Tsunade Image Novels & Stories

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

He chuffs at her and she nods. As these extremist gamblers watch the battle, I see Ishir attempting to do a partial shift. I watch as he carefully hides his hand that completely shifts into a tiger’s paw. I turn to Zaiden, but he’s watching the match, concerned for his mate. When I look at Tana, she is still in her sitting position, but her face is raised to the sky, her eyes closed. I can see from here that she’s taking in huge breaths, breaths that are larger than she should be able to take. It almost looks like her body is expanding as she breathes. Ishir is also watching her, and I see him nod his head, as if what she is doing makes sense.

The phone nearly slipped from my fingers. Thank God I was sitting on the bed. If it had hit the marble floor, it would have shattered. It was no adorable pictures. The image showed Tarzan’s torso—his sculpted abs glistening under warm lighting, the deep V-lines disappearing into a pair of grey boxers. The thin fabric did almost nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his cock. And printed boldly across the front… was my face. A photo of me smiling, now stretched across his bulge.

Maven said. “Do you have pictures or anything?” Aurelian asked. “Yes, a few of the pack members sent pictures,” he said, taking another file. He dropped it on the table, and we gathered it. Maven and I gasp. “Goddess,” Felix said. The pictures are terrible; I can’t even recognise the person. Their eyes are pure white, and their skin is black. Then, with red veins all over their bodies, they look hideous. “What is this?” I asked.

It had a photo attached. Curious, she clicked on the attachment. When the image loaded onto the screen, Tashi’s mouth hung open in shock – it was her own photograph: pouting with full lips at the camera, dressed in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching panties. She gaped at the screen, eyes wide with disbelief. No, this can’t be happening, she thought furiously. Her heart was pounding, her mouth suddenly dry. At a loss for what to do, she refreshed the page, hoping that somehow it would disappear and she would realise she had been daydreaming.

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

Beside her stood Ivander Gale, the Wind Seeker, his calm demeanor betraying the hurricane-like powers he could summon at will. To Elysia's right was Raiden Stormcaller, a master of lightning and thunder, whose electric presence crackled with power. The lightning tattoos on his arms seemed to pulse, hinting at the destructive energy he could unleash. Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments.

Something had possessed Serena, and it started the moment they passed through the shield surrounding the castle. If they didn't get out of here soon, he had a feeling things would turn worse. ______________________________________ "You look so beautiful Serena", Ariadne, one of the king's sisters said to Serena. She was the image of loveliness and perfection. Her long dark hair trailed down her back, reaching below her knees. Her shapely body was covered with silver scales, just like king Sozai. She also had the matching blue eyes of her brother. Now that she wasn't in the water, her tail was gone and in its place were slender toned legs covered with silver scales. "I love your hair".

“Very well. But first, I should know if I will be entertained enough to give you this chance, Haruna.” HE means the opposite. Foreshadowing the plan that HE had all this time and by which Haruna knew and more than. “You have my word, Supreme One.” “Very well, very well indeed.” HIS satisfied tone and answer. Smiling in a sinister way then snaps HIS finger, granting her, her wish. With the pentagram that only HE can make, in a split seconds Haruna’s images changes. All back to what she used and originally look like. “A mix of lavender and ember color of the flame. Your eyes that resembles the dawn with the flicker of the night. You can only hold on to that image and face for a day, nothing mo

Yamamoto Kazuki nodded and said, “Okay, I know. I’ll pay more attention to not let the opponent prevail. You can go back now.” Hanson bowed and answered, “Mr. Kazuki, I will take my leave now.” At that moment, a girl who had changed into sports attire appeared in the room. Wearing a pair of long sleeves and long trousers, she said with a soft voice, “Tanaka-san, please give this man a check of one hundred thousand dollars to thank him for telling us this important information.” This girl was extremely beautiful. She had a Japanese hairstyle with bangs. Just by looking at her, one would feel that she was quiet and elegant with the standard demeanour of a Japanese woman, but one would not imag