Full Face Kakashi Novels & Stories

I stared at his face, his face full of pain, the way he breathed it's like he is carrying a heavy rock inside him, his brows are almost forming a straight line, I sat next to him and kiss him on the forehead. "I will work hard to remember every single detail about us, I will help you fight and I will stay by your side" I whispered in his ears. I saw he moved and faced the other side of the bed, I slowly stood up and went to the kitchen to bring the cold ramen back, I guess I will just cook for him tomorrow. I turned off the lights and went back to my room to sleep, still, he is sleeping peacefully, I crawl to bed and laid next to him, I closed my eyes and fell asleep instantly.

I slam on his back with my front paws and kneed his face. He was caught off guard and fell to the floor, but before he could get back to his feet, I kick him as hard as I could, knocking him against the wall. "In Japan, I am not known as a Night Owl..." I proudly stated, pausing on the last. I didn't give him a chance to recover before striking him across the face with my dagger. A long slit formed on his face, he wipes the blood that draws with his hand, and he looks at me furiously.

Keisha stayed in that position while reading her book for hours and her husband was still fast asleep. She was already used to staying still for a long period of time so this was a piece of cake. Once she finished her book, she looked down at the sleeping mafia boss. His lips were slightly open as he slept and was making faint snoring sounds. Keisha stroked his hair as she got a better view of his face. How can someone have a perfectly symmetrical face? For a man raised with knives and guns, his face was flawless. "Do you get plastic surgery?" she asked before poking his cheeks with her fingers multiple times.

However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer. Suzanne stayed by my side the entire time, comforting me and closely monitoring my recovery.

Hatred, anger, disgust… doesn’t compare to the unexplainable look he wore on his face every time our eyes locked. 2 years later… 2013. PAST. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. 2 years later, A-Jun began to wear an actual mask, which was the mask that carried the face of something I feared the most. Koh, the face stealer. That centipede-like spirit from Avatar: The Last Airbender can rip a face right off anyone who shows emotion while he’s looking, leaving victims in a creepy limbo state.

Then, a rough voice spoke. "Take her to the Boss. Renjiro wants to see her himself." A harsh grip yanked her up, forcing her onto her feet despite the lingering weakness in her body from the drug they had used on her. Her breath came out heavy, heart pounding as she felt their vice-like hold around her arms. After what felt like an eternity, they stopped. The air was colder now—this had to be a larger space, possibly Renjiro Takahashi’s main hideout. Suddenly, a hand fisted her hair and yanked her head upward. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as the cloth over her eyes was torn away, making her blink rapidly as light flooded her vision. Standing before her was an older man, his gaze sharp, his

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This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

Kaze then slowly stepped away but after a few steps, his body started shaking and moments later, he collapsed on the floor and started to twitch uncontrollably. He tried to get up but struggled terribly. Pain consumed him as he lay on the floor, his hands struggling to push himself up. “Hehehe. You caught the gas.” The ninja finally came out of the woods, bearing a vicious gaze. His looks concealed his age because he barely looked human. His face was covered in blisters and scars, a few of them were bleeding. It was a horrible face to look at. He glared at Kaze with his vicious eyes, like a hunter who had just gotten his prey. He strolled casually over to Kaze.

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