Ace And Luffy Handshake Novels & Stories

A smile appeared on Damon's face as she said, "She wants to make him her friend." "You will be my friend, mister." She extends her hand. He shakes his head "Yes" and makes a handshake with her. She chuckles while pulling his cheeks. "Okay, let's make a special song for our friendship." "Special song?" Damon yelled inside, and he was confused. "Forward with your right hand." She extends her left hand in front of him "Damon." She claps her left hand with his right. "And Samantha." She claps her right hand with his left hand.

“I thought you didn’t trust these kinds of things.” Mila bit her lip. Looked away. “Things we do for our family,” she murmured. Her voice was too light, like she was trying not to let something heavy slip through the cracks. Hera didn’t press further. Instead, she stretched out a weathered hand, palm up. Mila exhaled slowly before reaching for Ace’s right hand and placing it over Hera’s. The moment their skin touched, Hera’s smile faltered. “Left hand,” she corrected.

In this moment, we accepted the challenge Lucian had placed before us. As our hands found each other, fingers interlacing, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of connection and support. The clasp of our hands symbolized a bond that surpassed words—a tangible representation of our unwavering commitment to one another. It was a gesture that spoke volumes, reinforcing our shared purpose and unyielding loyalty.

This wasn’t just a power move—it was a smart, strategic alignment that could catapult us to the next level. After a moment of consideration, I stood and extended my hand across the table. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Mr. Wave” Troy stood as well, his grip firm as he shook my hand. “Looking forward to working together, Ms. Andrea.” The handshake sealed more than just a business agreement—it solidified a shift in the dynamic between us. Whatever history we shared, it was now woven into a future that neither of us could fully predict. As we wrapped up the meeting, I couldn’t help but glance at Troy one last time. There was something unspoken in his eyes, a lingering connection that no amount of

“Thank you!” Sunny spreads both her arms to hug Lance, but Lance is happily questioningly looking at Sunny and understanding what Sunny wanted to do. “She wants to hug you.” I whispered to Lance. Fast in one second he bent down and fast in another second too Sunny hugged Lance tightly with many kisses on the cheek. “That’s Skye and I, power hug!” Sunny happily shared. “Skye, let’s give Lance our power hug.” Skye shook his head. “No.” he answered his sister without emotion.

“I meant what I said though. Conor’s the brother I never had, Karen, and I won’t let you hurt him again. Got it?” “I understand...” I replied holding out my hand to him. He looked at my hand and then gave me a confused look. “On Mazifik, if you make a deal or an agreement with someone, you shake hands to show that you both agree.” I explained, re-offering my hand to him. He nodded and shook it promptly.

Lauren saw what he did there but waved it off and gave him her brightest smile. " You're most welcome " She repeated and took his outstretched hand. The handshake lasted more than Alex was comfortable with but the more he tried to detach his hand from hers, the more she squeezed tightly as if she was trying to send a message to him. Then they settled down comfortably and Lauren was about to order food when Alex stopped her.

Asked Duke Tian Dong, confused about the hand that Zhu Wushang extended for him. “Oh... This?” Zhu Wushang watches his hand and forgot that he just did something out of habit when he agrees on something with Aurelia who teaches him this custom from her world. “Sorry… It’s the habit that I use with my friend when we agree on some…” Zhu Wushang explained but before he pull his hand back Duke Tian Dong immediately shook his hand. The weight of the handshake from Duke Tian Dong is firm and stable like he tries to tell Zhu Wushang that he wouldn’t need to worry about the deal on his part.

He laid his hand in front of me and my gaze automatically shifted at it. "Xandro," I pursed my lips and was about to say something but, instead of accepting his hand in a proper way, I gently tap his hand by the back of my hand since I was holding a lot of paper bags, he laughed and run his hand on his nape realizing that I was not able to accept his hand.

She would call me out on my bullshit, be angry for a few days but inevitably forgive me knowing that Ace was bound to anyway. "Come on, then," Ace slid his hand down my arm until his fingers laced with mine. There was something about the action that felt strangely intimate as if it meant more than just simply holding hands. It was his declaration that he stood by me and was willing to weather out the storm I was about to face with me even though he didn't have to.