Who Took Naruto's V Card

Isamu Kenichi adalah seorang bajak laut yang sangat hebat. Selama perjalanannya, dia telah berhasil menaklukkan delapan Samudra. Namun, ketika dia sedang mengarungi sebuah Samudra yang sangat misterius yaitu Samudra kesembilan yang dikenal dengan nama Samudra Hitam. Dia dimangsa oleh seekor Paus raksasa dan berhasil menemukan sebuah buku pusaka yang berisi kartu sihir. Kartu sihir inilah yang dikenal dengan nama Magic Card. Selain mendapatkan kekuatan dari Magic Card, Isamu juga mendapatkan kekuatan dari para penjaga magic card. Kekuatan itu telah merubah Isamu menjadi seorang manusia yang memiliki kekuatan seekor Naga atau yang lebih dikenal dengan sebutan Weredragon. Tentu saja kekuatan yang besar ini tidak dia dapatkan secara cuma-cuma. Tapi, dia mendapat tugas untuk membasmi samua manusia yang telah di sihir oleh para iblis menjadi Werewolf yang sangat kejam dah haus darah. Dan para Werewolf itu semuanya adalah mantan dari awak kapal yang pernah dimiliki oleh Isamu. Mampukah Isamu menyelesaikan tugasnya?! Dan bagaimana perasaan Isamu ketika dia mengetahui bahwa musuh-musuhnya adalah orang yang pernah menjadi bagian penting dalam perjalanan hidupnya? Yuk Ikuti terus kisahnya!

Steal the CEO's Black Card or his cold heart? "Please... Please sir I'm begging you, I didn't steal the card. Please believe me" Belle hopelessly begged, tears welling her already messy face. "You deserve to be in prison...fraud!" the store manager exclaimed in pure disdain, glaring as he snickered. Belle was an orphan from a young age, struggling for her dream. A dream of becoming a great doctor. A dream she weaved together with her late parents. For several years, a tiny room in a dilapidated building served her humble home, living at the mercy of others. Most of the time she has empty pockets and an empty stomach. She endured the ridicule from wearing worn-out clothes and torn shoes for medical school. Life is a struggle for her but never did she think of stealing, especially the BLACK CARD of the famous and cold CEO, Ethan DelValle.

Helena Whitmore was never meant to be Adrian Cavendish’s wife. But when her world crumbles, he’s there—with an offer she can’t refuse. A marriage built on necessity. A deal written in ink. But Adrian doesn’t do anything without a reason. And from the moment she steps into his world, she realizes—this was never just business. Because Adrian has secrets. Secrets that make her pulse race and her stomach twist. And the most dangerous part? She’s not sure if she wants to run from him… or straight into his arms.

Drugs disappeared during one of our family’s deals—and everyone knew it was my stepsister, Emily’s fault. Now, our rivals demanded someone be sent to them, held captive until the debt was repaid. My fiancé, my family—they all agreed it should be me. “Emily already got hurt in the mission. You are stronger. You can handle it while we figure things out.” I knew this moment was coming. And so I signed my name. In five days, I’d be sent away. And I have decided that no matter what happened—whether I lived or died—I was done with my family and my fiancé. In those last days, I gave everything I owned away. The casino? To my stepsister, who had always eyed it with envy. My checking account? To my father, who never missed a chance to remind me how useless I was. The engagement ring? Back to the man who’d been fake as hell. They didn’t notice anything off. They just smiled, pleased with how thoughtful I’d suddenly become. When they realized I was gone for good—and that their fragile Emily was their undoing—would they still smile like that? Would they still look so content?

Latricia's whole world literally fell apart when she walks in on her fiancée sleeping with her best friend. She realizes bitterly that she has been used. Not only does her marriage fall apart, she gets disowned by her own father and is left with no option but to ask for help from the stepbrother of her ex-fiancée. Will he accept?

Jaxon Maxwell is one of the deadliest board members of the Confradia Assassins. He has suffered great pain, including having to let go of the woman he loves, Maleah. Years pass, and they meet again. To Jaxon's regret, Maleah is with someone else, and his dreams of getting her back turn to dust. Fortunately, life has it's own plans, and Jaxon finds his second chance at redemption. Maleah has suffered heartbreak too many times to count. She has not just lost one man she loved, but two. She's about to give up on love altogether when fate decides to interfere. A witness to a horrible murder, Maleah finds herself on the run. She doesn't get very far until she winds up the arms of the first man to break her heart. Will Maleah and Jackson find their true happiness? Or will death take one of them before they can find their redemption?

เพราะมีหน้าที่สำคัญต้องทำ แต่ก็โดนรุ่นน้องจอมป่วนอย่างเลโอ Nightshade มาวุ่นวาย ตามจีบไม่เว้นแต่ละวัน "ทฤษฎี 21 วัน" เลยถูกใช้เป็นไม้ตายเด็ดของฉัน คิดว่ามันจะกันคนกะล่อนอย่างหมอนี่ให้พ้นทางได้มั้ย?!

James wasn't your typical writer. He gave a new meaning to Copywriting. His life wasn't great but he was doing well for himself; six figures in his bank account, and a hot neighbour that he had more than one wet dream about. His life was great until he died of course. Now he's stuck in another world with a secret mission. He's ready to spin another new meaning to copywriting.

He was consumed by hate, while love ripped through me like a storm. We were like two thorns, trapped in a prickly embrace with no escape. We exchanged vows soaked in blood, sealed with a brutal kiss, and bound by bloodied rings, with no happily ever after on the horizon. Marco Costello, my so-called prince, shackled me as his wife, but he was no savior. I used to imagine what our life would have been like if I had said yes all those years ago instead of running away. I'd play Juliette to his brooding Romeo. But fate had a different script for me, casting me as the antagonist, trapped in a cycle of resentment and sadness, like a lost soul wandering through the shadows, unseen and unappreciated. “Till death do us part...” It wasn't a promise of forever, but a sentence to endless torment.

Five years after I died, Delia—my wife, a doctor—tried to dump her first love's new mess on me again. She stormed into my old place, waving some fake agreement with my name on it, but all she found was dust. Panicking, she ran downstairs and cornered the shop owner. "William?" he said. "He's been dead five years. Heard the family of that malpractice case found him. Stabbed him up bad." Delia laughed it off, like the guy was making it up. "So what if he got suspended? He's still sulking over that?" She rolled her eyes. "Tell him this—he's got three days. If he doesn't show, I'm cutting off his sister's cancer treatment." She muttered something ugly, slammed the door, and left. The shop owner just watched her go, shaking his head. "There's no sister left," he said quietly. "She died years ago... couldn't pay for treatment."