Temari X Shikamaru Novels & Stories

She just lost her interest in Yuji if there's this annoying man that always gets in her way. "Right, and I won't ever let you have him hehe." Toma smirks mischievously. "Toma, be a little respectful." Cami whispered. She worries that the two might start a fight. "It's fine Cami. Atleast he doesn't hide his true feelings. I'll see you whenever then, ciao." When Tsuzu finally left, the couple both looks at one another. And there, their true selves were shown. Toma's face looked at Cami coldly, while Cami just glared at him. "Remind me why I agreed to do this with you?" She suddenly asks.

The facial resemblance that he shared with Jayme was obvious. "Zhao was such a good mate." T'mara's smile was gentle and loving, and her fingers tapped along the small picture in the locket. "Good looking as well." She studied the picture once more before closing the locket and leaning back into her chair. Her eyes became distant as she said,

Himari’s POV. - “I love you….” “Mari” I turn around and meet gazes with my mom, and instantly run into her arms. My tears take the moment to pour freely as I wrap my shaking arms around her tightly. I’ve never let the thought of separation once cross my mind during my time beside Zorien. I don’t know if I’m overreacting or doing otherwise. I just can’t quell this dreary pound in my chest. “Himari, calm down child. You need to believe in your mate” Mom coos at me while rubbing my back slowly, and I feel a different hand over my head, recognizing it to be dad while I sniffle and try to fight back my sorrow.

She’s excited to start her new life here and already knows how I want her to protect Kimarhi. ‘Thank you, Rieka. Give us an hour, please,’ and I cut the link. I reluctantly free myself from Kimarhi’s cuddling embrace. She groans disapprovingly but lightly kisses my chest, letting me up. She turns and nestles into Xim naturally, and he holds her protectively close. Kimarhi is radiant, even with her hair a mess and sprawled over him. Together their scents mingle with mine, and it’s toe-curling. I must pull myself away, or I will crawl back into bed and ditch the Summit.

he has always known her to be quite hot but what is she doing with her biological son? Tsunade whipped Kazuma hard a few times before taking off his shorts and sucking on him. This view became so disturbing to Sasuke so he walked off and left…..

AMARACHI "You made these dress?"chikaima asked for the umpteenth time as he stared at the dress i sewed with a wide smile plastered on his face. "Yesssssss"i replied laughing. I liked the fact that he admired my work. It made me feel good of myself. "You are a very good seamstress Amara"chikaima complimented me. My cheeks turned red and i couldn't hide my blushing. Chikaima raised an eyebrow at me and raised my chin just enough for me to look at his face.

An outsider learning their style seems unfair. A young girl at the table was visibly excited. She is wearing a formal turquoise kimono with temari designs on the skirt. She has her chestnut-colored hair tied into a bun and decorated with a temari hairpin to hold it up. She has a silver swan crest on the back of her kimono, depicting their family crest. "Did you seriously have to overdress yourself like this?" The boy next to her irritably said, He is wearing casual clothes and has the same chestnut colored hair and eyes as his sister. Both are nearly identical in appearance.

Takumo liked her soft beauty. Next stood Takiari. She had fiery red hair and sharp green eyes. Her body was strong and curved. She held her head high. Her hips swayed when she walked. She looked ready to challenge him. Takumo smiled. He enjoyed wild spirits. Last was Aridoari. She had golden brown hair and soft brown eyes. She seemed shy. Her cheeks turned pink under his gaze. Her figure was delicate yet inviting. Small hands twisted together in front of her. Takumo felt heat rise in his chest. He wanted to teach her confidence.

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

His hand moved from her ribs to her waist, pulling her flush against him again, his forehead resting against hers as they both tried to catch their breath. “Hey, after work. Let’s just get some Chinese food and hangout at my place,” Tera suggested casually. “I will wear a supper sexy crop top ad we can make out on the couch as long as we want.” Marius let out a low, rough chuckle, his forehead still resting against hers. The tension in his body shifted from urgent to something warmer, more relaxed, even as the heat between them lingered.