Watching Saitama Vs Boros Fanfiction

René Huang is a French-Chinese Painter who lives in France. He lives alone there when his parents are living in China. He is famous, rich, and handsome. Everything in his life was perfect until finally, unexpected events started happening in his life. He painted some paintings in his sleep, and there was a secret behind them. He wanted to find out the secret, and when he became a guest lecturer in an art university, he met a student who was related to the paintings. Their relationship was not good at first, but when they were investigating the paintings together, the romance started blooming. Note: This novel is inspired by my fanfiction that was posted on another platform. The idea and the story are mines. No plagiarism. Cover by MichelleLeeee

On the day of my wedding, I stood on the stage, while my fiance, Jake Stevens, passionately kissed his assistant, Chloe Xanders, in front of everyone. He held her in his arms and said earnestly, “Chloe, don’t worry. Even though you’re not my bride, you’ll always have a place in my heart.” Chloe, who was overwhelmed with emotion, threw herself into his arms and wept as she said to me, “Lily, Jake and I are deeply in love, but fate just didn’t work out for us in this life. Please take good care of him.” Gossip instantly spread around us. Just as I was feeling helpless, my fiance humiliated me further and called me nothing more than a doormat. Watching the two of them clinging to each other, I could not take it anymore. I canceled the wedding on the spot and left for abroad the same night to join my best friend. The next time I met Jack, I had already moved on with someone new. When he saw me interlocking my fingers with my new love and kissing him passionately, his eyes instantly filled with burning jealousy.

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

I happened to come across the filming of a popular variety show, where a celebrity attempted to forcefully take over my greenhouse for a task. After I declined, people watching the live stream subjected me to continuous ridicule.In their relentless quest for higher ratings, the production team deliberately hyped up this matter like crazy.However, when my true identity was revealed, countless students from the Agricultural Academy rallied to defend these crops."Isn't she the expert in crop improvement for saline-alkali soil? My research thesis revolves around her remarkable achievements!""Anyone who dares to tamper with her crops will face dire consequences."

Brigor came from a wealthy family. He's gentle and likely to do things and bring happiness to others. Everything is fine, but suddenly changes happened for a moment. His Mom left them for another man, while his Dad is having a secret affair with many women. Brigor started rebelling. He doesn't obey anyone and accept the usual standards of behavior. He's oppositely doing everything. After finishing senior high school, he left everything, including his family. He started a new life and a new character. He trusted no one and cared for no one, but the only man who helped him grow and the biggest rival of his father's organization, Ferdinando Desanto, a 60 years old business tycoon. His company grows continuously, which made him become a well-known businessman. He became a high person who deserves to be admired by others. He is lofty, full of himself, ruthless, calloused, and not showing any concern about the other's misery; instead, he enjoys watching them suffer, but is there a chance to change his behavior? Is there anyone who can take him out from drowning into darkness? Will there be a light in his rayless days? Will he regain his right side? Will there be someone who can let him feel that he is loved? Can someone save him? Or he'll get worst?

Before the wedding, Alpha Kevin’s first love, Sandra Barlow, was betrothed to none other than David Wright—the most infamous rogue Alpha along the Mississippi River. A wolf so ruthless, even the werewolf Council preferred to pretend he didn’t exist. Alpha Kevin, ever the noble hero, couldn't bear to see his precious white moonlight thrown into the fire pit. So, what did he do? With the werewolf army of the Midnight Ridge Pack, he stormed into the rogue den and snatched her away from Alpha David. That very night, they registered their marriage and held a wedding. And me? Oh, the entire Midnight Ridge Pack was practically at the thought of watching Gamma Diana Gilbert—the strongest female warrior in the pack—get humiliated. After all, my years of loyalty, my unmatched skills, my blood spilled for this pack? Worthless. Why? Because their beloved Alpha had chosen another. I braced myself for the whispers, the pitying glances. But then— The very next day, Alpha David, the same rogue who’d been so cruelly robbed of his mate, climbed onto my villa’s security wall like a damn cat burglar. He perched there, arms crossed, watching me with an infuriatingly lazy smirk. “Wife pays for her husband’s debt,” he drawled, his voice carrying the rough edge of a wolf who lived lawless and free. “Alpha Kevin stole my mate. So I figured—you should compensate me by becoming my rogue Luna.” He grinned, canines flashing. “ That’s fair, isn’t it?” I nodded. “Fair.”

Nero is a young Boy when his pack is attacked. His mother manages to hide him before he is found but once he emerges from his hiding place he is caught. Only five children manage to survive the attack, including Nero. Sold on the black market for profit only Nero is left behind. No one wanted him as he was just too small and weak looking. A young girl caught his attention in the market and an unimaginable pull towards her when she gets pushed over by a much bigger boy. In an instant he aids to her rescue protecting her, in return she hands him a medallion. He will keep safe for years to come in the hope to find her again. A stranger hides in the shadows watching the young boy, seeing the potential that lays within. He offers to buy him and takes him home to meet his Family. James is an Alpha who has a son same age as Nero. Ezra is the Alpha’s son, born with a disability which makes him slower and weaker than his peers. Nero and Ezra are incredibly close so when a desperate Alpha called for a tournament to win his daughters hand, Nero did not hesitate to agree and be Ezra’s champion. Only when it was too late he realised he won his very own mate for his best friend.

ADRIAN'S POV My head was pounding, a dull throb that echoed the frantic beat of my heart. I was hot, too hot, my skin slick with an unfamiliar sweat. I knew it instantly: drugged. One moment I was escorting Aria, basking in the glittering lights and dancing with her in the ballroom at her birthday party. Next, a wine from a waiter, a trip to the bathroom, and then… darkness. I blinked, trying to focus on the blur above me. Damien. My stalker. The man who’d been haunting the edges of my life for weeks, whispering cryptic claims of a shared past I couldn’t recall. He was on top of me, pinning me to the plush velvet of some unfamiliar bed. His eyes, usually so intense and unsettling, were filled with a disturbing mix of guilt and desperation. "I’m sorry, Adrian, I'm so sorry I had to do this, but I can't stand seeing you with her. Watching you rewrite our history... please, remember me. Remember us." He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "I promise, I'll cherish you this time." Then, his lips crashed onto mine, a fierce, possessive kiss that stole my breath away. His hands moved over me, desperate and knowing, igniting a fire that both terrified and strangely thrilled me. Maybe it was the drug blurring the lines of reason. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down, my body recognized something my mind couldn’t. It responded to his touch with a shameful eagerness, a desperate need that mirrored his own. All I could do was surrender to the moment, to the heat, to the undeniable connection I felt with this man, Damien, as I returned his kiss with a fervor that shocked us both.

“Why aren’t you moaning and wrapping your arms around my limb like you used to?” “Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to piss you off. Kill me already, you bastard! Cut off my throat and be done with it, damn it!” I snapped back catching my breath. He smirked. “You don’t get to decide that. Besides, why do you think I would kill you? My precious dirty doll. Watching you tremble with pleasure while drowning in hate... that’s a sight I’m not willing to lose.” “You devil! There is no pleasure, only unbearable disgust when it comes to you! I hate you! I fucking hate you!” I cried as tears rolled down my eyes. ****** After her parents were brutally murdered, Aria was stolen away and groomed to be both a nymphomaniac sex doll and a lethal assassin by a ruthless mafia lord. She has only one goal: revenge. She'll play the submissive puppet. She'll smile, kneel, and obey-until the day she finds the man responsible for their death... and makes him bleed. But everything changes when she finds herself defenseless in the arms of her enemy. No matter how much she fights, hates, or strikes, he won't let her go. And worse... She's not allowed to die. She can scream. She can cry. Hell-she can even beg. But she will always be his. His to own. His to claim. His to Break. Content Warning! This book is strongly 18+ Contains dark romance themes, Dangerous Obsession, Lust, BDSM. Enjoy this spicy read.

After nursing the baby, I closed my eyes to rest for a moment. The nanny, thinking I was asleep, brazenly clung to my husband, cooing, "Harlan, if your wife finds out that the son she gave birth to was swapped out long ago and that the baby in her arms is actually ours, do you think she’d be furious?” “You’re so smart. Swapping the babies at the hospital was brilliant. Once our daughter inherits her fortune, we’ll kick her out of the house in no time!” I pretended not to hear their conversation. I continued to raise my daughter with utmost care and devotion. When she returned from her studies, I immediately transferred all my shares to her, supporting her to become the youngest heir of the company. At the handover celebration, the nanny dressed even more extravagantly than I did. She boldly grabbed my daughter and declared, “I am Yasmine’s real mother! You’ve kept her from me all these years, but now it’s time that the truth is revealed!” My husband handed me the divorce papers with a smug look. “For Yasmine’s sake, let’s part ways amicably.” My daughter folded her arms and glared at me. “Since you raised me for so many years, I’ll visit you in the nursing home once a year.” Watching their victorious smiles, I lowered my eyes. “As you wish.” I hope you’re ready to handle the kind of wealth that shatters the heavens!