up.” … How the hell was Tate Parker supposed to know that a moment of uncontrolled anger and pride would cost him his perfect life and whole freedom? He should have listened to the warnings… but he was too headstrong to. He should have seen the deadly signs… but he was too pompous to. And as consequence of his actions, he's entrapped and got nowhere else to go. Julian Belmont. That's his name. Tate believes he's a vile, twisted, cruel and psychotic devil hiding in a human facade. And that's exactly what he is. He's got Tate right where he wants him. And Tate can't escape him. He knows better than to try.

Just how rich can a person be? My husband, Don Leonardo Bianchi, is incredibly wealthy. Every time he abandons me for his childhood sweetheart, Sofia Rossi, he gives me a building. The first time, it was a luxury apartment building with a sea view. The tenth time, it was a commercial property in the prime downtown area. By the 50th time, the general managers of several real estate companies had started calling me "Boss". Five years into our marriage, my real estate spreads across the entire country. When the deed to the 97th building is delivered to me, Sofia sends me a taunting voice message. "You might have the property deeds, but I have Leonardo. Aurora Esposito, tell me, which one of us is the real winner?" After listening to it, I don't cry or make a scene. Instead, this time I take the initiative to draft an agreement and wait for Leonardo to sign it. Once Leonardo comes back, he signs it and praises me for being magnanimous. He then takes me to a party as his date. At the party, Sofia loses game after game and is stripped down to only her underwear. When she loses once more, she turns to me—who is wearing only a dress—with a meaningful smile and says, "What's the fun in just me taking things off? I think Aurora, the perfect Donna, should join in too." Amid the clamor of cheering, I quietly look at Leonardo. "You just have to take off one piece of clothing. Don't spoil everyone's fun. When we get back, I'll give you another building," he whispered to me coaxingly. I calmly acquiesce. Little does he know that he won't have another chance to give me anything, because what he blindly signed earlier is our divorce papers.

Vampires, I'd never seen one up close before. That is, until one tried to kill me. But he saved me, the Reaver Raphael. I know I'm only Human, but the more I learn of him, the more intrigued I become. He scares me, much more than I'd ever admit. My instincts scream at me to run. I know he's one of the four brothers who control the Underworld. I know he kills people without warning or trigger. I know the other Supernaturals fear him, and I know what he says goes… period. Yet, I find myself drawn to him, my fear tempered by a morbid curiosity. Being around someone as powerful as Raphael is daunting, yet every time I'm near him, I feel a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. But I'm aware of the danger. I've studied the Reavers, and I know their charm is designed to lure you in. Raphael doesn't even have to try… he exudes an effortless allure that draws me, and everyone else, to him. I know I should run, I want to run. But I'm frozen in place, and the warning signs only seem to heighten the allure. I've danced with danger for too long, but playing with fire has never felt so satisfying. That was, until I woke up in a strange place, surrounded by an unsettling array of supernatural creatures. Reality hit me like a slap in the face. And it's in this moment that I regret ever pursuing the man in the silver suit, who meets me in the diner... I've read enough love stories to know that love could be a fatal flaw, or a mans greatest strength. Could I be his? Or would our love become a fatal collision course from which neither of us would escape?

"Want me." He groaned. I hadn't taken a good look of the man I was in bed with. I opened my eyes a bit, and looked at him. I couldn't see his face, but he had black hair. "My name is Asher, and I'll make you scream it in different positions." His hand left my breast, into my vagina. "Asher…" I rubbed his head, holding him closer to me. I moaned loudly. I was enjoying every second of this. Amelia Brooks spent three years loving Damian. He spent those three years lying. At her own engagement party, he got down on one knee — and proposed to her younger sister instead. That night, humiliated and half-drunk, she stumbled into the wrong hotel room and into the arms of a stranger. Rough. Unforgettable. She left before sunrise, no regrets. She walked into a boardroom at the company her grandmother left her — and found him sitting. Asher Sinclair. Major shareholder. And Damian's uncle. The man who wrecked her body in the dark now holds her future in his hands. Desperate to fulfill her grandmother's secret marriage clause or lose everything, Amelia signs a contract that makes her his wife. No feelings allowed. But Damian isn't done with her. He wants her back. He shows up at her office with roses and lies, at every turn whispering that she was always his. And Asher? He watches. He waits. And one night, he reminds her exactly who she belongs to — not with words, but with his hands, his mouth, the way he says her name like a prayer and a warning all at once. Now Amelia is trapped between the ex who shattered her and husband who owns her.