Tsunade Tickle

“Ugh…enough with the threats, sourpuss.” I huffed. He wasn’t the only one that was good at giving people funny nicknames. “And in case you don’t know…having to be in a fake relationship with you is already making life a living hell for me.” I dropped my voice to a small whisper just in case anyone was eavesdropping. We were in an open place after all. “Speaking of our relationship, I’m not sure if you know who Naomi is but she’s already suspecting that something’s off so you better do something about it. If you would have listened to me when I told you how ridiculous this idea was then maybe we wouldn’t have to be dealing with all of this.” My eyes drooped. “What are you talking about?” His brows dipped as he took a step back. Oh wow, he couldn’t even understand a few words. Who would’ve thought that he’d be so dumb? “Naomi thinks it’s unusual for us to be in a relationship.” I drawled with air quotes. “You better do something about it if you don’t want people to doubt you.” I said sizing him up and I was just leaving when I had barely even taken a few steps and something yanked me back. My back hit the wall, and before I could even process what just happened, a warm hand landed on my waist, fingers pressing just enough to make my breath hitch. My eyes snapped up…only to find Liam’s face hovering way too close to mine, his blue eyes sharp and calculating. “What…” My voice came out weak. Embarrassingly weak. “Where do you think you’re going, four eyes?” His voice was low, his breath tickling my cheek. My stomach flipped and I swallowed hard. “Liam, what the hell are you doing?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in…his lips nearly grazing my ear. Panic surged through me. He was too close. Way too close. “Didn’t you just say I should do something about this girl’s suspicions?” he murmured, his voice dropping into something almost dangerous. I blinked, confused. “What?” He ignored me completely, his fingers tightening slightly against my waist. “And what better way is there to clear someone’s doubt than not giving them room for it?” My heart stuttered and I suddenly became hyper aware of the way we looked…his body caging me in, my hands pressed flat against the wall, his head dipped low, his mouth close enough that if I moved even an inch… Oh, crap. ~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theodora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Christian Tsunade a high schooler in the respected Sakura academy, but Christian is a boy that get pissed easily, and because of this he can be violent, being someone who beats up people he is hated by almost everyone in the academy, but one day changed that, three people helped Christian to accept people and value their company, but the more Christian knew about these people the more he saw their own hell, and now Christian tries to help his friends that helped him.

Arin Valkar doesn’t remember who he was, where he came from, or why he woke up in a cultivation sect with no pants. What he does know is pain. Glorious, bone-crushing, soul-tickling pain. Welcome to the Saint Morrow Sect—a prestigious place where Arin’s official job is to get punched. Repeatedly. Daily. Professionally. But surprise! Every blow makes him stronger. Literally. Thanks to a system that rewards suffering, Arin's path to power is paved with bruises, sarcasm, and the occasional near-death experience. Oh, and did we mention there’s a spy girl with murder in her eyes who might also be his biggest fan? This is the story of a man who found enlightenment not through meditation, but through becoming the sect’s most annoying masochist. Because sometimes, to break the heavens, you’ve gotta get broken first.

He was born from a wound the empire tried to seal. A child of silence — Ian — carved between a predator and a pawn. Damian, too gentle for war and too shattered to speak, was never meant to carry the heir of a tyrant. And yet, he did. Ciel, the brother who watched from the gilded shadows, raised the boy as his own — Not out of love, but out of penance. They built a home from glass, pretending it was gold. But glass remembers every crack. And so does Ian. When death took Damian like it takes the quiet ones, And grief buried Ciel soon after, the throne passed to Anaskin — the heir born of accident, raised to rule, never meant to love. But love found him anyway, in the form of a boy with his father’s eyes and his uncle’s ghosts. Ian smiles like a prince, but touches like a question that can’t be answered. He’s the empire’s last truth — and Anaskin’s final sin. In a palace of lies, who dares to love the wound? "He was born from a curse, but I kissed him like a prayer." or "To love him was treason. To leave him was death."

the hallways was always cold,and quiet the tickling sounds of blood added to the rythm like a fine tune like it always does before I woke up with a stab wound on four parts of my and the fifth was stitched up.

"I don't know what game you're playing," he murmured as they moved across the floor, "but marrying me was a dangerous move." "I didn't marry you," Isla hissed. "I don't even know you." "Then how do you explain this?" From his pocket, he produced a photo—a selfie of the two of them, her head on his shoulder, both smiling. Isla's heart pounded as she stared at the image. It was undeniably her, wearing a dress she'd never seen before. "That's... impossible," she whispered. "Where did you get this?" "It was on my phone the morning after our supposed wedding." His grip tightened slightly. "Along with hotel receipts, champagne charges, and this." He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a watch—platinum with a navy face. Isla stared at it, a flash of something like memory tickling the edges of her mind. "What about that watch?" "According to the engraving, it was a wedding gift. From you." He turned it over, revealing tiny words etched into the back: To D, Forever Yours, I. Isla Bennett has it all—until she wakes up married to a stranger and pregnant with no memory of how she got there. With her career on the line and her past closing in, Isla must uncover the truth before everything unravels. But trusting her heart may be the most dangerous choice of all.

*This is an R-18 story. It involves foul language, sexual content, and violence.* Lucifer the Second, also known as Louie, is the only child of the Devil. His father is the notorious archangel who betrayed God, and his mother was a ruthless and powerful demon. Louie is a unique half-breed who's eager to step up and take over as the ruler of Hell. However, there is a catch. He must marry. But his future queen is not just one of the half-demons that populate Hell, but an angel. Unbeknownst to him, his father and grandfather made a deal when he was a child, and now he has to honor that deal if he wants to take the throne. Louie believes that his bride-to-be will be nothing more than a nuisance, but when she arrives in a fiery explosion reserved for those angels that have been cast out, his world is turned upside down. It doesn't take long for Louie to realize that his fallen angel is not what he was expecting. Fiesty, outspoken, and cute, he finds himself very intrigued by her and the secrets she holds. Follow Louie and his angelic bride as they navigate their unconventional relationship and embark on adventures in this slow-burn, spicy romance. Excerpt: "What do you propose then?" She asked, lifting her head off his leg and taking a drink from her glass. "You're letting me decide?" He smirked, putting his drink on the side table and leaning forward. "I didn't say I'd agree." She rolled her eyes before turning and leaning her back against his legs, placing her own glass on the ground next to her. Lucifer leaned back against the couch and stretched his arms across the back of it, "I was just going to suggest you make right on our deal from earlier." He proposed. "Ahh." She answered, tilting her head back so she could see Lucifer's face, which held an amused look and a genuine smile, "You really think you held up your end, huh?" She asked with her own smirk, once again letting her head rest on his legs as she looked straight up at the star-speckled sky. She was a wee bit tipsy, and maybe that had something to do with how she was feeling, but it really was a beautiful night. With the warmth of the little balcony playing alongside the moment of sharing their deepest pains with one another, She found herself not only feeling closer but also quite comfortable with her Devil. "Undoubtedly." He replied to her question, and she raised a brow, "Admittedly, there was a hiccup or two, but nothing that ruined the evening." He defended, "Plus, I resolved them, did I not?" "A hiccup?" She scoffed, looking as far up as her eyes would allow so she could see him, "Someone tried to kill me, Luce." Lucifer placed a hand on each cheek and leaned over her so that he stared directly into her eyes. Pools of blue looking down and sparkling emeralds looking up, "Tried." He said in almost a whisper. She felt his warm breath on her forehead while his hair tickled her face, "Didn't I protect you? Kept you safe?" "I suppose," She agreed, blushing as he shifted forward a bit more so that his lips were now just an inch or so above hers. "Then may I please have what you promised me?" Lucifer asked again. She swallowed and gave a slight nod.

I, Yagyu Satoru, am a time traveler who was adopted by Tsunade as a child. There is no system, no natural Rinnegan, but has the strength template of Gojo Satoru. [Six eyes. 】 [No lower limit technique. 】 [Reverse the spell. 】 [Homeopathy. 】 [The power of positive and negative poles. 】 After opening the six eyes, I have full-attribute Chakra, and the amount of Chakra at the level of the tailed beast. Currently a special Jōnin of Konoha Shinobi village. I'm not interested in conquering the world, or making troubles everywhere, I just want to live an ordinary life. For many reasons, I am currently the teacher of Class 7.

The waves ripple around me, calling me in a whisper, Into the deepest part of the ocean. As I walk on the soft sand, the water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand, giving me the sweetest sensation. Oh ocean, why do I feel so attracted to you? Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers? As it causes cold shivers down my spine. I could hear your gentle lullaby, It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honest Just like a refined diamond. Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper? Caressing waves upon the shore, Once again you beckon me. Why do you show yourself at my doorstep? Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go? Why do you call me so desperately? I want to know, cause when the sea calls? Who will answer?

Born of a celestial bloodline, raised in the heart of Konoha. Sent to Earth as a child to escape the brutal civil war of the Ōtsutsuki Clan, he was taken in by Uzumaki Mito and hidden among the shinobi of Konoha. Mistaken for a half-Hyūga due to his strange chakra and eyes, he embraced the misunderstanding, living in the shadows of his true identity. But as he grew stronger, the weight of his lineage became impossible to ignore. When he develops a unique technique—an evolution of Yamata no Orochi, transforming his obsession with knowledge into a path toward an information-based existence—he takes his first step toward awakening the dormant power within him. With each battle, he inches closer to reclaiming his heritage, refining his chakra into something never seen before: an Ōtsutsuki bloodline of his own creation. Yet the path to ascension is fraught with danger. As his power draws the attention of Madara Uchiha, Danzo, and even the unseen hands of the Ōtsutsuki beyond the stars, he must navigate a world that fears and covets his abilities. With allies like Orochimaru, Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Sakumo Hatake at his side, he sets out to unify the ninja world, unravel the mysteries of chakra itself, and prepare for the looming war against the celestial invaders. But power alone will not be enough. To carve a future free from the cycle of destruction, he must become more than a warrior—he must become a leader, a creator, and the first of a new kind of Ōtsutsuki. The question is… will the world be ready?

"Have you heard of the legend?" A granny starts with her grandchild in her lap Once upon a time in a land enveloped by snow,a land unvisited by the sun where even a fraction of fire could not exist There lived a tyrant A ghost king,who emerged victorious from fighting over thousands and thousands of ghosts in one go And on the day the divine heaven regarded as the one day the sun shines the brightest,what should've been bright and warm,became dark and cold,for it is also that day that the tyrant emerged victorious claiming the title Ghost king,the 5th of the heavenly calamity,the heaven shook for 6 incense time that day "What does the ghost king look like granny?"the grandchild ask innocence burning in his eyes as it sparkled,so his grandmother says They say he is like ice,skin so pale he looked like a dead body pulled from the depth of ocean,hair frosty white that almost came down to hide his eyes,and his eyes......one look at his eyes and you accept you fate,for his eyes screamed death,a sorrowful mourn of the dead,as if his eyes contains death itself Oh!and people says he has holes on his face too "Really granny? that's not true right?" "Who knows?but it's time for you to go to bed now,or else he will come"His granny tickles his toes, giggle bursting out "B-but granny, you've never told me his name" No one knows his name actually,but since his story came and reached the farthest of land,he was known to be called "Graceful white death",for the chilling breeze and the freezing cold announced his presence, And it is said even the sun would freeze in fear of him

Breasts are NOT supposed to spontaneously grow for no reason. Women's personalities do NOT flip on their heads without warning. These are two things Tsunade believes wholeheartedly. Until Hinata's embarrassingly large girls begin to expand even bigger than before. Heralding her devolution from a sweet and innocent young lady into a foul-mouthed slut with tits like weather balloons. Tsunade intends to find out why.

In "Fractals," Sarang embarks on a spectacular voyage as reality unravels. Join him on this mind-bending journey of mystery, intrigue, and a dramatic vision change. In the distant future, our protagonist explores a world where perceptions are broken and discovers a secret reality in the mysterious shards strewn over the sky. The air in this enigmatic region crackles with supernatural energy, tickling his senses and increasing his interest. The familiar environment becomes a kaleidoscope of twisted shapes and colours, testing his reality. Our protagonist deciphers the skies' mysteries, driven by a hunger for knowledge.

"Asher, no." She said weakly. She sounded needy and pathetic according to her but that would have to for the moment. "I can hear the need in your voice, you little liar." He whispered as he came even closer so that his breath was tickling her neck while he spoke in her ear. She herself could feel the need as it made a bead or two of sweat to form on her brow. She was excited about it much more than she could ever tell anyone. She however knew better than to do it on the day her sister was meant to get engaged. "At least not today." She whispered back with her eyes shut trying to calm her racing heart down enough to reason with him. "So you saying if it wasn't today and we were in the same position you wouldn't hesitate?" He asked so close to her ear that she shivered in delight and a small giggle left her mouth at the same time as it was her tickle spot making him chuckle at the feeling.

Transported to the world of Naruto and activating the Negative Energy System, I realized that as long as I can induce negative emotions in people, such as anger, annoyance, anxiety, fear, sadness, jealousy, and so on, I can earn rewards. Since you Konoha call me the evil Uchiha, let me show you the true evil of the Uchiha! So, Uchiha Shiroha took action. "Mikoto, you don't want Uchiha Fugaku to lose his position as clan leader!..." "Kushina, you don't want Minato to die on the battlefield!..." "Tsunade, you don't want to just watch Nawaki die like this!..." "Kaguya, you don't want to be sealed on the moon again either..." [Disclaimer] This is an translated and edited work. Credits to the OG Author: Hai Lang Zhong De Yu

Aiden's life was once one of power, ambition, and betrayal. Born as the heir to a vast empire, he had it all—until his father, the ruthless Emperor, cast him aside, ordering his death to solidify his own reign. But death is not the end for Aiden. Reborn into a world of innocence, he finds himself as a helpless infant once again, with the echoes of his past life still haunting his soul. In the arms of his mother, Lyria, who had long suffered from the Emperor’s cruelty, Aiden awakens to a world where nothing is as it seems. With memories of his previous life and a thirst for vengeance, he grows stronger every day, uncovering the depths of his power and the mysteries surrounding his rebirth. As his bond with his mother, grandmother, and other powerful women in his life deepens, Aiden realizes that his destiny is far greater than he ever imagined. With each passing day, his strength evolves, allowing him to travel between realms, conquer gods, and steal the hearts of legendary women from other worlds—like Mito Uzumaki, Tsunade, and even goddesses from distant realms. But Aiden is not just after power—he is driven by revenge. The father who abandoned him, who sentenced him to death, will feel his wrath. With the ability to create and destroy entire universes, Aiden’s path to godhood is unstoppable. He will tear apart the omniverse itself if that’s what it takes to exact his revenge and claim what is rightfully his. In a world where betrayal runs deep and alliances mean nothing, Aiden will rise, shattering the very fabric of existence as he seeks to become the most powerful being in all realms—an omnipotent ruler of time, space, and love. Will he find redemption in the love of the women who surround him? Or will the darkness of his past consume him, leaving nothing but ashes in his wake?

“You think you have everything figured out by forcing me to marry you, don’t you? Tsk!” Roxanne spat mockingly, her eyes spitting fire at the man before her. “I love you too, Roxxy.” Sebastian regarded her with an endearment that always caused her skin to crawl. A soft smile laced his lips-one she longed to wipe off his face. If possible, Roxanne wished she could tear his treacherous face with her bare hands. “I will so make you pay, Sebastian Sinclair. You would wish you never crossed paths with me. That is a promise!” As she whispered these words into his ear, her warm breath tickled his skin, causing Sebastian to lose control. Before she could step away from him, he swiftly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. The slow love song in the background added to the fake image of love between the couple. The grand wedding reception had no flaw, except the singular couple that stood in the middle of the dance floor. One was overjoyed to finally have her, while the other couldn’t wait to torment him for every pain he caused her. “Get your filthy hands off…” Before Roxanne could finish her words, her husband claimed her lips hungrily, causing her to go stiff in his arms, after all, she couldn’t push him away in the presence of all the guests. The loud cheers and applause filled the room, making almost everyone envious of the power couple. However, one thing was certain, all hell would break loose soon enough. ============== In her past life, Roxanne Winslow felt nothing but pure hatred towards her husband. For all she knew, he got her brother arrested and later murdered in prison. However, he still used that fact to force her into a marriage, hiding the truth about her brother’s death from her. As payback, Roxanne cheated on him, plotted, and even schemed against her husband, until she was finally faced with a divorce agreement from Sebastian. It was only after she gladly signed the divorce document and ended up betrayed, scammed, miserable and dead that she realised Sebastian Sinclair has always been the umbrella that blocked out the scorching sun for her. Now that she got a second chance to live, Roxanne would worship the ground on which Sebastian steps, just so he won’t bring up the topic of divorce. She must atone for all her sins, protect Sebastian, and make him happy in this lifetime. The problem is, even if she wanted to remain Mrs Sinclair, a thousand reasons were waiting to tear their fragile union apart...

Zhang Xuan was unexpectedly reborn just before the zombie outbreak. By a lucky coincidence, he obtained the corpse-refining technique secretly passed down by his ancestors. With this technique, he refined himself into the peerless Heavenly Ancestor Zombie that surpassed the four great Ancestor Zombies. When the zombie apocalypse arrived in full force, Zhang Xuan, who had achieved great success in corpse-refining, burst out like a fierce lion. "Just you zombies, you dare to challenge zombies?" Zhang Xuan snorted disdainfully. "Even if given the chance, you are useless. Is this tickling-like attack just to tease me?" And the woman who had spent a night with Zhang Xuan was actually a mysterious vampire? When the two faced each other, the vampire was instantly dumbfounded and thought to herself: Can I really handle such an existence? Zhang Xuan's gaze accidentally fell on the coffin left by his ancestors, and he was so shocked that his jaw dropped. "Damn it! Oboi! Chang Yuchun! How did these once-in-a-generation prodigies all become zombies? This can't be opened easily. What if the king of men, Di Xin, is released? That would be terrible!" Until the alien army...

What if Tsunade had a kid before the 3rd great shinobi war(kakashi's age). Genji is a reincarnated person but doesn't have there previous memory or experience, but mentally they are older. I do not own Naruto this is my first fanfic not a miracle story so expect bad writing, grammar, and story. I will upload on my free time and I will look at ideas in the comments so I can write the story. No hate comments I know writing and grammar is horrible so if you dont like story go read a other story or comment what I'm doing wrong. Hopefully you like the story.

In the midst of the winter season, the cold air that tickles my nose and the thick clothes I was wearing to keep my body warm and the slippery edge of the rooftop building I was standing. The city covered with snows as snowflakes keep on falling. Ah, this is the best day to die... The cold winter was reminded me of my parents. Will they cry if I die? Will they regret everything that they've done so far? Or they will still stay on my very-ill older sister side?

She was a human despised by her family but was strongly desired by the vampire king. Evelyn Starkins, a human born in a vampire family and was chosen to be the sacrificial lamb offered to the Vampires. Her fate took a new turn when the King realized she was the one he was seeking. He couldn't resist her. ........... "Do you think you can run away from me?" Eve heard his deep voice whisper in her ears which made her knees weaken. "I can if you let me," she said hoping he would free her. "And you think I will?" He brushed the tip of his nose lightly along the sides of her neck, causing her breath to hitch. He pulled away to stare at her flushed face. "Breathe my charm." "Breathe while you still can," he growled, his hot breath tickling her ears. "You tried to run away, and now you will get punished." He pressed his lips to her neck, leaving trails of fiery kisses along her skin. "I'm going to make you regret every step you took," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll punish you so hard that you'll beg.. but for more." His fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine as she fought to control her breathing. She knew she should be scared, but the way he was he took control of her body, the way his touch ignited a fire within her, made her shamelessly excited for his punishment.. ....... Note: cover is not mine

[Mature content and trigger warning] Jeremy stepped closer while Eloisee stepped back. His lips tickled up into a smirk, his fangs out for the world. “ You thought because he was here to take you, you'd be safe from me? How naive my little pet, you can never escape me, even if you go to the edge of the world ill still be here.” Eloisee’s eyes widened. The choice of words Jeremy used were the same ones he used before, she started to scream in her heart. Not in that room, anywhere but that room. “ Jeremy stop, n-not here.” She let her thoughts slip out her mouth while tears fell freely down her face. Eloisee's back hit the wall and a veined arm slammed on the wall beside her head. She looked at the red eyes trembling. “ Oh so now you can talk back, such a spine you developed.” Jeremy spat, his face distorted from spite. ********************************************************************** Pain is all Eloisee Eileen knew, abused and mistreated by her stepsibling and stepmother, she has aspirations to run away and become an omega without a pack, just as her dreams are coming true and she is close to escaping the pain, she gets the shock of her life. She is being sold off to the Bloodhowl pack Alpha Riviera Luminary, to be his treasured wife in exchange for the Silvermount pack getting an alliance and resources. Being the alpha’s wife, Eloisee has to navigate the treacherous path of being a wife in a new pack while fighting demons from her past and present trying to drag her to the depths of hell with them, while finding it in her to love her husband and mate.

Power comes with a cost... and it was something she was willing to trade her soul for. A few nights before her wedding, Lauren sought a way to break her fourth engagement. Known for her bad reputation as the rebel princess, she was the only lady who had the guts to step foot on the Everston mansion, the house of a notorious warlord, in the middle of the night. She offered him a wicked alliance that the entire kingdom did not see coming: a marriage. A vixen pretending to be a damsel in distress and a man whose crimson eyes screaming for bloodshed. Could something blossom in this treacherous dance of lies and deception? -- "Are you upset?" She eyed him sharply. "Should I be honored that I got tricked by you, milord?" He drank the remaining wine in his glass with one gulp and put it on the wooden table. He stepped in front of her. His hand was on the rail on her side while his other hand grabbed her glass and finished her wine before putting it down. The way his Adam's apple moved with his every violent gulp made her feel a tickling heat around her nape. When he brought his attention back to her, he licked his lips to wipe off the trace of wine. "How shall I make it up to you then?" he asked with his deep voice, like a seductive devil asking his victim how she would like to be killed. Dangerous yet… enthralling. - Note: This is a dark fantasy-romance genre with a lot of gore, family feuds, steamy scenes, twists and turns, and other explicit content (no rape) that will rile you up and might give you a heart attack so basically this is not for soft-hearted ones, so read at your own risk!

Hirata is a 25-year-old orphan, who wants to be the best mangaka and create the best manga. After long five years of hard work, he finally completed his manga but died accidentally by hitting his head. Hirata woke up in the naruto world as Hirata Senju, Tsunade's classmate 40 years preyer to the Naruto storyline. Hirata Senju is a genius hard working. One of the few people highly regarded in the Senju clan. His family is his mother, Aika Senju, who works as an office lady to lead the family, and his father was killed in a mission. As a transmigrator who lacks familial love in both worlds, he decided to create his own happy family and protect them. Hirata decided to become mangaka in the naruto world and also creates his own network to act behind the screens which gives him more freedom.

A dark time when the creatures of shadow descended unto the tranquil human lands, making their existence known. A time followed when empires were led by humanity's conspiracy and betrayal, a time filled with hatred, but unbeknownst to the humans, they were only mere puppets, pawns of greater beings of darkness, entities with the power to crush anything and everything in their way. What happens when a small human girl catches the eye of one of these so-called greater beings, a pureblooded Lord? Can an ant such as her survive the political strifes and fearsome feuds between the lands and the monsters that control them. For those who fear vampires, ghosts and the unknown, I offer two words of advice… Tread lightly. -------- "Why should I avoid him? He was a perfect gentleman, a good man," Katherine Welcher argued in his defense. "Good or not, neither matter," Alexander Delcrov warned her, "As long as you're under my wing, you shall behave and listen to my words. Do not let any man kiss you, Katherine. I don’t want others to call you improper." "There was nothing improper about it! And I'm not yours to obey," she blurted out in annoyance, feeling her face flush with embarrassment for the second time this evening, "I mean, you can't order me aro—-" "So disobedient," he stated with nonchalance before moving his hand from her waist to her back, pulling her closer to him as they danced. His breath tickled her nape. "So you’ll only listen if you are mine?"

"What about us, Janelle?" Gideon asked, kneeling in a pool of blood. "We never existed!" Janelle replied "I gave you everything..." Gideon said "After taking everything away from me? I don't think you were expecting me to gloat over a piece of cake, after you destroyed my entire bakery!" Janelle replied tearing "I loved you, Janelle" "Your love was torturous, Gideon" "Says the woman who rejected a sacred bond because of rumors. Janelle, walk through that door, and we'll be strangers" "So be it!" **** Gideon followed the sweetest aroma that tickled his senses, until he found the owner of the sweet aroma. Janelle Johnson. Reserved. Calm. Happy. These were the words he would use to describe Janelle Johnson before she lost everything. Based on rumors, she rejected a bond she's longed for, her entire life. Evil. Wicked. Bold. These were what Janelle thought Gideon Sparks was until she had a close look at him. Fighting his own battles silently, Gideon watched Janelle slowly lead her people out of the hardship they landed and lended a helping hand. Rejecting his help was one thing her ego wanted, but her people came first. Accepting his conditions, meant she was exchanging her freedom for that of her people.

Travel through the Hokage and reborn Sasuke! Gain heaven-defying Comprehension at the start! In the original world, Sasuke had a tragic life experience, his entire clan was wiped out, he was deceived by Itachi, brainwashed by Obito, and played with by applause, and everything was clearly arranged! On the spur of the moment, you will get a severe beating! In the end, he cut off his hand, carried everything on his back, and left Konoha alone. The Uchiha clan fell... Sasuke after rebirth. [You feel the movement of Chakra, have an insight, and create unlimited Chakra practice! 】 [You sense the operating rules of Sharingan, have an insight, and create a perfect bloodline pure method! 】 [You observe the Eight Inner Gates Formation, have an insight, and create a physical training method - Dao Star Nine Palaces! 】 [You learn the Five Attributes Chakra Nature Transformation, have an insight, and create the Yin and Yang Technique! 】 … Heaven-defying skills, supernatural powers, and escape techniques were created one after another! What is a genius? This is genius! In addition, Tsunade, Terumi Mei, Sunset Red...etc. will also bloom for me and revitalize Uchiha! In this life, I will control everything! Konoha Village? No, the entire ninja world must believe in Uchiha!

In this dark comedy, we meet Don, a logical and cold-hearted African American man who was once the most evil supervillain in the world, responsible for the deaths of thousands. However, his life takes an unexpected turn when his mother slaps the black out of him, transforming him into a white man. To make matters worse, he is then killed by a 6-year-old child wielding an energy blast and finds himself in Hell. Don finds himself in Hell, but even the underworld can't handle his audacity. He beats up Satan, rips off his clothes, and shamelessly shares the moment on Hestagram, the Underworld's version of Instagram, for all his demons to see. As a result, Hell kicks him out, unable to keep up with his troublemaking. Now, Don is faced with an ultimatum: work for God as a therapist or face soul erasure. Reluctantly, he becomes a therapist, traveling to multiple worlds and universes to provide therapy, advice, and counseling to the strangest and stupidest beings he encounters. While Don enjoys being back to his original black self in the afterlife, there is little else he finds appealing about his new role. Forced to use the therapist name "White" despite his skin color, Don maintains his jerkish personality, delighting in being rude to his clients and cracking insulting jokes. He firmly believes that he is the embodiment of evil and sees no reason to change. This dark comedy follows Don as he begrudgingly fulfills his responsibilities as a therapist, embracing his wicked nature while working for God. Remember, folks, this is dark comedy. Don't take anything I say too seriously. But if you want a taste of my unique brand of therapy, well, strap in and prepare for a rollercoaster of insults and questionable advice. Don't say I didn't warn you." Disclaimer: This is all dark comedy, folks. It's just a wild and fictional tale to tickle your twisted sense of humor. Remember, it's all in good fun, and evilness is not to be taken seriously."