Itachi Full Body Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not only was I covered in shit, but of all the days I get saved, it happens to be from falling on my shit-covered ass by a living personification of my best collective fantasies in living form. The man could only be described as, a seven-foot-tall, Adonis with seductive warm caramel-coated skin wrapped over massive planes of muscles that would make a full-blown nun sigh. I continued to size him up, I catch a glimpse of his long flowing dreadlocks dangling ever so teasingly above his pectorals covered in black and rose gold armor. Painfully preventing me from getting a glimpse of what would no doubt be the most heavenly chest I’ve witnessed on a man like this up close.

Slowly, something rose from the depths—broad shoulders, a sculpted chest, dark, dripping hair slicked back to reveal silver eyes that burned like melting metal in the dim cavern light. Ashwin’s breath hitched. The figure towered over him, half-submerged, powerful arms resting against the stone ledge. The water barely obscured the shimmering expanse of dark blue scales that stretched across his body, each one catching the glow of the vines, iridescent and otherworldly. And then he moved.

The room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of the recessed lighting, but the only light I saw was the violet pulse of his skin. He laid me down on the silk sheets, looming over me like a shadow that had finally found its home. He stripped away the rest of his clothes, revealing a body that was more than human—perfectly sculpted, scarred by a hundred battles, and glowing with the power of the Origin.

Chapter 66 Narat's POV I watched Kasit talking with the doctor near the door, my eyes glued to him the whole time. I couldn’t look away even for a second. He stood at 6.2 feet tall, his body filling the room with that strong presence I loved so much. In my mind, I slowly undressed him with my eyes, remembering every inch of him. The tiger tattoo on his chest along with delicate floral patterns that ran from his chest down to his strong arms. His broad shoulders, the perfect build of his chest and waist,everything about him looked like it was made just for me alone.

It was Ritsu and Seirei. “…stopping at an arm this time?” “Tch.” “What…?” says Akihiko while leaning on the door to try to hear them distinctly but they leave. “What did I just hear? I feel like it was a bad time to wake up… Anyhow, I need to wake up in my real body somehow.” He says while attempting to re-enter his actual body which was sleeping with an oxygen mask and a lot of wires hanging from his body. “I was really roughed up there. I still have to grow… I have to before I put those around me in danger.”

The little pain I’m feeling in my neck makes it evident. But then…. I swallow hard as my eyes slowly move up, taking a second look at the image, and they find all the crazy details on his body. He has such nice and perfect abs, and the long powerful Japanese dragon tattoo on his body leaves my mouth hanging. I’ve never seen anything like it. I must confess, Alpha Arkon is hot and he’s blessed by the Goddess between his thighs. Can’t even imagine how many ladies have walked in here, and seen this hanging over them. This is sexually hypnotizing.

Then the partition slides open and in walks a man in a full black army bodysuit that is so familiar to the retired gentleman. This assassin was quite taller than he is, though they had the same body build. But Yamaguchi-san knew better than to judge this dangerous stranger just by his slim stature. He's sure that underneath that body-hugging outfit were sinewy muscles connected to a mind that had years of training and intensive experience in killing. ”It seems fate has meant us to meet again, Yamaguchi-san,” says the stranger as he lets go of his two.45 caliber handguns to clatter noisily on the floor’s smooth and sheeny wood slats.

“It takes one to know one don't you think? And I know that won't hold you so cut the act, or do you still consider me that child you used to play tag with on your day offs?” “It's hard not to since it feels yesterday.” Asylum replied shaking his body free from the telekinetic restraints that Thanatos subjected him to earlier. Once getting free, Asylum allowed his shifting ability to get in play and soon started to morph into a gargantuan, multiple heads grew on elongated necks and diamond hard scales formed on his body. The yamada no orochi, stared down at Thanatos who smirked at him. “So you finally decides to take this seriously ey?”