Novel & Cerita Kakashi In A Suit

“What is this? Where am I?” There were no signs of another life aside from me. The leaves danced gleefully with the wind and the branches of trees swayed simultaneously. “You’re in your dream state.” I almost jumped in shock when someone spoke behind my back. My eyes darted at him from head to foot. His vibrant aura shined luminously like diamonds. The strands of his ash-gray colored hair resembled Kakashi’s. Kakashi was my favorite anime character. He looked like he just came out of Webtoon.

Was he interrogating Ryder already? Finally, Adam came back into the room and behind him was a breathtaking god dressed in a black silk Armani suit. His raven hair combed smoothly in place. He was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and for a while I thought he looked familiar. He was not wearing a stud on his ear and the guy I was looking at now was ten times classier than the Ryder I met at the bar. It was almost hard to believe that this was the same guy. “Hello, Astrid. We meet again,” he said.

He took out a pair of jeans, a white shirt and a black jacket from his bag pack. "What are those?!" Kai screeched instantly. Seiji proceeded to wear the clothes as if nothing was wrong. "Tanaka Seiji! You will change that trash right now! Where's your suit?!" The stubborn guy shrugged as he put on his jeans. "It's uncomfortable senpai and restricting. Besides, it's just for tonight. Can't you overlook it?"

"Some coffee or wine,?" Instead, Akarui stood in front of her, in his blue lapel suit with a great look of seriousness in his eyes, his voice firm and business like, he replied. "I don't have the whole day. So if you could please cut the chase, then I would be grateful."

"That's none of your concern, but I'll tell you anyway. He ruined my life and my home. Since Karma won't catch up to him, I'll treat him as poorly as he treated me. He'll beg for mercy until his last breath. It'll serve as a lesson to everyone—never mess with the wrong woman." "You didn't answer my question, so I won't answer yours. Besides, I don't know much about the dude, only that he always wears a cool mask divided into red and dark brown. There's an 'X' in a circle that looks like a ring of fire, and the color line forms a 'Y' above it. If you see that description, you've found him." "He doesn't use guns, only two Japanese long swords—Katanas. And don't even get me started on his suits

But nothing beats the intimidating appearance of the leader of Nidhogg himself, Rei Shibasaki. The man’s white hair fell down to the nape of his neck, and it was obvious that he had shaved regularly, as there wasn’t a single sign of facial hair growing on his face. Rei Shibasaki was dressed in a smart black and white suit with black leather shoes. All in all, he had the appearance of a strict, no-nonsense businessman, but Ren knew better. “I’m surprised that you want to meet me.” Ren snorted.

Every one of the men was in a sleek three-piece suit, while the girls wore cocktail dresses. With her long hair down, Sakura wore a pale-pink satin and lace sweetheart gown. She was directed to sit in the middle on the antique sofa. Meanwhile, beside her on her left was Sebastian, who looked like some young, arrogant business tycoon sitting there with one leg crossed over the other as he leaned back against the seat.

However, if tonight proved anything, even the ability to breathe is ripped from me the second she looks my way. “Get it together,” I growl, stripping from the confines of the suffocating three-piece suit. Tonight I had held it together even though Kaen Tsukishima annoyed the living shit out of me. I'm not too fond of formalities, hate pretending to be something I am not, and hate having to act civil when someone is clearly out to disrespect me and mine.

he has always known her to be quite hot but what is she doing with her biological son? Tsunade whipped Kazuma hard a few times before taking off his shorts and sucking on him. This view became so disturbing to Sasuke so he walked off and left…..

“Though you might want to put some clothes on before you scar your pack members for life.” I rolled my eyes, slipping into my boxers before making my way to the walk-in closet. “What do you want, Daiki? Don’t you have a pack to run?” “I do,” he said, his voice following me. “But someone has to make sure you don’t lose your mind over… whatever it is you were growling about in there. It sounded serious and intense.” I paused, my hand hovering over a tailored navy suit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”