The Wanted Wife: Daddy, Mommy Escapes again! - Chapter 13: The Purpose of Austin’s Return

“I'll bite you. Right here,” he pointed to his own arm, then his leg, then his neck, his smile widening.“I'll bite and bite and bite until I feel the blood run down my teeth. Until you scream just like him.” He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving theirs.“Want to see how much you can bleed before you pass out?”- A 7 year old once said*****Hiroshi Watanabe and his friend, Owen were survivors of Zombie apocalypse and Black Dawn, a catastrophic event where the sun itself turned against humanity, scorching the earth and leaving only ashes in its wake.But death was not the end. Hiroshi woke up—not in the burning wastelands of Earth, but in the grand hall of a noble estate, surrounded by stone pillars and robed figures.He found himself in the body of Axelius Dravenhart, the seven-year-old of the Noble Family of Dravenhart—renowned across the Kingdom of Archantia as the Greatest Beast Tamers for generations.Yet, his new life was far from a blessing. Axelius was labeled a disgrace from birth: No mana core, mana-less, unblessed, and shunned during the grand Awakening Ceremony—a moment where nobles discover their affinities, whether it be Elemental Magic, Weapon Mastery, Spiritual Arts, or Beast Taming.In a world dominated by powerful abilities and prestigious bloodlines, Axelius was nothing more than a powerless shadow, ignored by his own family and ridiculed by noble society.But Hiroshi was no ordinary soul. Armed with the memories of surviving Apocalypse and the instincts of a fighter, he soon discovered a dark hidden power.While the Dravenharts prided themselves on taming majestic beasts, Hiroshi, now Axelius, held the power to tame the untamable: Monsters. These terrifying creatures, feared from civilization for their uncontrollable nature, would bend to his will.The Dravenhart legacy of taming would not be denied to him—not by blood, nor by fate.--------BEASTS - Magestic,noble creatures, sacred companions of tamers.MONSTERS – Chaotic, often corrupted creatures. Dangerous, untamable by normal methods. Feared by society.Psycho MC✅Stubborn ✅No harem✅One FL ✅

Reborn in the world of Naruto, Otis is granted a single “Legendary Skill”: Throwing. No chakra beasts. No kekkei genkai. Just the art of hurling things... perfectly. Now a towering five-year-old in Konoha, Otis must survive a ninja world that laughs at his gift — until they see what a true master of throwing can do.------------------------------------------Disclaimer:This is a fan fiction inspired by Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto. All rights belong to their original owners. No copyright infringement intended. For concerns, contact me and I’ll take it down.------------------------------------------(A/N):This Fanfiction is written by me.This is not a translation or adaptation.I upload on Webnovel, Royal Road, and Scribble Hub only------------------------------------------Want to read ahead?Join my Patreonpatreon.com/pacifist01https://discord.gg/SeF8utGspM

What do you think would happen when a mean and cranky bitch was suddenly thrown into a new world with no fault of her own? At least that is what she chose to believe.

A new world where she would be dubbed as a “Villainess”.

The hardest to impress and scariest judge on the national talent search show, ‘The Dreamer’ had now transmigrated to an old historical world.

One with no internet, no cell phone and worst of all no women's rights!

A strong-willed woman who had an opinion about everything was now stuck in a land where her thoughts did not matter.

Not only did she have to live her new life, adapting and mending her ways to survive in this world but also she had to do it in the body of a mere child?

“You think that by dropping me in this backward ass world, I'm going to approve of your work?” A young Yvonne yelled as she stared at the bright morning sky.

“Dream on!” She flipped her middle finger and walked away with her head held high.

The God watching her from high up in the sky almost puked blood when he saw her disrespectful actions.

'Looks like my punishment wasn't enough!' He growled causing the clouds to darken and thunder to rumble in the skies.

Years later,

“Just be a good girl and follow everything he says. You will belong to him after all.” Said the woman who sat by her side, gently caressing her hands.

'What did this lady just say? Hmph… Yvonne St. Claire belongs to no one!'

Though her thoughts were rebellious, she still submissively nodded her head in agreement.

'Let's see who will belong to whom!' Yvonne lowered her head to hide the sparks of fury in her eyes.

Come, witness Yvonne’s journey as she strives hard to dodge the obstacles that stand in her way of leading a normal and peaceful life.

But will she be able to succeed when the heavens, particularly a certain God has different plans for her?

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.