Afro Luffy Novels & Stories

Her face reddened, crumpled her fist, and gritted her teeth. Rei’s pain tripled as Amaia said the words she didn’t want to hear. She is a wolf but her heart was like a human, opposite to the attitude of Amaia who can’t control her rage. She wanted to cry; almost her tears will fall at the peripheral vision of her eyes.

she blurte "A man does not choose his companions in the black cells," the handsome one with the red-and-white hair said. Something about the way he talked reminded her of Syrio; it was the same, yet different too. "These two, they have no courtesy. A man must ask forgiveness. You are called Arry, is that not so "Lumpyhead," said the noseless one . "Lumpyhead Lumpyface Stickboy. Have a care, Lorath, he'll hit you with his stick

They would chase one another through the underbrush, their figures weaving a tapestry of movement, and Aria, invigorated by their untamed spirit, reveled in the joy and freedom they embodied. In this delicate dance of friendship, she dedicated herself to learning their names and personalities. Akira, the strong gray male, radiated a protective nature, always vigilant, a quiet guardian watching over her. Luna, the sleek black female, was a bundle of playful energy, her exuberance often instigating wild chases, while Zephyr, a mischievous young gray male, was renowned for his daring escapades, darting off into the woods, exploring the boundaries of their territory with boundless curiosity.