Handsome Kakashi Without Mask Novels & Stories

Every breath was held. A tall figure emerged. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit that did nothing to hide the power in his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His presence was so heavy it was suffocating. He wasn't wearing a mask. His face was brutally handsome. A jagged scar ran through one eyebrow, but it didn't ruin his looks—it just added a wild, bloodthirsty edge. Jude Moretti. He ignored everyone, walking straight to me. Those ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, then drifted down to my gloved right hand.

“Y–you’re w–wearing that?” Kain tilted his head, that lazy half–smirk tugging at his mouth. “It helps people relax.” “By sc–scaring them?” “Exactly.” He slipped the mask over his head, adjusting it until it sat flush against the sharp edges of his jaw. Somehow, the smiley face made everything worse, the tailored black shirt, the rolled sleeves, the quiet menace that followed him like a shadow. Luca had seen monsters. But none had ever looked this calm.

once again Koishi's expression just changes into an annoyed one. "AAAHH!! Now I won't be able to go to the anime event ever, damn it that means no brinjal or cucumber in this world." banging his fist against the wall. "I just need one the most one" running his finger through his hair. "But did Tak-Tak really didn't love me?" "Who didn't love you?" making Koishi jump out of his skin hearing the voice right behind him. Turning around just to see the black hooded figure's face covered by the mask. But he can clearly see the red eyes through the shadow of the hoodie glaring at him.

. He fought to free himself, but couldn't do anything. That masked man smashed him on the ground again and again. Tsashi felt like every bone of his body was broken. He was shedding blood all around. "Time to go, he'll be here soon," muttered the masked man before he tossed Tsashi in the air. Before Tsashi could fall to the ground, a voice came. It was the assassin's voice. "Roaring Tiger Fist." A fist landed on Tsashi's chest, making him fly off like a broken kite smashing on tree after tree, before finally landing on the ground. His pulse and breathing had stopped. The assassin checked his body before smiling. "Mission accomplished," The assassin muttered, but suddenly his face ch

-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.

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.

Black studied her face for a while without saying a word, in a swift manner he rose to his feet and opened the backpack to bring out some extra clothes. In front of Daphne, he removed his jacket and then started unbuttoning his shirt without breaking eye contact. She was forced to look away when he removed his shirt and his huge body came into view. His bulging arms and sexy body with the mask on give off a lustful aura about him. He then removed his mask as well. Daphne was left with the sounds of his clothes as he changed. He left the good suit on his chair and carried the backpack. “You go out without your mask now?” She asked.

His golden orbs had dilated in lust and he held the groan back by biting his lower lip, Arcadia would be his eventually. After the good sweat, Asher returned to his room to get into fresh clothes, he was wearing all black and he slid his mask so no one would be able to see his face. His attire exposed his arms while his torso was protected and so as his lower region. He adjusts his mask to make sure it fitted properly. "You're such a handsome man." He compliments himself as he stared in his mirror, he shares his room with three of his fellow comrades but he believed they had gotten ready and we're already at the celebration. He ruffles his black hair and winks at himself, laughing at his sil

he asked patting her cheeks. She nodded with tears surging out of her eyes. Ashley noticed the man who’s tall much more than Hector, he’s wearing a black jacket and blue jeans, his face is covered in a ski mask, they can’t get a figure print of this person because he is wearing a gloves and his boots looked costly. “Get up,” he pulled her to stand in her legs and dragged her to the couch. “Please, leave me,” she said. “You want me to leave you?” he asked sitting before her.

He laments a bit too loud. "Number, 8?... Man, you got some nasty mouth there?" A rough voice question with an annoying accent. His bunch of messy black hair whips to the foe. Akira subconsciously faces him with a bitch face. He is shocked that the said 'mad dog' and his companion are beside him. He has been wearing that cold bitch face for months and giving out free smiles is not an option!