Naruto Sleeve Novels & Stories

“All members of the Hiyasha-to dress the same. They wear a Slayer uniform that’s similar to what Chief Reijo wore in Blarjokull, with two large panels down the front, but instead of blue and white, the colors are red and black. They also wear hoods and their mempos cover their entire faces. Because the cultists are all red Slayers, their masks depict the snout and fierce teeth of a dragon. “The Yami Tennō is said to be very wealthy and very proficient with his element. Strangely, no one has witnessed the full extent of his fighting skills. It’s also rumored that he keeps a sleeve arrow, a small brass tube that can fire arrows; lethal up to thirty paces.

I held up my spear to him signally I was ready. “Well, Alred has all of them, one arm of tribal swirls, one arm of stripes, he’s got paw prints on his back and chest. I couldn’t tell you everything he’s got but he’s got them all.” He raised a sword to challenge but I saw him slip a few daggers in his back pocket. “You?” I looked at his arms, Anju wouldn’t allow him to be shirtless but he was in a sleeveless top that tied up a quarter from the top. He had stripes, four on one arm and two on his left. They were varying thicknesses.

She has to find a way to make Lucien to plant seeds in her body. Or...when Lucien gets tired of her one day, she will have nothing. Sunny is changing clothes when Nina enters her room. "Why are you still wearing this, Sunny?" Seeing Nina T-shirt neckline exposes from bathrobe, she asks surprised. The hot spring hall inside will send the special bathrobes for spa. The bathrobes are Japanese style, loose and big, only tie a belt on waist and wear nothing inside. "Oh, I am still not used to it. It is a long way from here to spa place. I'll take it off over there." Nina is a little shy.

; Kelly muttered with a kink smile on her face as she gestured for Hinata to go pick a dress quickly. Since she was new to this she just walked side by side against the nicely arranged dresses in the mall, nothing caught her taste till her eyes caught something. She grab it and walked into the changing room. When she got out she was now wearing a mini tight-fitting gown, that shaped out every part of her curves, it was a pinkish dress that was sleeveless and it also has a picture of Chinese art knitted by the side of it. she walked right to the wall mirror to check out her looks when out of a blue a blond came attacking her.

All the waiting people have their eyes cast down except for three. A 5’8” man in an olive green shirt – that looks far too tight for his muscular frame – that shows off a colourful and intricate sleeve tattoo on his left arm, and camouflage pants. His black hair is cropped short to his scalp, he has dark brown eyes, a thick muscular neck, round jaw, square chin and just from looking at him I can tell he’s a cruel man. I can see it in his eyes.

I quickly added to make sure I cleared up any of their misunderstandings. “Here comes Niko,” Darius said, pointing behind me. I turned to look at Niko. He wore all black just like the rest of his team. Black long sleeve sweatshirt over black pants with a black knife holster strapped to his body. I glanced back at the rest of them to check if they also had knife holsters strapped to their body and they did. I was the odd one out with my short sleeve brown t-shirt and no holster strapped to my body whatsoever. I frowned.

Quickly undressing, I donned it and went to a huge floor mirror. The leather pants were very tight around my legs, after all, eating cake every day was not in vain for me, and my mother Lane took my measurements even before I got to the academy. There were weapon mounts on my right thigh, I put my hand on them and pretended to draw a dagger. Laughing at the absurdity of her actions, she straightened the upper part of the outfit - a leather jacket, fastened diagonally. A distinctive detail of the jacket was an elongated sleeve covering half of the hand, and a deep hood, all this served as additional protection against catchers, because in order to take strength and life, they need to touch th

The thought almost pulled a real smile to my lips. “Deal,” I said, keeping my voice steady. Nico released my wrist slowly, almost regretfully, like he was granting permission he didn’t want to give. He shrugged off his jacket with economical movements and tossed it onto the side table. The crisp white shirt underneath clung to every defined line of his shoulders and chest, the fabric stretching taut as he rolled the sleeves up his forearms, revealing corded muscle and faint scars I wanted to trace with my fingers. I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze away from the way the material outlined the hard planes of his torso.

One was black, one silver. “I had them made when you were born,” Aries said. “They’re real steel, real balance. And soon, they’ll feel like feathers in your hand.” Alex blinked several times before whispering, “Thank you… Uncle Aries.” Aurora followed, her arms carrying a softer gift. She handed him a bundle wrapped in white silk. Inside was a handcrafted training jacket—deep navy with silver lining and embroidery that mirrored the wolves of the Gamma bloodline. On the inner collar, stitched in her delicate script, was a note:

Their gestures lifted my spirits, if only slightly. And then Nathan stood. From behind his chair, he retrieved a sleek package wrapped in dark leather. He walked over to me, standing almost too close, his piercing blue eyes softening as he held it out. "A leather jacket," he explained before I could ask. "Custom-made with protective features. Reinforced against most silver-based attacks. I remember you mentioning once how you hated wearing overly restrictive armor." I gingerly unwrapped the package and unfolded the jacket. It was perfect—sturdy yet lightweight, with little details that showed his attention to my preferences.