Shikamaru Nara Temari Novels & Stories

she whined, tugging on his arm. Darius? His icy blue eyes drifted to the barbie, and there was a sharpness to them. Annoyance? His gaze returned to me and briefly to the worn tan backpack I’d used sewn on patches to hide holes. His lips turn up ever so slightly. “Uchiha,” was all his deep voice said before he stepped around me and his barbie girlfriend had to struggle to keep up in her sky-high heels. Uchiha? I was confused until I looked at my bag and remembered that I had recently patched it with the Uchiha crest from the Naruto manga and anime. Does he know it?

His good look’s just a bonus; his love for black clothes, and gothic rings and necklaces which she personally loves. His simple semi-short hair, which he usually styles into half updo with a black hairclip, added more appeal along with his fancy chromatic glasses. Truly, Takumi has an eye condition which limits him from seeing specific colors than those which have normal eyesight—quite rare—something Theresa wanted to learn about. Tomoya dashed towards the see-through door and opened it for his cousin then the both of them directed towards her. “Looking all good, ah?” Tomoya grinned the moment he sat on the other side; specifically in front of Theresa who had all the intentions of ignoring h

I had promised her with a vow as she rode me to oblivion. I had asked her to if I could do anything to assure her that I was hers and she did. Since it was a family decision, Kishimoto wore his traditional Japanese garb. His wife did the same but his three daughters did not. They wore pristine designer dresses and held handbags. The security was heavy especially on the road. In our private discussion, Hashirama had been very concerned about being ambushed on the way by his son's supporters. "How many cars do you have in total?" I asked him.

"So, what brings you here?" My gaze lingered on Amara-san, a tiny nail and hammer seemed to be dangling from her ears, and she was wearing a fuzzy pink shirt. Her frizzy dark brown hair was divided into two puffs... cute rings adorned her middle fingers... ah! I've seen those before! They sell them at the street markets! She wore multipe rings on her fingers so they looked like a set for a moment. "...Ito-san?" Fukuda-san's tone sounded off. I turned to see him and Senpai staring at me like I was being weird.

"Stand here," Miura guided Akiko, whose body was still wet. Eventually, someone had told Akiko to bathe to cleanse herself, and now she stood wearing only her undergarments, ready to put on the shiromuku. The kimono looked so pristine that Akiko was afraid she would soil it if she touched it. The fabric was not plain white; various symbols were embroidered on its surface. "Cranes, cherry blossoms, orchids," Akiko named a few familiar motifs she recognized on the kimono. All were embroidered in the same white color as the base fabric, camouflaging the patterns when viewed from afar.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Chapter Seventy-Two: Ready to Bond Phera POV: Wearing the white kimono gown that Newmara had picked out for me, I made my way through the pack house. Beneath the gown, I had on delicate lingerie, something that made me feel both nervous and empowered. The thought of my mates seeing me like this, for the first time, was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

After saying this nerom immediately disappeared out of thin air. Amari was stunned and he suddenly appeared at her front. Amari was able to react on time blocking his sword. Those blue eyes who were always cheerful were showing killing intent towards her. "Not Bad." He said as he slashed his swords continuously. Amari was barely holding it, if it wasn't for the Aquarius relic replica she wouldn't have been able to endure it. It was indeed powerful but if its holder weren't able to keep up, it'll be futile. "Weak!" Nerom slashed his sword directed to Amari's head, she was able to dodge it through time. Slashing a side of her cheek. She backs out.

Nova was confused by Liana's reaction. "Hey, what's wrong?" Nova began to look for something wrong in him, a second later, he realized. He wears Naruto's underwear. He immediately jumped and screamed loudly while taking over the blanket — the blanket in Liana's hand and fell to the floor — he immediately covered his body.

Chapter 27 Narat’s POV My body was going through a crisis, yet I managed to meet up with the pace at which Miss Darika was moving. I sneezed terribly and apologized to her. “Miss Darika.” Miss Naruemon politely stopped her and bowed her head wearing a smile filled with fear. “What do you want,Naruemon?” “Narat is running a fever.” She explained and I felt good knowing someone noticed. Is she trying to talk to her? Will it work?