Itachi Full Body Mga Nobela at Kwento

She turned again, her breath hitching, only to see El-Kharis standing there, his presence filling the room. Her eyes trailed him from head to toe in utter amazement. His long white hair was damp and wet, droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes. His cold blue eyes stared at her with an intensity that made her shiver. His broad chest was exposed, showcasing his godly features—sculpted muscles, a perfect six-pack, and a flawless torso. He wore only a towel, which clung to his hips, revealing his perfectly toned body. His skin was like marble, smooth and unblemished, breathtakingly flawless. Esteria badly wanted to look away, but she couldn't. Her body betrayed her, unable to tear her gaze f

I turned back toward the house, trying to gather the scattered pieces of my composure—and nearly choked on my own breath. Thane was descending the stairs, a cane gripped in his right hand, each step careful. And he was still shirtless. God help me. His body looked like it had been sculpted by someone with a gift for torture. Every muscle was defined with cruel precision, his skin a creamy canvas stretched over impossible angles. Broad shoulders shifted with each movement, and his stomach—sweet Jesus, his stomach, was a roadmap of ridges that would make grown women weep. Veins traced elegant patterns down his arms, over biceps and forearms.

That's my chance to infiltrate the mansion. Fifteen bodyguards were left in the building. Two in evey door and five on his room. I snipe out the guards in every door. Using my 45 P22, I entered into the main room. I killed three of his bodyguards who came. Two elites left, we got into a hand to hand combat. Suddenly, He transform into this hideous creature who has six arm attach at his back, like spider's arm. Face covered with hairs and it doesn't have any eyes but rather a long disgusting tongue with teeths in it. Although I have survived, I broke my left arm. I did the job but got injured pretty bad. I got bitten by Shiku Itikito in my left arm. That's where I also found out that we are n

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.

His father Mimi greeted with a big hug, his teacher Yatagarasu, who seemed to smile darkly, he was a gloomy man. Yatagarasu is a tall, slender, muscular man, with dark eyes that look evil and sinister, with long, black hair, straight and looking like it was sprinkled with oil, his thin chin and angular face, he was a superb and majestic form, he exuded danger, in addition to always wearing long, black robes, with a fluttering black cape, which made him show a supernatural air, his voice deep and serious, he walked as if he were a dark and cold bat.

Just as Zephyr Khan thought that the other party had chosen to ignore him, Shi Jiongtian suddenly turned around and returned to the front of Zephyr Khan. “Swoosh“” The figure moved slightly, and then, the metal armor on the burly man's body seemed to have completely melted. It integrated into his body like the melting snow, and then a man about two meters tall appeared in front of Zephyr Khan.

Aito was remembering everything on his own. Aito was sitting across Toshiro, glaring at him. He was dressed in a pair of ripped denim and a baggy purple hoodie. His brown locks were held in a low ponytail by a rubber band with a few loose strands framing his face. He looked so cute that everyone who passed had to turn for a second or third look. Toshiro was dressed in a pair of green cargo shorts and a black loose shirt. His dark hair was combed backwards, revealing his forehead which made him look even more handsome.

The familiar voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I turn slightly, shooting a glance at the man beside me. Dante looks… unfairly good. Dressed entirely in black, the suit fits him in a way that should be illegal,emphasizing every line and movement of his body. There is something about it that does the exact opposite of what it is supposed to do. Instead of making him look more formal, it somehow makes him more dangerous attractive. More distracting if you will. For a brief, reckless second, my mind betrays me, wandering into thoughts I absolutely should not be entertaining, images that have no place here, not now, not ever again.

“You are late again, Yuki…” It was then Hikari noticed my presence. He turned his head with a jolt. “L-luna?” His upper body was bare, revealing all his intricately carved tattoos and muscles. I averted my eyes. He quickly untied his kimono jacket that was wrapped around his waist and draped it over his body. He tossed his Katana to Yuki. Yuki caught it in his mouth. He walked closer to me. I had never seen Hikari work out. But I think he was just a normal man who could sweat during workouts.

He has his hands in his pockets and is dressed in an immaculate suit which no doubt costs a pretty penny. “Itsuki, a pleasure to finally meet you,” I say with an outstretched hand. He walks over to me and shakes it, all while looking me dead in the eye. But then something odd happens - his eyes turn completely black for a split second before they switch back to their dark brown. In that split second, an image gets burned into my mind: a short, shriveled-up old man with an elongated head wearing a silken robe - behind him stood terrifying creatures.