Itachi Uchiha Blanket Novels & Stories

Could it be that he wasn’t worried of her, the disgrace of the Suzaku clan defaming their lofty and magnificent image? As she attempted to figure out the answer with distrust, Taka once again arrived at the main room where she’d once played a small role. This time, there was an extra seat next to Ryu with a person wearing a pure white cloth. A piece of light blue silk fabric was rolled at the edges of the person’s sleeves, and a few designs using silver-coloured thread were adorned on the pure white clothing. It was frugal, yet maintained a sense of delicateness. On that peerlessly handsome face, was a faint smile that could make people feel comfortable, and a pair of eyes that carried a smi

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.

"You can leave now." "We're sleeping over." Daichi said, still looking away. I sat up quickly, "what?" I yelled and Daichi looked at me because of the sudden change of tone While Daichi was staring at me, Akito kept moving around on my bed and picked up the blazer. "Isn't this the jacket-thing you were wearing today?" He said, holding up the blazer. "Smells like a mixture of your pheromones and some Alpha." Daichi's focus turned to Akito, more specifically, the blazer. He grabbed it and started sniffing all over it and he turned to me.

once again Nishi almost rolls her eyes back of her then squeezes her eyes shut pressing her forehead with the tip of her finger. “Please try to recall it? It would be good and will help to find your friend faster.” officer Yamaga said “Oh I remember its Ryuu, Yuki Ryuu senpai” ** “Yuki Ryuu” Takeshi glares at the blond-haired tied in front of him with the tattoo all over his arms along with the one which is upon his chest. “Good name you got there I didnt know you were some rich fund kid, or I would have killed you right at the spot. Rather than going through all this process from kidnapping you that night and bringing you here” Takeshi rolls his eyes cracking his knuckles one after the othe

A wool blanket that smells like dust and old smoke. I tear another strip from the curtain and wrap it around myself, knotting the fabric at one shoulder and cinching it at the waist with twine. The result looks somewhere between survival gear and a very questionable woodland kimono. Aiden studies it briefly. "It works." "It's not a fashion show." His mouth twitches slightly. He's still barefoot. Still bare-chested. Tattoos curl across his arms, chest, and throat like something carved into him instead of inked there.

“I think he genuinely worried that he killed you, Nate. That was…I don’t know what the hell it was. It wasn’t Silas, though.” Looking down at my blanket, the one that was on top had been a gift from Mer. She had knitted it in my favorite colors. A gradient of blues from top to bottom. My hands gripped the blanket, remembering the feeling as Silas looked down at me. How he watched me lose consciousness. He didn’t even stop. The fact that Charles had to make him stop hurt worse than anything Silas had ever said to me.

"And it's a nice blanket. It's not too thick or thin, it's soft and light, and look, there's a pretty pattern, if you look closely." Regina examined the blanket closely. The light blue color had a silvery texture that, when the light caught it, revealed a pattern. Atlas, who had been watching Regina and Kane's interaction, also studied the blanket closely out of curiosity. "I don't see any pattern," Atlas muttered. "There's just color—Ah!" Regina was startled and turned to Atlas. "What? What? You surprised me, honey!" "Look!" Atlas pointed to the blanket. "There's a picture of a baby on this blanket. It'll show up when you move it toward the light."

A cloak lined with fur. Real fur. Not cheap. Not rushed. Made for me. I hold the cloak against my cheek. Why is he doing this? He bought me like property. He locked me in this room. He assigned a guard to watch my every move. And now he sends me warm food and soft clothes and a blanket for the cold nights. I do not understand him. I do not understand any of this. The blanket is heavy. I spread it across my bed. The wool is thick. The color is deep blue. Like the sky just before dawn.

A clean space. My eyes then found, on the armchair near the fireplace, the light blue blanket with little stars. Marco's gift. The physical proof that he saw my future, our future, and accepted it. I picked up the blanket and pressed it against my face, against my chest. It smelled of clean wool and something indefinably safe. I slid down to the floor, leaning against the door, and ran my hand over the now more defined curve of my belly.

He looked intently at her and she knew somehow that he wanted to shift and needed a covering. She dashed into a nearby chamber and got a blanket. She covered his beast and she could see the appreciation in his eyes. He moved his head towards the direction of his mother's beast and she gasped. The sword of enmity according to Hundzai's son, was still buried in her chest. Her breathing was shallow. She was so strong to still be alive. She knew if she probably pulled it out, Grand Queen Seria would shift so she called Alice. "Please help get another blanket". Alicia said and Alice did so in less than a minute.