Kakashi Hatake X Reader Novels & Stories

This year's match-up promised to be the most intense yet – Shirashi, the village's reigning champion, against Aika, a mysterious newcomer with a reputation for being as ruthless as she was beautiful. Shirashi stood confidently in the center of the arena, her long black hair swaying in the breeze. Her husband, the Narrator, watched from the sidelines, a mix of pride and worry etched on his face. He knew his wife was a formidable fighter, but there was something about Aika that made him uneasy.

The swollen head leaked a steady bead of precum that soaked through the silk. Yuna Takahashi, 27, a renowned Kyoto calligrapher with porcelain skin and long raven hair, arrived at dusk. Her deep brown eyes met his, and her smooth, hairless pussy clenched hard. Thick, slippery arousal flooded her tight slit instantly, soaking her thin silk panties and beginning to trickle down her inner thighs. No greetings. No small talk. Kael crossed the tatami in two strides, grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her into a brutal kiss. His tongue claimed her mouth as he shoved her kimono open, exposing her full, soft breasts. He pinched and twisted her hard nipples until she moaned desperately into him.

he smiled a little, stroking my cheek. “You’re crazy, you know that.” I chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea. Because I’m definitely crazy about you, Yūri Aiko Hatake.” He smiled brightly. I raised an eyebrow at that smile. Mainly because there was an odd glint to his eyes I hadn’t seen before. “Hibiki? What are you thinking?” I cautiously asked.

"You're not angry with him?" "Seth?" A shrug. "Furious. Not surprised, though. He tests people it's a habit of his." Alex turned, mug already steaming in hand. "You passed, so I'll go easy on him." His eyes sharpened. "You, though, drink first, little omega. Then we'll talk." "I want to talk about" "The stalking too. In good time." Kai rolled his eyes but took the mug anyway, too frozen through to let pride win that round. Cold had settled into his bones, and winter hadn't even properly started. Sipping slowly, his gaze kept drifting to the table and the warmth it promised.

*warning sexually explicit chapter. you do not have to read what's in the asterisk, which is a lot practically the whole chapter. reader discretion is advise* *"Mmm. Wait. We're in the office." Akiaya tried to push him away. He only pulled her closer to his muscular frame. His lips moved from hers down to her neck. His hands kneading the flesh of her rear. She left out another moan. His breath warming her body in a heated trail. Takeyasu stopped long enough to see the wanton look forming on her face. He knew if he didn't say it now his chance would be misplace. "Akiaya I want you to know, I will love you until the last flower dies. And even after that." She looked at him puzzled not underst

Akira’s POV As soon as Kaïden’s hand wrapped around mine, I prepared for that familiar, terrible sensation of my flesh burning away. But then something completely unexpected happened. The flames roared to life, wild and hungry, but instead of consuming him, they seem to curve inward, as if his touch was the very thing they had been waiting for. His palm was warm against mine, but not burning. Our eyes met—his blue ones steady and fearless. "You see?" he murmured, his voice low yet cutting through the chaos. "You don’t destroy me, Akira. You never could."

He’s like a magnet and my eyes are drawn to him every time. After he disappeared from the hospital, I didn’t hear anything from him—not that I want to hear something from him. “Wow. I’m not yet done.” She scratched her nose as her eyes landed on the boys across us in the room. Akira frantically rocks his leg while Lucas focused on the book. Whenever he reads fast, Akira will click his tongue and close his fist like he wants to punch Luc right in the face. “You need help?” I asked her while I duck on my seat to reach the bag of my laptop.

“Well, when I shared confused flashbacks with the Ayakashi, I saw that she once posed for a portrait and I finally recalled where I had seen her before. I tried going to the library to confirm my theory. You can imagine how frustrated I was because I was only around 60% confident about my memory and I desperately wanted to confirm it. As it turned out though, I may have had the ability to pass through walls, but I couldn’t move stuff or even turn a page. Needless to say, I had to endure my impatience longer and I just came back to the library another time once I had re-materalized.” “Who was she?” Aki asked, feeling her heart quicken. “Himiko Henka,” Sasha answered casually. He was met with

Kailani sat on the stool in Kaiden’s room, her back leaning against the table, a novel titled LIFE WITHOUT YOU stuck between her fingers, her eyes glued to the page she was reading. She didn’t notice when the door pushed open, Kaiden walking in. He stood by the door for a long minute, staring at her, his hands shoved into his pants pockets. He had something important to tell her; he wasn’t sure of her reaction, so he hesitated and thought it through. As Kailani stretched her stiff neck, her eyes caught Kaiden.

My eyes met the rest of the witches, who all gave me warm and inviting smiles. “Come, it is time,” Kaede says and walks into the forest, Kai’s brothers following suit. When I look at Kai, I feel that string pull taut again at the sight of him; bare-chested, wearing nothing but a black pair of loose-fitting pants that end at his calves. The tattoos all over his chest and arms look as if they were made to be there, and his long hair is hanging loose over his shoulders. My mate is so incredibly beautiful; I could stare at him all day and never tire.