Unmasked Kakashi Novels & Stories

The man turned and faced the sky wondering where the moon was. He clutched his stomach and groaned in pain. His raven black hair stuck to his face and he was so sweaty. His wished the moon would just show itself but it was hidden under a big thick cloud and Gwa (for that was the man's name) sighed before falling into unconsciousness. *******

“Is that you, TAMASHI?!” Max’s face formed a look of astonishment when he heard Charlie’s question. “Tama…shi? You’re Tamashi? The guy who’s getting the lightning treatment? THE GUY WHO’S GETTING ALL OF KITA’S ATTENTION?!” Tamashi used his lightning to dash past Max and join Charlie and the unconscious Anna against the wall. Tamashi’s eyes were filled with somber as he observed Anna then turned back towards Max. “What did you do to her? Why are you doing this? And, just a second ago, did you say Kita? Are you a member of Kita?”

He had the audacity to comment on my outfit. "Shut up." I said, he gasped and held his heart sarcastically. "My name is Miles, I'm a ninja." He said, bowing at me. He was wearing a black outfit with a short cap behind him which was also black, he had a mask on his face that covered the whole face, except the eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry." He said, his voice sounded muffled against the mask, he pulled down the mask showing a handsome face as well.

I took the moonstone, feeling its familiar warmth. "I hope so." I turned and walked toward the cafe's exit without looking back. Rocco's heart-wrenching sobs followed me, but I didn't slow my steps. Pushing the door open, I saw Damon standing right outside. He was leaning against a sleek black car, the lines of his tailored suit perfect, radiating the quiet power of a true Alpha. He was a stark contrast to the man inside, crying like a child. This was what a real Alpha should be—strong, calm, and reliable.

his younger self replied. “Takuto?” Rishi waved at him across the table. “You okay?” Takuto looked down and realized his hand had unconsciously smeared wasabi all over the sashimi—Risa had hated wasabi. “S-Sorry,” he quickly set down his chopsticks. “I’ll be right back.” He turned a corner in the hallway—and ran straight into Misaki. “He’s testing you,” Misaki whispered. “That Rishi—he definitely remembers something.”

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his

Tati says, smirking, and we all wait for Cass to return. When she does, she looks stunning. Her Akido Gi is all white. She walks towards Tadashi and Alina intercepts her. I didn’t see it at first, but Alina kneels and holds up a Katana to her and Cass smiles at her and thanks her before taking the Katana and unsheathes it.

She turned around quickly to see a tall guy who looked to be in his late twenties. He had dark brown hair, murky green eyes that moved around the store and his lean body was clothed in black attire. He was carrying a large brown box in his arms and moved in quiet, graceful strides. Melody noticed dark designs in the inner part of his forearm; a tattoo. His gaze quickly locked onto hers. The green hues morphed into a darker colour as stared her for a few seconds, his mouth slightly agape before his eyes dragged themselves over towards the hysterical man near her.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"