Byakuya Kuchiki New Look Novels & Stories

The attacker started to unwrap the cloth around her head, slowly revealing her face. “You’re a lot stronger too to be able to hurt me. Yuki.” Matthew finally mentioned the name of the attacker. The cloth was undone and softly dropped on her shoulders. Yuki hadn’t changed much except for her hair. She still had a ponytail but it was much shorter now and her bang didn’t cover her left eye as much. The bow that she was using was a different one than before. It was coloured green and yellow with a black handle. Matthew didn’t see a change in her face and body, but he could sense that her mana was denser than before. It seemed that she still hasn’t learned to hide it.

It was the only attire she saw of him, thus raising a thought that the sleek look was his default. However, the man in front of him looked like he aged backwards. He was clothed in a white yukata, decorated with inked traces of artistic chrysanthemums on its edges. He also wore the traditional wooden sandals that she only saw in movies. The raven hair that was always slicked back was down, in a shaggy style that earned him a wavy set of bangs that slightly covered the top of his eyes. His overall appearance made him a lot younger than he usually was, to the point that she was taken aback and speechless.

“But don’t worry, he won’t bite. Unless I asked him to.” Great. “Uh… okay then.” I stared at Ahbaya and noticed how different she looked today. Her long blonde hair was tied up. The thick armor she would usually wear was replaced with a thin white shirt, the two buttons on her shirt were unbuttoned. Even though she was wearing something plain, the queen looked like a prize. I averted my eyes, unconsciously sticking my tongue out. Why am I feeling so magnetized by her when I resented her just a few days ago.

As soon as the guards heard her, they backed off, relieved that Kenji’s equal had arrived. Kenji also turned, and Kyoko could now clearly see the difference in him when Akiko wasn’t around. Kenji’s eyes were fierce. The gentle look he usually had when Akiko was present was gone. “Don’t think you can stop me!” In a deep, heavy voice, Kenji hissed. He truly looked like a different person. Kyoko couldn’t reconcile this Kenji with the one who had seemed so desperate when Akiko was sick. “Don’t be ridiculous! You should listen to what they have to say. Nidaime isn’t here. Wrecking everything is pointless!” Yui shouted back angrily.

~~~ When I woke up I was about to see what time it was, but Yuichi’s face appeared to me adjusting the comforter. Yuichi took two steps away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d wake up earlier.” “Are you always here while I sleep?” “I just looking at you. This is the only chance that I can look at you up close without being angry at me.” He looks like a cute puppy while Yuichi is being cute. I close my eyes for a second and press my lips to avoid smiling. What is Yuichi’s intention and is he becoming like this?I missed his cheeky and snarky face. I preferred that kind of him, not this unstable cuteness that he has.

She can’t believe what she was seeing! the face of the tank was full of muscle but the looks of it, it was very look-alike to the person she was looking for curly hair and that drowsy eyes... that look... “its.. Yuuki”- Dessa

Just as he was thinking about it, he sighted his client. The picture didn't do justice to Kagarawa Yuuma's face. No way. Yuuma has gentle features. Soft blonde locks that went past his ears a bit, translucent grey eyes, a straight nose and small pink lips. He had skin the colour of milk, pure and unblemished. His smile was gentle, giving people a warm sweet feeling. Eyes were kind, making people feel at ease around him. His aura was pure and posture elegant. He was neither tall nor short. Just average. The skinny jeans he wore accentuated his long legs and the white designer shirt, coupled with a black jacket made him look so cute that one would just want to wrap him up and protect him fore

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

- Kurayami, he said, then, led towards the corridor, back to his room, Tsuki sat on the bed, waiting for the new god to return. - You don't mind if I choose the clothes, you wear when you're with me, right? - Kurayami, questioned him, heading towards his closet. - I do not care. Tsuki said. - So, there's no problem with that. - Kurayami, came back with a uniform, which was silver, boots a uniform in the best style of Akropolis, with shoulder pads that simulated contorted heads of a dragon.

“The Ayakashi hissed at me like a feral animal. She had spun around to face me and held the middle of her chest as though in pain. She looked incensed that I had managed to land a blow, but the Ichi Geki Ken didn’t kill her like the Raven-nins said it would any normal Slayer. In a shocking turn of events, the secret killing stroke had actually transported me straight to the plane where the Ayakashi was. “What was even more discombobulating was, despite the absolute darkness of The Maw, the Ayakashi and I could see each other as clear as daylight. We were like bunraku puppets against a black backdrop that extended everywhere we turned our eyes. “In The Maw, the Ayakashi’s appearance took on m