Naruto Masked Novels & Stories

The tall frame in front of her knelt down and harshly cupped her neck, their faces only inches apart and Martina could only cringe. This is the face of a man she has loved for ten years, the face of the man she worshiped more than God himself, the face of the man she always looked up to. Right now, even the devil she heard about in stories was much more approachable than this devil in front of her “Please Hardin” Martina began to beg, “please don’t do this to me” tears were still streaming down her almond shaped eyes, “please!!” “Hardin baby” Melisa called out to him while standing up, she was clad in a red colored dress that exposed part of her cleavage which left Martina wondering where i

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

Haruto's attention drifted toward the clothing bench where Kaito had thrown a few accessories and his gaze zeroed on a white mask. He walked over and picked it up. “Is this for something?” He was glad he sighted the mask. He had been wondering how he'd bring up the topic of the party without Aito getting suspicious. He didn't want Aito knowing he had planted a bug on him. Aito nodded. “My brothers are hosting a masquerade party. They’re celebrating a huge contract they signed, so Kaito brought me here to find something to wear.” Haruto turned the mask over in his hand, already imagining how angelic Aito would look in it. “When?”

. ZANE. I knitted the ends of the mask in place, a slow smirk straddling my lips. The voice modulator had been set into the mask as well, keeping my voice firm and altered. I’d taken cautious, slow steps, one foot after another, then finally pushed open the door. My breath caught for a moment. My heart stilled. Time stopped. Nora—well, fuck. Nikita was standing, dressed in fishnets and nothing but little star-shaped tapes on her nipples. She had chains glistening on her waist, her hair packed up tight and the end knitted into a pig tail. She looked… terrific.

I forced myself to stay still despite the tremor running through my body and looked around for Sebastian. I knew it. He was unreliable as ever. "How much longer?" I finally asked. "Soon. Just wait a little longer," Rebecca said. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, a server led someone into the private room. The man was dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase. I glanced at him once before turning to look at Rebecca, who had been watching me the entire time. "So what exactly are you planning?" I asked. "Are you expecting him to start a therapy session for me right here in the private room?"

The deep voice startled her. Honey looked up to see a tall man in an elegant black mask that covered the upper half of his face. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit with no tie, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone to reveal a glimpse of tanned skin. "Is it that obvious?" she asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt. He smiled, a flash of straight white teeth that contrasted with his dark mask. "You have that look of someone taking mental notes rather than simply experiencing it."

I ask Keito as we leave and walk out into the hall. "It's very exciting," says Keito, as usual a taciturn person, but saying everything in the few words he has, "many events occur." "Are the twins a bit annoying?" I ask, and Keito turns his masked face to look at me, and chuckles. He recently changed all the bandages wrapped around his face under his mask to black ones, and I'm assuming that it's because he healed up underneath if he's wounded, and his mask that's a dark color as well with his face is darker than his deep brown hair. I haven't specifically asked what is the reason for his mask and bandages, but I don't ask him at all. Aside from his neck up to below his chin that's visible,

He really wanted to give Fane a few words of praise, but he felt like he would be sabotaging Fane if he opened his mouth at that moment, so Nelson kept his mouth shut. The person with the worst look on his face present was the masked man. However, the masked man was different from regular disciples. His eyes were incredibly vicious and could immediately tell that Fane's battle was quite different from his. The only thing the masked man could not pinpoint was the exact reason for that difference right at that moment. It had definitely ruined the masked man's plans of ridiculing Fane after his battle to vent his frustrations. He would then find a chance to deal with Fane in the future and dig

He had the audacity to comment on my outfit. "Shut up." I said, he gasped and held his heart sarcastically. "My name is Miles, I'm a ninja." He said, bowing at me. He was wearing a black outfit with a short cap behind him which was also black, he had a mask on his face that covered the whole face, except the eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said, his voice sounded muffled against the mask, he pulled down the mask showing a handsome face as well.

As a result, in an incomparably painful pain, the cultivator groaned and opened his eyes. The mask on his face was originally a magic weapon. Not only could it cover his face, but it could also block the detection of spiritual sense of cultivators. But at this moment, there was only half left. Not only could he not hide his face, but the inscriptions that blocked spiritual sense were also destroyed. At this time, he moved his body, and the mask finally couldn't hold on any longer. With a click, it slipped off his face. Immediately, the cultivator appeared in front of Caspian and Mona Jones.