Ino Naruto Novels & Stories

She had somehow managed to disappear into his closet and emerge wearing one of his white shirts. It reached halfway down her thighs. Her dried hair was pushed over one shoulder. Kane stopped. Mona glanced at him. Her eyes immediately brightened. "I'll call you later. Bye." She ended the call. Kane folded his arms. She pointed toward the kitchen. "Adam made ramen." Kane glanced over. Two bowls sat on the counter, steam curling into the air. Adam had added soft-boiled eggs, green onions, mushrooms, and slices of meat.

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

Says one up front. I sigh. I'm not getting out of this easily. "Nara. Not getting the rest." I look over at Nathaniel . He is twirling the knife around his fingers, with nails polished in chipping black paint. This guy scares the shit out of me. Way more than the front two idiots. He has his hair up in a tiny little pony tail. In front of his ear he has a small tattoo of a snake wrapping around a sword. His plaid joggers have black straps around them, and his short boots seem massive compared to his ankles.

Hunters. Men who traveled the borderlands killing anything that crawled out of the dark. Adrian had expected them to leave him there. Most people didn’t want a boy who had survived something like that. But the oldest hunter, a man with gray in his beard and scars across both eyes, had simply looked at him for a long time before speaking. “You saw them, didn’t you?” Adrian nodded. The man studied him a moment longer. Then he handed the boy a knife. “Good,” he said. “Then you know what you’re up against.”

Rather than facing this torture from Vogar. It had been just an hour since the substance in my system wore off. Thought I had finally come back to life. A little heart dance throbbed in my chest that I survived what was injected into my system. But my happiness was just for a short period of time because Vogar appeared before me. He has been making demands that I couldn't fathom. One of which was giving my body to him. He tried to take me in his car, but I fought him off. This only made his anger burn through his veins.

"The last person was the most terrifying. He seemed skilled at using poison. If I hadn't been vigilant, I would've died from the poison." Balaro sneered, "That's someone from Karamon." He looked at the trembling ninja on the ground and gently said, "Alright, you can go." When the ninja stood up, believing he had been granted amnesty, he noticed Yondu standing beside Balaro. The ninja's eyes went lifeless; a needle had been inserted above his head. Yondu respectfully said, "Thank you, Mr. Yamamoto, for granting me a ninja as a familiar. This has always been my wish!"

Was she imagining or someone just called her ‘piccola’? Norah turned slowly, desperately trying to stay calm, desperately trying to stop her body from shaking. Mixed feelings and emotions were punching her from all directions: hurt, pain, joy, fear, frustration, passion… but most of all, love. “Ciao…” It couldn’t be him… The man in front of her wasn’t Leone… No way! Even if he was wearing one of his perfectly tailored suits. Norah’s gaze went up, and met his eyes… those beautiful piercing blue eyes, staring back at her.

My grip loosened from Akira and I fell to the ground, and fell unconscious. TBC.... Holy Shit !! Guys who can guess what Niran is up to?? I love y'all 😍

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

After that, they stared at Charlie as they drew their ninjatos. They knew that since Charlie could hide nearby without being discovered, then he must certainly have extraordinary strength. They did not dare to act rashly and they were all waiting for Jonin’s instructions at this time. Jonin’s face was already deadly pale at this time! Other people were addressing him as Jonin, but this actually meant that he was a superior master ninja and it was not his name. In the Japanese ninjas system, the ninjas were roughly divided into three ranks namely; the jonin, chunin, and genin.