Itachi Full Body Novels & Stories

The boardroom doors parted, revealing a table of polished obsidian and a man who owned the air in the room. Kenji Sato stood at the head, 6'1" of lethal grace wrapped in a midnight-blue bespoke suit that clung like a lover's promise. Porcelain skin stretched over high cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked back to reveal obsidian eyes that locked onto mine with unnerving precision. A thin scar sliced his left jaw, a whisper of violence. His mouth curved in a half-smirk as he extended his hand. I took it, expecting firmness. Instead, his grip lingered—warm, unyielding, thumb brushing my knuckle in a graze that sent unwelcome heat coiling up my arm.

And he stood there, in his all naked glory running a hand through his damped hair. Arjun can’t take his eyes off the guy in front of him. He bit back a moan when he saw the hunger in Kaiden’s eyes. His eyes traveled down to his wet ripped body. There were tattoos in his upper arms and the left side of his waist and small ones on the other part of his body. Most of them were wolves. A blush crept upon his cheeks when his gaze went below his waist. He wanted to look away, but couldn't. He felt proud that he was the cause of that hardness.

Pride had always been his greatest weakness. Waiting for us on the tarmac were Fukui and Nitta. The brothers couldn’t have looked more different. Fukui was immaculate—navy blue trousers, a crisp white sleeveless shirt, polished shoes, and a watch that gleamed under the sun. Nitta, on the other hand, looked like he had rolled out of bed five minutes ago. His black sweatpants and scuffed sneakers paired with a gray hoodie did little to hide his unkempt hair.

It was horribly impersonal, lacking any trace of memory or childhood. Even under the dim light that sat against the wall of his house, I could see his sharp jawline. The light did no favors for his platinum hair, turning it into a washed-out shade of yellow. Even in the horrible light, Atlas held a certain kind of beauty that was rare in this world. His porcelain skin was blemish free, his face smooth and unyielding. His body was chiseled from marble, hard and stoic as he stood before Alyssa. His full lips were bright with color, but pulled down in what looked to be the start of a snarl.

~Akara It looks more frightening than I could have ever imagined. It stands tall, scorpion like in it's appearance, with glossy white scales like ice. It has no eyes...In fact, it doesn't have a distinguishable face. But it doesn't need to have massive fangs and a drooling mouth to be terrifying. It's large tall curled up over it, with pincers that have Tai's unconscious body snagged around them. There are no thoughts in my head as I start trudging through the snow toward it. I don't get very far, as a hand comes out to grasp my arm, yanking me back curtly.

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.

An immense power surged through the blade into his body. His expression changed, and his sword shattered into pieces. The seams of his fingers exploded, and his entire body was sent flying. Bang! A huge bang was heard, and Ito crashed into the deepest parts of the room. The walls were shattered, revealing the steel plates underneath. The plates were forming the shape of a human as well. If it wasn’t for Ito’s training, he would’ve been turned into mush by now. Ito slowly slid down from the wall, and leaned to the side to support his body. His body trembled profusely, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Because of his spy always scolds their transaction and blocks the entry of dollars into the black serpent that they can use that start and overthrow everyone involved. Bang! On the arm, she shot. The blood came out like a faucet. "Madam!" Naruto is the secret agent and reaper. He is the one who works well even without him. "What!?" She was angry that she didn't look back. "That guy is still tough." Naruto kept his face serious. "Yeah! I know. He wants more torturing him! Before speaking." Her voice was high. "Ha-ha..ha.." It was hard to laugh. Because of the blood lost in its body.

I clenched my jaw and turned around sharply, gripping my dagger so tightly my knuckles turned white. And then I saw him. A man. No.....a god. He stood a few feet away from me, tall and imposing. His body was a masterpiece of pure strength, ripped muscles, toned abs, and broad shoulders. His skin was inked with intricate tattoos that ran down his veiny arms and disappeared into the waistband of his low-sitting black jeans. He was shirtless. His bare chest gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, as if he had just been running.

He studied until 4 in the morning. I might as well do some research on that strange ghost I've been seeing in my dream. He continued his research until 7am, i might as well go take a shower. Time to get dress. Now what will I wear today? Oh yeah I know. Today am wearing a light blue shirt with Itachi print on it with black jeans and white convene on. Damn I look hot right now. Time to head out the door no time to eat at all. I reached school at