Novel & Cerita Naruto Hollow Mask Fanfiction

"You know as long as you're alive, I'll never be the heir and finally take over this world. I've waited too long for this moment, ever since I was old enough to want something else than your little hole." "Excuse me?" Antonio replied with a disgust expression on his face. Damon didn't repeat himself. "Whatever that is about, I don't care to know. Let Hinata go...we made a deal...let the girl go!" Antonio snapped, not minding the two hands of the masked man holding him down by the shoulder and another pinning his wrists at his back.

All I want is the possessive weight of him crushing me from behind, stretching me wide, filling every hollow space inside me until there’s nothing left of who I used to be. I don’t know his real name. I don't care. To me, he is Mask. My stalker. My tormentor. The monster in my room. The only thing in this world that feels real right now. I’ve never seen his face. And yet, somehow, I have spent weeks fantasizing about him. Call me slutty, call me crazy. I really don't care. Don't pretend you’ve not had wild thoughts too. Like fucking your really hot neighbor or seducing him from right under his wife’s nose.

Zane continues before ending the call. I ran to my bike, opened the compartment behind and put on the leather jacket I kept inside just in case. I took out my mask, which is enough to cover my mouth and one of my eyes, leaving a hole for me to look. I drew a mouth and other designs on it to make it look cool and it's safe to say that I'm proud of it. If you've ever watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might have an idea or two. It looks just like kaneki's, but mine is better.

It was impossible for Ghost Masker to say that he was not afraid at all. "As the saying goes, gentlemen all like graceful ladies. Since it is about the young lady of the Zhu family, of course, men want to pursue her." Master Ruyu smiled gently. Then he glanced at the fan in the Ghost Masker's hand and said, "I heard that the folding fan in the Ghost Masker's hand is like the soul of Yama. When it is waved, there will be blood. I really want to know." The Ghost Masker did not show weakness. He sneered and said, "As you wish."

I shivered, biting my bottom lip straining to focus. So, there is a Darius and a Forrest. What is the third’s name? Was Darius the one homeroom or Gym Class? Too many questions. I glanced over at his notebook. He was following along but was also doodling. I stretched my neck to try and see what he was drawing. I blinked as I saw it was me. But me anime-style dressed in a female version of Sasuke Uchiha’s costume in Shippuden. He’s outstanding! “My breasts aren’t nearly that big,” I whispered. I was going to regret saying it. But the costume Forrest was drawing me in had more cleavage than I’d be able to supply.

Aria felt it the moment she stepped into the clearing. **Pain. Memory. Hunger.** It slammed into her chest like a drumbeat. One of the Hollowed looked up, sensing her. He pulled off his mask. He had no eyes. Only empty sockets, stitched with red thread. “Vessel,” he rasped. “You walk willingly.” Kael growled and moved in front of her. “She walks with *me*.” The man smiled, cracking skin stretched too thin. “Good. Let Thrennos see what he must break.”

Because of his spy always scolds their transaction and blocks the entry of dollars into the black serpent that they can use that start and overthrow everyone involved. Bang! On the arm, she shot. The blood came out like a faucet. "Madam!" Naruto is the secret agent and reaper. He is the one who works well even without him. "What!?" She was angry that she didn't look back. "That guy is still tough." Naruto kept his face serious. "Yeah! I know. He wants more torturing him! Before speaking." Her voice was high. "Ha-ha..ha.." It was hard to laugh. Because of the blood lost in its body.

Haru was sitting on the corner, bawling his eyes out like a toddler with snot running down his nostrils, as if he was the one experiencing Mask's story. "The hell you cryin' for? Dramatic as fuck," Mask grunted. "HuwAaaH~! T-that was— Allura and you should r-really get together!" Haru sniffled while wiping his tears and snot. Mask shook his head. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't." "Huh—" Haru suddenly stopped crying. "So... you really wanted to be with her? You didn't deny it." "You know what? Whatever. Just teach me some Tagalog words. You sound less dumb when doing it." Mask said as he was finally done fixing his mask.

The air whistled around me as I was shoved to the side by Ronan, falling hard into the underbrush. I barely caught my breath as I scrambled back onto my hands and knees. “What is going on?” I quickly looked ahead to find a masked tall person now standing before Ronan, not cloaked or hiding, but visible and monstrous. His face was obscured by a bone-white mask etched with runes, his form crouched like a beast about to pounce again. Ronan stood tall, blocking the hunter’s path. His muscles coiled, eyes glowing fiercely as he bared his teeth.

"Long enough to decipher someone whom I see is hiding behind a mask. People, be it a man or a woman, are the least themselves when they talk in their own person. Give them a mask, and they will tell you the truth themselves. See? Simple, isn't it?" Hanako realised that keeping something from Subaru would not be that easy. She looked into his eyes, which seemed like they were looking right through her. "Yeah, really, they just told me this, that's all." Subaru's eyes narrowed. He became certain that this smartass girl was hiding something from him. He looked at Hanako with a serious expression. Subaru made the Retsu seal and pointed at Hanako's forehead. "What are you?" "Shinobu āto: Kokoro n