Kakashi Stone Face Novels & Stories

Put your hand back, right where it was. I nervously smile at him and I rush upstairs and wear a black pair of jeans and still keep the black t-shirt that I am wearing. When we walk outside, we find General Stone standing on his lawn with his bags. His black bomber jacket making him look larger than usual. He's tall and heavy muscled, just like his son is. He's like an older version of Scott. “Kyrah, how are you?” he greets when he sees us coming his way.

The shirt stretched to its limits on his muscular body. The warriors bowed their heads in respect. When he saw me he tilted his head to one side . A cruel and evil grin stretched over his face. He came closer and walked around me in a circle then stopped where he was standing before. "So this is the little Stones, Jonathan Stones's granddaughter that Alpha Knox wanted". He laughed as if it was a joke. He leaned closer and ran his index finger along the side of my face. I jerked my face away . Both my hands were kept locked behind me.I could not do anything to stop this asshole from touching me. An uneasy feeling ran through my body.

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.

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.

Shadows stretched across the floor, and the silence was oppressive. Then, a voice broke the quiet. “Greetings, May,” it said, smooth and low, resonating from the darkness. May froze, her eyes darting towards the source of the voice. A figure emerged from the shadows—tall, lean, and calm, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice trembling slightly but edged with defiance. The figure stepped forward, revealing a face she didn’t recognize—yet somehow felt familiar, like a ghost from her past. “I’m someone who knows the truth,” he said softly. “And I’ve been watching you.”

He glanced at my bloody hand, then back at my face. “The stone was old, Magister,” Kaka said. His voice was quiet and low, but everyone in the silent yard heard him clearly. “It has been used for three generations. It broke because it was worn out, not because some weak Tier One girl has special power.” When he said the word *error*, I caught a tiny, quick twitch in Kaka’s jaw. He was lying. He didn’t believe his own words, but he needed the crowd to buy it. Maybe he wasn’t trying to save me at all. Maybe he just wanted to stop the whole academy from panicking. Or maybe he wanted a reason to find out what I could really do. Either way, his lie gave me an opening.