Why Doesn't Kakashi Show His Face

I loved him for all the dangers he passed Aurora Martin, A charming sweet innocent girl with a beauty so bright it could blind one’s eyes, Taken away from prying dangerous eyes and never to be seen in the actual world! Aurora dreams of her Prince Charming in a white robe and white flying horse to take her away from the cactus. But what happens when her prince charming comes in form of a dying man...? This is a tangled inspired romance but with it’s own twists and turns..

Angela Woodson; perky, buoyant and an innocent seventeen year old, who lives to make others smile. She's the kind of girl who can only love. She overlooks the bad in people and always sees the good in them. She always helps others even if it be a bloody murderer. Mason King; the leader of the most powerful gang, Viri Sanguinum. He is said to be cold, ruthless and a blood thirsty killer. He never grants mercy. Never helps nobody. But as they say, no one is born with bad. Circumstances make them. What possessed him to do this? With a dreadful past that still haunts him, Mason was bound to become bad. *** What if certain circumstances lead them to collide? Opposites attract they say. Is it possible in this case?

She is a free spirit, trapped in a bird cage of death, danger and despair. Little Alessa has always known one thing above all- she was born to be the perfect Principessa of the Cosa Nostra, the Italian Mafia. She was urged to smile when asked to, laugh even when the jokes were anything but funny, charming to all who were allies. She was perfection incarnate...well, that's what they think. They know nothing of her wild abandon, of her plans to be anything but the perfect princess, royalty of a world dredged so deep in blood, she choked on it. Her plans to run were absolute...well, until HE came along. The mysterious Pakan-a Don like her father- shielded by the shadows that he ruled from. He was the anomaly that she least expected. He destroyed her plans and she hated him for it. So why then does her heart beat so fast when he is near? Why is he the one she thinks about before she sleeps? Why does she so long to see him when she's sad? She wanted the freedom, the life beyond the shadows and explore the world. But Emerald colored eyes, cocky smirks, rough hands, cigarettes and darkness were starting to look a little more appealing...

Emily is a sweet woman who many people adore because of her kind heart. She has everything she ever wanted except for one, to find a man who will love her like her father loved her mother. She wants her own love story, but what if she gets tangled up with a man who is already married one day? How will she handle it? How will she react, and what are the things she is willing to do for the man that she loves? What are the things she's ready to give up for them to be together?

On her wedding day, Elena loses everything; her parents, her freedom, and her future when she’s forced into marriage with ruthless Mafia boss Alexandro Di Falco. But when Rafael, the Don’s most loyal man and consigliere, saves her life, their fates become dangerously entwined. Bound by duty yet torn by desire, Rafael must protect the woman he should never want. As secrets about Elena’s parents’ deaths unravel and betrayal festers inside the Cosa Nostra, the two are drawn into a storm of violence, power, and forbidden love. Together, they must decide: surrender to the Don’s cruelty, or risk everything to challenge the empire that could destroy them both

Rita Anderson is the young beautiful President of the Anderson Empire. She was engaged to Edmundo Brabra, the son of the senator Brabra. But Edmundo is arrogant, rude, self-centered brat who's second tittle should carry the word "Cassa Nova. Rita knew her parents forcing her to be with Edmundo Brabra was purely political and for future collaboration. She detest the idea. What will happen when the man Rita Anderson falls in love with is her chauffeur, Rodrigo? The battle of defending her love has begun.. Will Rita and Rodrigo swim through the tide and come out strong or they will not win in this battle?

At age 5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend. At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile. I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world. At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called. At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew. From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to.

“I should’ve known you weren’t as reckless as me,” he says quietly. “You’re Elliot’s little girl after all.” “I’m not a little girl,” I snap. “I’m twenty-five.” “And I’m almost twice your age, Natalie,” he says, almost like he’s giving up. “But that didn’t stop you from coming to me.” In a second, he has me pinned against the wall. His hands trails up the sides of my body. “Do you want me to stop?” he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. “I waited for you that night,” I whisper, my hand sliding up his chest. “I imagined us doing all the things you implied you’d do.” He groans softly, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through his chest. “Did you touch yourself?” he asks in a whisper, his eyes closed. My other hand moves lower, trailing down his body until I brush against the hard evidence of his desire. I feel his breath hitch, and I smirk, knowing what I’m doing to him. “Yeah, but it was your hands I was feeling.” On the brink of her second wedding anniversary, Natalie Jones uncovers a devastating betrayal—her husband, Michael Cooper, embraced passionately with his mistress. Confronting him in a dimly lit restaurant, Nat exposes his scheme to marry her for her father’s fortune and storms out, her heart shattered but her resolve unbroken. Ric Steward, on the other hand — billionaire and philanthropist — never expected his evening to ignite with scandal. When he sees Natalie—radiant, powerful, and on the edge of a breakdown—he’s immediately captivated. Their fiery, forbidden attraction is challenged when Ric learns she’s the daughter of a longtime friend. But that doesn’t stop Nat. It only makes her want Ric more…

HIS DESIRE is a book that evolves around James, a wealthy CEO, who was hunting for love, and Joyce, the talkative with a petty job and a petty salary. She was in dire need of a new job but what happens when, with her loquacious personality, has insulted the CEO of the company she submitted her application and had been invited for an interview?

Devon Ellis lived his life poor. For him to survive, he became a courtesan. In simpler terms, Devon became a prostitute. He was left without having any choice but to take the risk. His work was not easy, but he'll swallow his dignity and close his eyes after the customer paid him. But things changed when Tyson Bancroft saw him. Tyson Bancroft is a model who is always on the heat and is after some fun. He was a playboy and a fuckboy. A bedwarmer is what he needs so that he could sleep well at night. As soon as Tyson bought Devon, a spark lit up in their hearts. And from hooking turned out to be in a relationship. Time flew fast, and so does them. Their relationship did not work out, and they parted ways. But what happened if two hearts will meet again? Would they hookup? Or would they fell in love again? Or maybe they would be friends? Now that he is carrying his child and Devon had a husband. "When you leave me broke and lost, that's when somebody saved me, rescued me, and owned me again," Devon. "I lose my Diamond while I was busy picking up stones," Tyson. "What's mine will be mine forever. Bloody or not, what's mine will always be mine," Hunter.