¡Hola! Es mi primer historia, esta historia está basada en un doujinshi qué vi (voy a buscar el nombre no lo recuerdo) pero tendrá muchas ideas mías sera un 30% el doujinshi que leí y 70% historia creada por mí. ¿Qué pasaría si unos cariñosos amantes están en pleno acto de amor y aparece un sasuke versión adolescente? Una historia llena de Lemon y amor. Derechos de la historia e imágenes para sus respectivos autores. Los personajes no son míos, son del genio, Masashi Kishimoto.

Riverfield, a beautiful town by the ocean, is home to the prestigious Decelis Academy. It's also home to seven boys with a secret: they may simply seem like players of the famous sport, Nightball, but they're actually vampires. To escape from their dark past, they try to lead normal lives as students - other than the occasional hitch since their rival Nightball team happens to be made up of werewolves. But in the end, these seven friends always find strength in each other. Until one day, a new transfer student with curious strength causes the boys' forgotten past to slowly unravel. DARK MOON: THE BLOOD ALTAR with ENHYPEN ***** Original story: HYBE Co-planning: HYBE / NAVER WEBTOON

They say that once you are free from something or someone, it's a huge possibility that you will never see it or meet them again. Well, in Athanasia's case, it was different. Athanasia grew up with a childhood friend whom she hates so much that she'll be happier to get arranged with someone for the family. So, she jinxed herself. Yeah. "Huge" plot twist. Well, how about we spice things a little bit more? How about arranging her to her childhood friend that she hates so much? What would go wrong? ----- Other translations: Brazilian Portuguese, by: @Serena_Collins https://www.wattpad.com/story/298893709

Attheia de Alger Obelia. Daughter of Lucas and Athanasia de Alger Obelia And also the forgotten princess. Fate was never in Attheia's favor. Her mother died during her birth, her father ignored her, and her grandfather avoided her at all costs. Even the maids in her palace seemed to be hesitant and distant. And Lillian, her nanny, looked at her with the same glazed eyes as everyone else. As if she saw a different princess in her place. 'Will no one ever view me as my own person?' This question haunted Attheia for her first 18 years of her life, up to the point where she died at the Rebellion's hands. With no one to look at her as her own unique being. She was just a shadow of her mother. And then she was reborn. And had another chance to live again. "This time, can I be known as Attheia? Not Athanasia's child?" "And this time.... can I live the life I want?"