Konoha Hypocrite Novels & Stories

Now, everybody’s attention were on us. Conan pointed his finger at me. “You will pay for this. Who are you to disgrace me in front of so much people? Since I have had sex with you so many times that I’m pretty sure of how invaluable you will be to another man, I decided to take you back, but you are acting like shameless slut that you are. Don’t you know that I have ruined that down area?” He smirked. “Who do you think will accept the leftovers?”

“Turning on each other. Deciding who’s worthy to have a say and who isn’t. Treating people like pawns instead of lives.” Conan’s fingers tightened around mine under the table, not in warning, but in quiet pride. Another voice chimed in, this one softer but no less cutting. “And if she’s wrong? If her presence costs us more than we can afford?” “I’ll bear it,” Conan said, his eyes never leaving mine. “Every cost. Every consequence. If you have a problem with that, your problem is with me.” A murmur rose again, but it was different now, less outrage, more uncertainty.

Supreme Alpha Conan uttered as the Council chiefs all wanted a handshake but he accepted few of them and ordered me to accept the rest, which I did but his eyes had this sense of urge as soon as I lingered at the last handshake, his hands were so soft I felt like handshaking hum everyday. "Would you use every given opportunity to show that you're a whore?" He whispered expecting me to apologize for my mistakes, I hated the fact that he called me a whore so I had to reprimand that fact. "I'm not a whore" I retorted as I held the hem of my dress. "Why would be mesmerized in a handshake? You could have just asked for his cock" He clicked his tongue as he pretended to be listening to one of the

“Your motorcycle is the only one on campus. You’ve been sitting in her coffee shop for weeks. You kissed her in the humanities hallway in front of forty witnesses. You are not deniable, Knox. You are a walking confession, and your strategy of claiming territory through volume has generated exactly the attention I spent twenty years learning to avoid.” Knox stands. The chair scrapes back and the sound is the sound his mother used to make when she stood up from the dinner table before a fight – the genetic inheritance of dramatic exits that he carries without knowing its origin. “No,” he says. “No what?” “No, I’m not going to hide. No, I’m not going to pretend I don’t touch her. No, I’m not go

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

Noah nodded his head. "My uncle is a bad person. He caught a lot of people ah no, but everyone in Arica city. Xeva and I managed to escape and we want to find something that can beat my uncle to free them all." Noah clenched his fists when he said that. He really wanted to kill his crazy uncle. "Arica City? Your uncle caught everyone there and locked him up? Was your uncle Amrodan?" asked the old man in surprise. Noah was also surprised, "How do you know?" he asked curiously.

“Unless the hatred ran that deep.” Yonah chuckled. He then casually hovered his fingers over a set of crab legs, making them twitch and clatter against the plate like little marionettes. Gildeon stiffened, subtly scanning the area. Luckily, no one seemed to notice. “Hatred is such a curious word for it,” the Fallen Immortal said lightly. “You’re not asking what her weakness is. You already know she can be stopped.” Gildeon didn’t respond. Yonah glanced toward the beach, where tourists wandered along the shoreline. “Kohina has shared too many tales with you.”

Instead of getting mad, he just laughed again to tease Kent. "I won't let you slide." "Then you just made me realize that you can only defeat weaklings. What if I'm much more taller and powerful than you? Would you be able to hurt and threaten me like this?" he asked. My gosh! I didn't expect Hiro is thinking critically in a life and death situation. "Why are you making us watch their conversation?" Konan asked out of the blue. "Just watch, I'll tell you later," I replied. We both continue to focus and watch them. I also have no clue what did happen to these two here, but I have a bad feeling.

Inadequate Distractions Koin Koin sat with his back to the wall, still naked and bathing in the small bit of moonlight his porch provided. This had always been a habit of his, when life got heavy, this was his attempt to make it lighter. Something about the nearly taboo feeling of walking around naked out in the open seemed to ease whatever burdens hung to harshly. The day had, been so confusing. That bite sized little snack had managed to plague his mind the entire day. Now Connor saw her, and what's worse was his reaction to Koins reaction. His first assumption was that she was Koins mate, but no matter how Koin explained that they had no real connection he wouldn't drop it.

“She’s coming to discuss the new developments with the rogue witches. When I spoke to her yesterday, she sounded completely ignorant of the info we gathered. This would be a good opportunity to test her and see where her loyalties lie.” Conan nodded, absorbing the information. “That’s fair. I heard she’s a master at feigning ignorance and maintaining a poker face, so how do we differentiate her actual ignorance from feigned ignorance?” “That’s where I come in,” I smirked. “You can’t lie to me, it’s impossible, the perks of being a supreme alpha.” Conan nodded, catching his breath. “Got it show off. I’ll be ready.” We were joined by a couple of warriors who greeted us with respectful bows as