Naruto Is Touch Starved Fanfiction

Three months before the apocalypse, Sean Miles got a second chance at life. In his previous life, he trusted the woman he loved with everything he had. She repaid him with betrayal. When the apocalypse began, Sean was infected by a mutated wolf while trying to protect the survivors. Desperate for the antiviral serum he had brought back, he returned to his wife—only to find her in bed with another man. “Jessica… where is my serum?” She looked away. “Sean, I gave it to Zach. He was sick.” “A cold?” Sean stared at her, barely able to stand. “You gave the only serum that can save my life to your lover because he had a fever?” “Don't be dramatic. We'll find another one.” But there was no other one. Sean died knowing the woman he had protected for six years had chosen another man over him. Then he opened his eyes. Three months before the apocalypse. Alive. Young. And holding memories of everything that was coming. This time, Sean had no intention of being anyone's fool. He divorced Jessica before the apocalypse began. Then he used his memories of the future to win hundreds of millions in the lottery, hiding his fortune where she could never touch it. While the world laughed at the man who suddenly disappeared from his wife's life, Sean was preparing. Jessica thought she had finally gotten rid of her useless husband. She had no idea that the man she abandoned was preparing to become the most powerful survivor on Earth. When she eventually came begging, Sean would have only one answer. “You chose him when I had nothing.” He looked through the fortress window as the first signs of the apocalypse appeared. “Now that I have everything… why would I choose you?”

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed. DRAGON BOOK PART 2- PRIESTESS'S WORTHLESS HUSBAND IS A DRAGON COMMANDER

He used to be a god. Now he's a loser. They're gonna see how wrong they are. Ryder was the 12th Master of the Dark Medical Sect—super strong, like a god that was about to become immortal. Then his own students betrayed him. He woke up as Dante: a broke, embarrassed, orphaned college student whose girlfriend just cheated, whose landlord just kicked him out, and who died in his underwear on a cold street. Great. Now Ryder—one of history's strongest healers—is stuck in Dante's weak body. He works for a cheap old doctor named Theo at a bad clinic, Silverbrook Hall, and sleeps in a tiny, freezing room. But gods get back up. When a patient is dying and Theo can't help, Ryder steps in and does this crazy Four-Colored Needle thing, a healing trick that was lost for a long time. Word gets out. People rush in. Rich folks want him to touch them. Doctors either want to learn from him or shut him down. And there's Zara—Theo's sweet daughter, who makes Ryder feel things he hasn't in centuries. It gets messy when a hot rich girl he cures, Serena, wants more than medicine. But being strong brings enemies. The Daniel Gang wants his money. His ex Isla is mad as he gets famous. And the Silverleaf Apothecary, run by Alistair and his cocky grandson Smith, will do anything to stop this "fraud" before he embarrasses them at a meeting. They have no idea what's coming. When the gang messes with his clinic, when the rich make fun of him, when the world tries to keep him down—Ryder will show them: A god doesn't ask for respect. He takes it. Warning: Contains martial arts, healing stuff, a love triangle, gang fights and cultivation

“Sarah!” Robin’s voice cracked, raw with betrayal. “After everything I did for you? The bone marrow donation—” Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, her laughter sharp and dismissive. “Oh, please. Did you really think I cared about you? You were just… convenient.” Marcus moved to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Tell him about the face you made when he thought you actually liked him back. That story kills at parties.” The laughter between them burned through Robin’s veins. Every memory of their time together—every smile, every touch, every whispered promise—twisted into something ugly and false. “You used me…” Robin whispered, the truth finally sinking in. Sarah tilted her head, her expression cold and mocking. “Obviously. Let me spell it out for you, since you’re too dense to get it.” She stepped closer, her voice dripping with contempt. "I only kept you around because your bone marrow matched mine. Now that I'm cured, you're about as useful as yesterday's garbage. But look on the bright side – at least some part of you turned out to be useful. More than we can say for the rest!" After donating his bone marrow to save Sarah's life, Robin discovers their relationship was nothing but a cruel joke. Beaten and left for dead in a kennel of vicious guard dogs, his mysterious family ring suddenly activates, revealing his true heritage as heir to America's most powerful shadow organization! With supernatural abilities and unimaginable wealth as Eagle Industries' new CEO, Robin would show them what happens when you mistake kindness for weakness. After all, when you've been treated like a dog, sometimes you have to bare your fangs to survive!

"Mother," I opened my eyes. Everything around me is a haze. I gazed at the candlelight. It was wobbling from side to side. I noticed a woman seated near me, but everything was fuzzy. I heard a voice unexpectedly. It was a woman's voice, echoing in my ear. She was singing a low-toned lullaby. "Mother, is it you?" I heard my name, "Maxilin, I am here." "Mother," I said with a tremble in my voice. I have no idea what's wrong with me. I reached out cautiously to touch her, but she was out of my reach. "Where are you, mother?" "Oh, my beloved, try to hold me, come here, " "Mother," Maxilin tried to stand up, but he was too weak. Maxi narrowed his eyes in an effort to see her face clearly, but he couldn't because everything was fuzzy. A woman in a white outfit moved in front of his sight. Maxi took a few steps forward while still gripping the chair. "Mother, don't leave," he murmured, dizzily. As he said, he saw in his fuzzy vision that someone had opened the door. "Mother, please don't leave me," Maxilin pleaded. He let go of the chair's hold and dashed behind her. "Mother, don't leave me. Wait." In his frail state, he shouted and followed her. "Huf". In the middle of his path, he stopped. "Mother, you've left me here alone," "Maxi," he heard the voice unexpectedly. Maxi glanced up and looked around. It's all clear now, but he's stuck in the midst of the woods. He gazed up at the sky. A giant moon was staring at him, and a horde of deadly, voracious creatures were roaring around him. "Son," someone touched his shoulder, he looked back, saw a terrifying creature standing in front of him. "Hello, dear."

"Say olive, I need your brain for a sec" Olive frowned not expected such words. "Its rare for you to ask for advice, so what happened Marcus?" Olivia rested her chin on one hand looking intrigued. "Its just.." Marcus hesitated,his expression though made Olivia more intrigued. "You see...I think my sister wanted to sleep with me" Hearing such sinful confession left olivia's mouth hanging. "...what?..." She could only reply. "It started a month ago, remember our plan?" Olivia nodded. "Yeah I accidentantly told them I wanted to leave the house, then Cassie that woman actually followed me and saw me with Natalie" "Did the plan failed?" Marcus shook his head, "No, but its not the part you need to be concern of" "Okay okay sorry continue" A sigh escaped from Marcus,"Then when I came home they suddenly became touchy, I mean real touchy, one time they would deliberately show too much skin" "Are you sure you are not over thinking?" "Olive you know me, do you think I am the type to overthink?" "That's fair, but do you have any solid proof?" "There is actully..." He couldnt help but look down and whispered, "I got home drunk one night and...." "And?" "Dont tell me...you.." "No.." he denied instantly. "They just touch me" "Marcus, to be honest isnt it your fault?" The young man flinched his face from worry to devoid of any emotion. A calm stillnes came to him, he reach for his cup, drank and then said, "I did that for my own sake, I never knew they would react that way' Olivia nodded, "True but to think your manipulation will end up turning your adoptive sisters into seductive succubus. "Actully..." "Its not just them" "I think my adoptive mother is also in it"