Shikamaru Nara Temari Novels & Stories

Grabbing her matching shorts she pulls them on as well, looking at herself in the mirror she smiles as she pulls the towel off her head. Combing it with her brush she smiles as she lets it hang down, over her shoulders and down her back, she loved the color maroon, not sure what it was but it was just a beautiful color. Hearing the door open she puts her sugar skull kimono on, walking out she sees one of his men, “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else..” she blushes pulling her kimono shut.

He chuckled and held her hand with both hands. When Harmonia saw her own hand being held, she intentionally looked at Nara and continued to express concern, “Nara, if you're feeling cold, remember to wear more clothes.” Nara was infuriated and felt like exploding. Her expression was already unpleasant, and now, her face looked like it was almost contorted, but she still had to maintain the most basic smile. She was an elegant young lady, and she absolutely could not lose her composure!

Mara said, still surprised at her decision and wondering why she needed a wool for, maybe she intended on sowing a cardigan for her self. "Yes my lady, I would need the spoke too, I would prefer a black, grey and royal golden colors." Sharriah said, she had decided on using the only opportunity she would ever had in her life and get a material for sowing a cardigan for her master, she had never seen him on one and she felt, she needed to give her master maybe something, because he had treated her well and maybe he do.... She waved her head, removing the thoughts that was about to over cloud her head, the kiss was nothing, absolutely nothing, it was high time she stopped thinking about him ki

Amayra looked hesitant, but the girl just smiled and looked at Kevin for the man to explain it to Amayra. "You really don't recognize it? For Heaven's Sake! Is this the effect of your puffy eyes? He is our classmate. Nara!" "What?!" shouted Amayra in surprise. He looked at Nara's body from top to bottom. As she remembers, Nara was a girl with thick glasses with braided hair. And now? The girl changed with wavy flowing hair, light makeup with monocle eyes. There were no thick glasses framing his eyes anymore. Beautiful, that's what happened to Amayra's brain. The cute girl has changed a lot.

He sighs breathlessly. A trickle of blood makes its way down Miyamura’s nostril. Fuck. ____ EARLIER THAT EVENING Miyamura watches Sorahiko make his way out of his room and smiles. Walking behind him is Hayashi Takao, the dressmaker— who took it upon himself to deliver the suit and still help Sorahiko into it. Miyamura owes him his thanks. And he will give it as a nice investment. A very hefty one. Though, he has to say, Sorahiko cleans up well.

All seemed well and soon the news died down when there was nothing with which to stir it back up. On one of the favourable days, Akamine Yuki continued with her plan. Since she had warned Sasuke and he refused to listen to her, then she was going to make sure she removed the stumbling block, Sakiko once and for all. At the back of one of the school's buildings, two figures could be spotted not very far from one of the plenty trees around, talking. As usual, Yuki was on wearing her black shades with her a different sweatshirt and hoodie on top her P.E wear. Standing right opposite her was none other than Kimura Mari.

Hong and Monica then turned and they saw a young woman with crazy-looking sanpaku eyes, thin black eyebrows, long black hair that falls down her back and some strands that fall over her face, an ample bosom, full red lips, a toothy grin revealing her shark-like teeth and a pair of rectangular semi-rimmed glasses. She wears a white smart shirt and dark pants. "Ms. Tomari!" Hong was surprised. "You bastard!? Didn't you know that you have a match in a week?! Do you want me to lose that contract?! If so then can you be responsible and pay me 4 billion yen worth of contract?!" Hong was speechless, but he couldn't refute anything. He let out a sigh and looked at Monica. "Let's meet again, Nobi Nob

"Amara, is my mind-link broken? Am I hearing her voice because my brain is too empty?" Amara shakes her head fast, her whole face turning bright with joy as she jumps off the furs and sprints toward the entrance. She stretches up on her tiptoes, uses her little claws to flip the iron lock, and throws the heavy wood open. The door swings back, and I see Amara standing there in a bright yellow wool skirt, holding her little stuffed forest bear against her chest. Her dark silver eyes are glowing exactly like the shiny stars above the pack lands. "Amara..."

Fight me lieutenant! Kimora: Yooou...Xannichi Kamahazara. You want a fight captain..BET. I ALREADY KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO COME AT ME FULL FORCE, SO LET'S TURN UP THE HEAT!! (From the crown of her head down to the bangs on her face her hair goes from a beautiful blonde red, to a silent sky blue the rest remaining red and rainbow.) 20% is the most I've ever been able to use on the ship in this dimension without destroying it or damaging it so since I can keep it from being damaged let's go to 21! DISTORTION! (The entirety of the ship shivers with a black and white color and Kimora teleports to the door leading to her bedroom. As she reaches for the door it's swiftly opens and a tall shadowy figu

Sometimes it would even be as different as how they dress. For example: their pack was the only one who wore kimonos to prominent events. Shiro wore a simple black one. There was no need to have intricate designs or artwork. That would distract them from the things he needed to say. His hair went to his lower back when it was down. He got it from his mother and grandfather. It was as black as night and as straight as the wooden boards on the ground. He had put it up in a simple ponytail, allowing it to lie on his neck and blend in with his dark outfit. The only thing that stood out against his clothing was a necklace that his grandfather had given him. It was a red medallion that rested on h