Byakuya Kuchiki New Look Novels & Stories

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

He twisted himself onto his back before sitting up against the headboard, then looked around the room for Kenchiki but didn't see him anywhere, concluding that he left while he was sleeping Yoshiki got up to take a shower and leave as well. Entering the bathroom, Yoshiki looked at his new body with interest. He was approximately 6.2 ft, with back hair, and brown eyes that were so light they looked almost golden, with high cheekbones and a sharp jaw. He was the definition of elegant with his clock tattoo on the side of his neck. Noticing the pillow stuffing in his hair, he pulled them out before he turned towards the shower to shower. Coming out of the shower, he found fresh clothes on top of

-Miyuki said to herself, staring at the gray pavement. - Would you really be so sad?- she heard a familiar voice suddenly, slightly out of breath, so stopped right away and turned to see Aoi Takashima standing behind her, gasping for breath. - Were you running here?- Miyuki asked in surprise, looking at him. He was still dressed all in black, in jeans and a hoodie, but this time his blouse had a drawing of a skull entwined with roses. The black mask on his face was now pulled down over his chin. It was also noticeable that his eyes were not underlined with black eyeliner, which made her see his face completely without makeup for the first time.

I should be able to dodge that weapon, can't I do martial arts? A few moments later, unexpectedly the old man opened the cap and I came out of the bottle. I feel so happy to be able to breathe the air of freedom again. I was surprised to see Akira in this place, but he's wearing different clothes. Akira wore black clothes and a crown. He's a little different from his previous appearance. Somehow I who saw him began to really admire him, he looks handsome. "Akira!" I said immediately approached him and hugged him tightly. After hugging Akira, I let her go.

Looked like he had safely reincarnated to Ultimatia, the world where Kaguya had reincarnated into. He lifted his body, ignoring the anxious stare of the middle age woman and started getting off the bed. Yuuto wanted to look at himself so he walked toward the triangle shape mirror. What he saw in the reflection was a boy that looked like 9 or 10 years old. His hair had silver color and his eyes were blue, as clear as the blue sky.

The chain of thoughts on what he had overlooked, and why he was feeling that way, violently crashed into his head, as if it was prying apart the small gap between the tight rock formation. “People!” He raised his voice. It succeeded in gathering their attention. “Fight for your honor!” With the last word, he kicked the ground and accelerated toward the enemy. His arms bulged and his hands held the sword tightly as it swung pointedly to the back. His muscles looked as though they were carved diamonds. Ryuzaki, who modified his mana into a carved diamond around his arms, was giving off a powerful vibe. But that wasn’t all. His eyes turned into the shape of a crescent moon, and his lips spread

With a gleam in his eye, Mikoto decided to put his abilities to good use and finally live out his fantasies. The next day at school, Mikoto spotted his crush, Ayumi, walking down the hallway. She was a stunning 19-year-old with long black hair, a tight blouse that accentuated her ample chest, and a short skirt that showed off her toned legs. Mikoto focused his power, and suddenly, Ayumi's clothes transformed into a revealing school uniform straight out of a hentai. Ayumi looked down at her new outfit, confused but not alarmed. "Oh my, this is quite revealing," she said with a giggle. "But it feels so comfortable and natural."

He’s an Eastern Alpha; things worked differently over there. “And this,” he says as he finally pulls a young girl closer, and the cherry blossom scent overpowers me. “This is my youngest daughter, Umiko and her handmaiden Yui.” When I lay my eyes on the girl, I see what Andreas means by that she’s not my usual type; she’s completely plain, with jet back hair that reaches her tiny waist, dark hooded eyes which slant upwards, thin lips, a dimpled chin and a tiny, petite body. Her eyes widen at the sight of me, and I see something shift behind her dark eyes as her heartbeat starts to quicken.

His dark aura is now replaced by an angelic smile with calmed eyes. "Hey, I'm just kidding. I'm sorry..." Said the tall stranger who suddenly changed into a tamed angel with a crystal white uniform that neatly suits his broad complexion, paired with black jeans and simple black sneakers. And the eyeglasses that complimented his prominent nose with his jet black eyes shining behind that glass. He's indeed tall with a built body. The pissed Blake averts his eyes at him as he examines the stranger's face. He sighed in defeat as he just decided to brush his sudden anger when he noticed that Konan is waiting for him and he's there without the cheesecake he expected. Pheew, poor kid.

The three of them looked at me, all of them startled, in disbelief. “I-You…” Ryu mumbled, almost unable to speak. I was sure it was him. Aside from my information, I still remembered the curves, lines, and every detail of his face. Physically, he’d changed a lot. He became more manly and mature because of the black beard on his face, the developed muscles concealed by his black tuxedo. His towering height and unusually long black tresses made him look like a god of ancient Greece. And those hooded brown eyes… they still looked authoritative, ruthless, and bold. He was the only one I knew with eyes like that. The kind that could make you kneel with just one look. Or make you collapse in fear