Why Does Orochimaru Look Like That Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped and my stomach churned with heat as I found myself looking at the most achingly beautiful man, Riuma being tall and lithe, with a jaw so sharp a girl could cut herself with it. So much so that his dishevelled hair was dark purple like jet, with locks falling artfully around his eyes, in which his eyes, in which they were the most striking, with one of them being white like his father's, sharp and penetrating by the way the pupil stood out. While the other eye was a soft green, that boy had a scar, it was a burn mark that accepted almost half of his face, that scar was ugly, but it made the good appearance of his unmarked side even more impressive.

Elijah blinked, turning the screen to me. It was still open to the picture of her wearing a red kimono worn in a way that showcased her large breasts, and the way she was sitting, her left leg was exposed up to about mid-thigh. “Yep. That’s Granny Yūri in her prime.” I waggled my eyebrows. “So our Riko gets her sex appeal from her.” he nodded.

I make eye contact with him and feel everything stop. "There she is." A wide grin spreads across his face. His very handsome face. Narrow with a sharp jawline, a scar on his left eyebrow. He had soft, fluffy looking dark orange hair that hung over his forehead. He was tall, taller than Ike. Slimmer though, but still muscular looking, with wide shoulders and a stance like he was about to charge into war.

always in happy mode! Fuji must be half-Japanese based on his pale fair skin and chinky black eyes. He also has a nice set of raven-black eyebrows and his hair is shiny. Fuji is tall, his body is long and lean, and he lived up to the reputation of being a bishounen guy. He's like a smiling Kaede Rukawa. Hehehe. I'm wondering if this one has a girlfriend, Fuji is like Bennet's inheritance, a workaholic.

Calling me by name without any honorifics," A stern and cold voice came from a helicopter right before them. The door opened, and an islander slowly walked out. It was a man with white hair and beard. His figure was thin and even looked sickly, definitely not the figure of a tough man. However, when one looked at him, one would feel his eyes in pain as if being seared by staring directly at the sun. His face also seemed a little strange. Half of it looked like that of a child, while the other half was completely withered. The powerful contrast made those who looked at him feel a chill in their bones and uncomfortable. When Kenta saw that figure, he could not help but shudder. "It's him. It r

Mariko said, then she opened the door from behind. “Oh, alright. Let’s meet here at eight pm?” Orianna said, which made Mariko nod before she enter her unit without saying a single word. *** The sun is shining, the blue sea glistens on an island as its waves crash against the shore. A young man came up from the sea. He was only wearing trunks that would reach above his knees, showing the scar that was the sign of his car accident.

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

She believed in her strength, just not enough to take Death on in single combat. The two allies she had were considerably strong in their own rights. Odoroku was a shadowy man with long arms and claws. He was wearing black wrappings all over his body that almost matched his skin. He looked similar to Death, except his face was more pronounced through his dark smoke, with two white eyes peering through. He also had horns sticking out of his head.

/ Naoko reached the lobby of the registration centre just in time. The group that that she was supposed to meet up with stood out starkly among the small crowd. Their appearance practically screamed for attention. Everyone had different coloured hair and were such good lookers that they could make simple clothes look trendy. Aimi, who has pastel pink hair and purple eyes, looked lovely in her cute army green blouse, brown shorts, and knee-high boots. Isamu, who has red hair and golden brown eyes, rocked a street punk look and exuded an electrical magnetic charm.

He looked much like Orian, even the brows. But then I could see an old scar on one side of his forehead, his eyes were silver just like Orian's but he had a scar so definitely not Orian and his fingers were crossed before him. They weren't tattooed, they were slender, un-ringed, and un-inked. He held my gaze for some time and then he vanished, the chair was empty like he was never there. I must be going crazy due to a tiny heartbreak, I shook my head before taking a sip from the bottle again, and then I realized that I was far off from finishing it.