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Programmer in Naruto

harsh07
To enjoy this fanfic, knowledge of computer science or knowledge about progamming is recommanded. ------------------------------------------------------------ [Configuring Windows Update… 99%… Please wait] … My name is Hiroki Sawada. I’m ten years old—and a reincarnated person. After jumping through time, I’ve ended up living in a perfectly ordinary neighborhood in the Hidden Leaf Village. I’m single, attend the Ninja Academy, and make sure I’m home by 6:00 PM every day. I don’t smoke, I’m not interested in alcohol, and my favorite drink is Fat Otaku Sparkling Water. At the Academy, I do well in theory and hold my own in physical training. I go to bed at exactly 9:00 PM and always get a full eight hours of sleep. Before bed, I do twenty minutes of yoga to relax. Once my head hits the pillow, I’m out cold until morning. I sleep soundly, free from fatigue or stress. According to the doctors, I’m completely normal. Of course, I’m telling you all this just to make one thing clear— I don’t have any grand ambitions. After traveling through time, my only goal is to stay alive. I don’t dream of becoming Hokage. I don’t want to compete with prodigies or get involved in destiny nonsense. I don’t want pink eyes, nor do I want to be some “child of prophecy.” All I want is to live as a normal Konoha civil servant—filing paperwork in the archives, counting kunai in the equipment department, living a calm, plant-like life. Then one day, retire peacefully and collect my pension. That’s the life I, Hiroki Sawada, aspire to. … Ding Dong~ [Completing update, please don’t turn off your computer. This may take some time.] …Wait. Scratch that. I want to be Hokage! ---------------------------------------------- To read chapters in advance go to P@treon - harsh07
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Reincarnated as the Villain's Spouse (BL)

[18+] [MATURE CONTENT] He died once — pushed to death by the one person who had spent years making his life hell. || He woke up in someone else's body. Someone else's wedding. Someone else's empire. The rules of his new life were simple: smile at the banquets, pour the tea, be the perfect house-husband. Survive. Gerffron Wadee was very good at surviving. He had already done it once, in a different body, in a different world, under the hands of someone who hated him for simply existing. || He had not planned on Styrmir. He had not planned on the boy locked in the dungeon beneath the estate — eighteen years old, body wasted to half that, eyes like winter that had forgotten it was allowed to melt. He had not planned on the way that boy flinched at raised voices but never at his. Had not planned on the nights spent teaching him to read, the mornings teaching him to fight, the quiet dangerous in-between hours that felt like something Gerffron had never once been allowed to have. || He told himself it was pity. Then responsibility. He ran out of lies around the time Styrmir started looking at him like he was the only fixed point in a spinning world. The Duke has her own secrets. The Crown Prince has his own designs. And the past Gerffron thought he'd left behind in another life has followed him across worlds, wearing a brand new face. Gerffron Wadee has survived one lifetime of being destroyed by someone he trusted. He knows exactly how dangerous it is to let someone matter. || He lets Styrmir matter anyway. || Because some loves don't ask permission. They just arrive — quiet, inevitable, and absolutely impossible to undo. BL isekai | slow burn | dark secrets | he came back to life just to lose his heart all over again
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TEMPTED BY THE DEVIL'S TOUCH

I married a monster to save my sister. Now he won't let me go. I have forty-eight hours to find $750,000, or my sixteen-year-old sister becomes collateral damage for our father's gambling debts. I'm a pediatric nurse with $340 in my bank account and zero options—until a man in a tailored suit finds me at midnight and makes an offer that sounds completely insane: Marry his employer. Ask no questions. Obey without hesitation. In exchange? Every debt erased. My family protected. Forever. I sign the contract without reading it. I don't meet my husband until our wedding day. Killian Archer is the most beautiful—and terrifying—man I've ever seen. Ice-blue eyes that miss nothing. A presence that makes grown men step back. And everyone in this city either worships him or fears him. The ceremony takes eleven minutes. He slides a platinum ring onto my finger like a shackle and says three words that change everything: "You're mine now." I expect a wedding night. Instead, he shows me to a separate bedroom and gives me rules: Don't leave without security. Don't ask about his business. Don't test him. He keeps his distance—cold, controlled, untouchable. But I see the cracks. The way his hands clench when I walk past. The way he watches me like I'm something he wants to devour. The way he stands outside my bedroom door at 3am like he's fighting a war with himself. He says our marriage is just business. Everything about him screams obsession. Then I discover the truth: Killian didn't just pay my father's debts. He created them. Bought out the loan sharks. Orchestrated my desperation. Trapped me so completely that I had no choice but to come to him. Because six months ago, Killian Archer saw me in a coffee shop and decided I was his. He doesn't do love. Doesn't do relationships. Doesn't let anyone close. But he'll manipulate me, bind me, cage me—make me want to stay even if it destroys us both. When I confront him, he doesn't apologize. Doesn't even pretend to feel guilty. "I take what I want, Isla. And I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." I should run. I try to run. But Killian's enemies are circling, and the most dangerous man in the city is somehow the safest place I've ever been. Then his rival kidnaps me to get revenge—and I watch Killian become something worse than a monster to get me back. I should be horrified by the violence. The darkness. The blood on his hands. Instead, I realize I'm falling in love with this beautiful, broken, obsessive man who would burn the entire world down before letting me be hurt. Our contract says eighteen months. But Killian Archer doesn't know how to let go. And I'm starting to think I don't want him to.
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