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At Hanlim Arts High School, nobody dares to get close to Lee Heeseung. Cold-eyed, sharp-tongued, and impossible to read, Heeseung is the kind of student who silences a room with a single glare. People fear him, admire him, avoid him. Except for one person. Park Sunghoon — the soft-spoken transfer student with pretty smiles, warm hands, and a dangerous habit of seeing good in everyone. Especially in Heeseung. What starts as constant arguments and hallway tension slowly turns into something neither of them can control. Because the more Sunghoon smiles at other people, the more possessive Heeseung becomes. And the more Heeseung pushes him away, the more Sunghoon wants to understand the lonely boy hiding underneath all that anger. But Hanlim is full of rumors, jealousy, and people waiting to tear them apart. And love? Love was never supposed to look like stolen glances across classrooms, bruised knuckles after fights, shared umbrellas in the rain, and a boy whispering “don’t touch him” like a warning. In a school where everyone thinks Heeseung is the villain, Sunghoon might be the only one capable of ruining him completely.

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Shinju no Kokoro The Heart of the Sacred Tree I never asked to be reborn. I never asked to become a seed, then a tree, then something men stare up at with their hands clasped and prayers on their lips. I was an ordinary man. A desk. A routine. A life that ended on an unremarkable day, in an unremarkable way. And then — soil. Roots. Silence. And then — her. In a feudal Japan that predates every legend ever told, men invent stories of monsters to explain what they cannot understand. Most of those stories are false. But deep in an ordinary forest grows a tree that is anything but. It has no name at first. No human shape. No voice. Only an ancient consciousness locked inside bark and silence — and a chakra so gentle, so vast, that crops bloom around it and the sick recover without anyone knowing why. The villagers worship it from a distance, heads bowed, hands pressed together. A seven-year-old girl walks up, presses her palm flat against the trunk, and says simply: "You need a name. I'll call you Shinju." That day, for the first time since his rebirth, he answers. For decades Shinju watches, grows, and learns what it means to exist without a human body — to love without touch, to protect without moving, to lose without tears. He watches Tsubaki live, age, and die peacefully against his trunk on an autumn morning. And he decides never to do it again. Seventy-one years later, bandits burn the village to the ground. And Shinju — for the first time — acts. What he didn't know: his grief was too vast. His chakra, too deep. In a single night he gives the survivors more power than any human was ever meant to hold — and the excess scatters across the world like seeds on the wind. Some seeds grow into protectors. Others grow into tyrants. Others still become things for which men have no words yet. Three white-haired children — bearing the visible mark of his chakra — become the first of a new age: Isamu, impulsive and loyal unto death. Hotaru, whose gentleness is a scar. Hayate, a dead hunter's son, closed to the world like a door with no handle. They are not heroes. Not yet. They are the first consequences of a divine mistake. I wanted to protect a village. I accidentally created an era. And now I can only watch — as always — unable to take back what I have sown. That's what it means to be a god, apparently. No choice. No control. Just roots — and everything that grows above. Shinju no Kokoro is an original fiction inspired by the Naruto universe — an absolute origin story of chakra itself, told by the one who is its unwilling source. Woven between dark epic and shonen spirit, between Japanese mythology and fragile humanity, this is the story of an ordinary man who became something extraordinary — and the weight that comes with it. The era of chakra did not begin with a war. It began with a tree. And a little girl who was not afraid.

In the hidden ninja village, five young ninjas - Kaito, Akira, Shin, Taro, and Kae - embark on a journey to master their elemental powers and become the greatest ninjas of their generation. As they face rigorous training, fierce battles, and hilarious misadventures, they discover that their powers are not just a gift, but a legacy passed down from their ancestors. However, a dark force, led by the powerful and ruthless Ryujin, threatens to destroy the balance of nature and the ninja village. The five ninjas must band together, using their unique powers and bond, to defeat Ryujin and save their home. Will they be able to overcome their differences, trust each other, and unlock the true potential of their elemental powers? Dive into the action-packed, fantasy-filled, and hilarious world of _Ninja no Kokoro_ to find out!

this is a fic where kiyotaka ayanokoji escapes the white room and goes to Chidori Public High School for a low key peaceful life and thats where he meats her Credits Autor in Wattpad: anhs7442

Axel, driven by revenge and a desire to protect his sister Hana, navigates a world of demons and powerful beings, uncovering secrets and forming alliances as he seeks to avenge his brother Takeru's death and become strong enough to face the Kurokami.

6 hombres reencarna el mundo de naruto seria algo bueno sino fuera porquer nacieron años antes establecimiento de las aldeas ninjas y los 6 estan en un clan civil Mina que por medio de dinero consiguieron que casarse con los clanes mas poderosos del pais del fuego del momento ahora con ellos estan decididos a vivir una vida que jamas olvidaran.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!