Red Storm - Chapter 158

World ended on 12:31:2024DING!WELCOME TO REBIRTH: 100 DAYS BEFORE DOOMSDAY!Grace Blackwood survived five long years in the apocalypse before she was killed by her own people. Miraculously, she returned to the past with the help of her family's heirloom - exactly 100 days before the Doomsday.Having a space that was upgraded with a system, she took her revenge, stockpiled supplies for the future, and made necessary deals and connections.In her last life, she was alone. But this time, she found four men who were loyal to her and were ready to die just to keep her safe.In her previous life, she lost her most trusted people, but this time, she was ready to do anything to save them.This time, she was ready to face the apocalypse - stronger and better than the past.* * *Warning: This is a Reverse Harem Romance with mature content.

Set in the world of Naruto, the story follows the emotional journey of Naruto Uzumaki as he makes a life-altering decision to leave the village of Konoha. After fulfilling his promise to Sakura by bringing Sasuke back, Naruto feels a sense of stagnation in the village. No longer finding purpose in staying, and without any immediate threats, he decides to follow in Jiraiya’s footsteps and embark on a journey of self-discovery.This is a romantic and drama novel, it will not concentrat on adventure or fighting.This is an excerpt from one of the chapters:........As they walked, ***** pouted. “Naruto… My hair got wet… Lift me up a little more.”Naruto raised an eyebrow, a strange smile forming on his lips.Kushina narrowed her eyes. “What are you thinking…?!”His grin widened.******* gasped in realization. “No. No, no… Don’t even think about it!”And suddenly, he lowered her to the level of the river, her **** hair spreading over the surface like silk. She screamed, “Naruto… you've soaked me… what am I going to do with you now?”She reached into the water and splashed some at him, saying, “Alright… then take this…”Naruto turned his face away to avoid getting wet, laughing, then looked at her playfully and said, “If you don't stop, I'll throw you completely into the water.”She replied with a challenge, still teasing, “Then do it… and I'll take you with me.”They locked eyes for a moment before bursting into happy laughter. Then Naruto lifted her again and continued walking...........

The thousand-year-old Imperium is crumbling, and war looms on the horizon, bringing with it both brutalities and splendor. Caught in the midst of this chaos is Lansius, an office grunt and veteran MMO player who has been transformed into a medieval peasant. With no wealth, status, or magical abilities, and armed only with his basic knowledge of the art of war, can he endure and thrive in this realistic medieval fantasy realm?Follow Lansius as he moves from one occupation to another, striving to survive during these turbulent times.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?