Kakashi Stone Face Novels & Stories

“I love fucking you.” Tasha didn’t respond. She just lay there, her body broken and her mind numb. * * * * * * Kachi was taken to the old man’s room. He was lying on a large bed, smiling smugly. “Finally,” he said, patting the bed beside him. “Come here, my dear.” Kachi stood still, her eyes blazing with hatred. “Fuck you.” “Such a stubborn girl,” he tutted. “But don’t worry. I have ways of… convincing you.”

The world around us darkened. She gasped. Images flashed through my mind. A crown sinking through black water. A white wolf chained beneath a temple. Orochi drinking from the throat of a silver-armoured warrior. Then another face. Hayate’s. He stood before a sealed gate with blood on his hands. I released Tsukiko. She stumbled into the side of a car. Hayate caught her elbow. “What did you see?” Tsukiko stared at him as if he had become something else.

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

“I look at them when he mentions them. “Or how she almost kissed Kai. Looks like maybe I don't need to say anything. My heart drops when I meet Stone's eyes, but… nothing changes. The anger remains in his eyes, but not because of me. His eyes really soften when he looks at me. “I feel an attraction…with the whole pack,” I confess. Stone's lips curl into a smile. - OK. My jaw drops as I look at him. "Are you hearing or are you deaf?" - He straightens up and walks to the

He laments a bit too loud. "Number, 8?... Man, you got some nasty mouth there?" A rough voice question with an annoying accent. His bunch of messy black hair whips to the foe. Akira subconsciously faces him with a bitch face. He is shocked that the said 'mad dog' and his companion are beside him. He has been wearing that cold bitch face for months and giving out free smiles is not an option!

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

Staring at his face just to see the slight smile pulled over his cheek along with that the black colour smushed upon it. The eyes seem to be red along with the wet spot right over the neckline of the shirt. Koishi stood right opposite side of him with his hands behind his back. “WHy are you calling me Watanabe all of the sudden? Why aren't you calling me by my first name?” Takeshi said taking his steps forward as Koishi just stood in his place not taking his step back. “Pardon sir??” Koishi rises his bow with a confused look over his face but still, the smile never faded away from his face.

If not for the Deadly Fang pack dust and incense I had bought when I first intercepted the pack, I should be dead by now. “Deadly Fang pack!” He slammed his hand onto the desk. My hand found its way to my mouth as I stared at the stone desk. It had visual cracks; the area around his hand had pressed deep in even though it still remained sturdy. “Alpha Ryu…” I muttered. He raised his head, a red, peak-flame-like shape emanating from his eyes. I could feel anger rushing around me for no reason, and my insides began to burn from the outside. He raised himself from his chair of bones, walking up to me. I could only pray he wasn’t outraged enough to kill me since I didn’t have the courtesy of tim

He was met by his kind smile as Kaylus watched him attentively. "I was watching you." Kaylus looked at him, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead. "But how? There's no one here though?," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing further. "Oh! But I did felt some strange tingle on my nape, sire. Like—, like someone was watching me..." His Master chuckled as he clapped his hand once. An object materialized on his right palm. He held it close enough for Kaylus to see. It was a handheld mirror, with gold coating on it's handle and rim.