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Naruto Ignored For His Sister

HIS last first date: falling for her innocence

How does it feel to leave your peaceful lake and move into a troubled ocean?". Annabelle, a young lady with a striking beauty, loses her little comfortable life after her  mother is diagnosed with leukemia and her father loses his job. Their once peacefully life became toxic for her and the rest of her family. Having two other siblings to look after, Annabelle decided it's best to leave college as she had no sponsor and being the eldest sibling, to support her family. In her desperation to get a job, she receives an offer to become a nanny to a grown young man.  Becoming Sinclair's personal servant  is  decision that left her soft, innocent self broken. Annabel who had always lived in the a family where she was treated as a princess, surrounded by her brothers  and a father who cared about her emotions now moves in with a harsh talker, Sinclair who takes pleasure in seeing her cry. He's not used to speaking nicely to people, it is not in his genes. "Are you just gonna stand there,  looking like a toothless bunny" Sinclair husky voice snaps Annabel out of her trans as he puffs out smoke from his nostrils approaching Anabel with a dangerous smirk. What will happen when this opposing world crashes, will Annabel be able to change Sinclair or will the good girl turn bad. Blurb: he had a non dating policy, he doesn't believe in love, he just want to use any girl that comes his way like a paper and toss into the trash can. But she believes in the world of love and her naiveness about the things of the world was a turn off for him. But will they ever get to accept each other's differences?. Climax: when things begins to get smooth between Sinclair and Anabel, a family crisis raise and Sinclair mom, had to persuade Anabel to leave Sinclair Resolution: Sinclair finds a way to resolve the family problem and decides to look for his love and they were able to continue their love. Plot Exposition: Anabel who once had a comfortable life had to sort for work when her mother became diagnosed with leukemia and her father loses his job at the same time. The devastating news broke her family financial stability and she had to drop out of college to help support her family. At the same period of her life, one bad boy in college from a wealth background and with an  expensive inheritance was troubling his mother a lot, requesting for new maid after firing a lot within a week. With a job offer available, Anabel jumps at the opportunity since she would be paid a huge amount of money. However Anabel was not expecting her new boss to be a complete asshole who takes joy in seeing her cry. "Get your fucking miserable self out" his favorite word became like the air she breaths in every moment. Having to watch his intimacy with countless girls was the least she had to endure in his hell. But she has no choice, even when she has to be his personal servant at his school, enduring the ridicule from him like an honorable award. Progressively, Sinclair begins to get drawn to Annabel's innocence. He became so possessive over her, to the point of sending his step brother whom  he had sworn not have anything to do with to the hospital. Plot twist: After Sinclair had sworn to make Annabel his first last date, his father who had divorced his mother and was married to a wealthy daughter of a politician, propose a contract marriage for him. Sinclair being his  stubborn self refuses the offer, then his father threatens to withdraw his only inheritance including withdrawing his support to his mother.  In other to save the future, Sinclair's mother goes and met Annabel and  persuade her to break up with Sinclair and run away from the country which she agreeded to, leaving Sinclair in a position to go after Annabel or break his first last date principle.
Maryann_Chinelo · 364 Views

A Throne For Sister: Rise Of The Dragon

Eirik Boris was never the type to accept a deal nor offer quickly, but with the girl in front of him, the riot that’s currently going on in the kingdom, and the rumor of the old king's bloodline, there are just too many things at stake. He looked at her with his eyes full of doubts, knowing very well that not only his life was at stake, but his region, too. But at the same time, if the girl in front of him is who she claimed to be, then a new beginning shall begin in the kingdom. It will be a new dawn of glory, a new turn—around, especially for the commoners. With a sharp blade in her hand, unlike anything Eirick had ever seen, which had a crystal that had a glinting red onyx at its end, the girl stepped into the long, narrow bridge, ready to prove that she was from the bloodline of the old king. “If you fail, I’ll surely deliver you to the king myself.” Eirik made it sound like a warning, and like he was not interested in her at the same time. But deep down, Eirick cared. If this girl turns out to be carrying the blood of the old king, then things will turn around for great. And if not, then he’d gladly deliver her to the king. At least, by doing that, he’d still have to keep his head, his family, and his region. And maybe, just maybe, the king will give him a limited punishment, but not a death sentence. “I won't fail,” Eirick heard her replying without turning, her voice full of uncertainty, though. Eirik held his daughter's hand, leading her back slowly, his armor bearer following, and then the nobles, a hundred of them who had come to watch the so-called girl who claimed to be carrying the blood of the old king venturing to the narrow bridge where she would recover what was left behind by the Old king himself. Before the old king vanished, he had said that only his true bloodline could cross the narrow bridge and retrieve what he had hidden there. Many people had come to attempt it, all of them claiming to be the son or daughter of the old king, and all of them had failed. This girl won't be an exception, at least, that's what they thought, not until the unexpected happened. As usual, the ghost guardian of the bridge, a being forged from magic with extraordinary abilities, emerged from the chasm of the bridge, standing tall and proud in front of the girl with a rapier in his hand. He didn't give the girl a chance to blink; he charged, the sound of metal against metal filling the air, sparkles flying out, and groaning of the two filled the atmosphere, too. And then, when everyone thought the girl would fail like the rest, they noticed her body shimmering, a great aura coming out of her body like a mist, her hair flaring in flame like a ghost rider, but she was not. And then, the blade radiated extra light, before the girl took full transformation herself. She easily bypassed the ghost as he presented his attack, moving with the grace of a leaf dancing in the wind, but in a blur that everyone hardly saw her moving. Before the ghost could wheel to face her, the girl struck him hard at the temple with the hilt of her blade, followed by a kick in the chest, which sent the ghost tumbling down the bridge. Normally, a ghost shouldn't feel attacked or get hit since he's partially invincible, but the girl was not ordinary either. She’s from the lineage of King Saul, making her the rightful heir to the kingdom of Agapanthus, and she just proved that to everyone by defeating an undefeatable foe.
Memento_01 · 2.2K Views

His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
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