Gentle Fist Naruto Novels & Stories

"STOP IT!" Lifting my knee, I draw on all my strength and slam it between Fineon's legs, causing him to howl in pain. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I let my fist connect with his solar plexus and then slam my elbow into his back as he doubles over and gasps.

His face was enveloped in lines as if they were cracks, and his fingernails turned into daggers. It's not a metaphor when I say... this man is the devil. "If you touch Nori, you're doing this plan without me!" Fukitsu shouted at the top of his lungs, seemingly enraged by the treatment of his newfound companion. "Are you done crying?" "Don't fuck with me, Mile-" Before Fukitsu could snap, he paused as if time was stopped. "Y-Yes, Master..." Nori stuttered as she wipes away her tears. "Now tell me everything." I replied as I gave her head pats.

My eyes widened and I pushed him back teasingly, mouthing an 'As If' Just then, Hinata barged into the room and there were gunshots all around. Oikawa put me behind him and I smiled at his gentleman behaviour. But I knew I had to fight to survive. So I took a deep breath and advanced forward. I was quite flexible, thanks to the gymnastics I took during my childhood. I ran and rolled on the ground, kicking off the person in front of me then shooting him in the head. Then I jumped and crossed my legs over the neck of the next person as I took him down and suffocated him to death.

"Alright tough guy. Let's see what you've got." The fist flew at him faster than the bat of an eye. These boys must be training to be warriors. They were built like them, and they were fast like them. But Shiro had trained much longer, and much harder than them. He caught the fist in his palm. As soon as it hit his hand, he closed it around the fist and squeezed.

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

Yamamoto replied, “If that’s the case, then we shall follow the rules that you’ve just set. Come at me!” Charlie smirked. He did not need any form of preparation. All he needed to do was to throw a gentle punch at Mr. Yamamoto. In the eyes of laymen, the fist looked so gentle, as if he was just fooling around with his good pal Mr. Yamamoto.

His fingers curl into the front of my shirt, and he smiles as we crash through the fallen tent poles. “Still impulsive,” he murmurs, tone smooth as poison. I snarl and swing my blade. He dodges — barely. The edge scrapes his jaw, drawing a thin line of blood. Good. He wipes it with his thumb and looks at the red smear like it’s a precious gift. Then he lunges.

“Aaaahhh! Sir… I’m cumming… don’t stop… wreck me more!” “You’re my fisting little slut now,” Jodan growled, continuing to pound her with his fist mercilessly. “This asshole will never be the same. Every time you sit down, you’ll remember my fist opening you up.” He twisted his fist in circular motions inside her, massaging the inner walls, then pulled back almost to the exit — leaving her asshole stretched obscenely around his thick wrist — and slammed it back in up to his forearm. Her hole made filthy sounds, lubricant and fluids running down her purple ass and onto the pillows.

The man grunted painfully. As he did this, his eyes moved to Hayate, who was standing on the stairs while watching him fight. Jai glared at him for a second before he was struck on his jaw from the ninja flipping himself up. The ninja was good to go again, turning himself around and staring at Jai while Jai rubbed his jaw softly.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly