Badass Zoro นิยาย & เรื่องราว

~Zara Todd’s POV~ “Just sit right over here,” he says while his blue orbs shine brightly and I feel like I am hypnotized and I should sit right over there. I feel like I am almost lost in his eyes. But then I realize that his eyes aren’t that beautiful ocean that I wish to see. They are deepest secrets and tsunamis instead of the ocean. I get myself back and say,” No, I won’t. Why would I? To be bullied by you one more time,” I say.

(Doris’ Pov) Zane's portrayal of me as a nobody was not well received by the werewolves around him. "The one you address as a nobody is not what you think she is." One of them revealed bluntly. "If she's not a nobody, then who the hell is she?" He scowled in disgust. "Well, she's the one who formed 100 warriors. So, in a simple sense, she is the reason why are gathered here." One of the recommended candidates close to him revealed.

Disintegrate. The warrior struggles up. Wounds closing where her light touched him. Skin knitting together. He rejoins the fight. She turns. Already moving to the next. A beacon of silver fire cutting through corruption. Unstoppable. Deadly. On our left flank—Zora. Her jaws ripping. Claws tearing. A blur of violence. Three kills in seconds. Throat. Spine. Skull. Her rogues following. Coordinated. Experienced. One of my warriors goes down. Overwhelmed. Four rogues on him.

“But I’ll get past it. Somehow.” Zoe giggled. “Don’t be so sure about that, handsome. I think that ‘rough and ready’ can sell stuff. Jeans? Whiskey? Cowboy hats? Motorcycles? Badass bad boys with hero scars are hot as hell, trust me.” “Yeah, maybe.” Scars shifted on his stomach, winced. “Ouch.” “You in pain?” She was on her feet in a flash, ready to get someone to push some more drugs into the IV. “You need some help?”

Aki and Temujin nodded grimly. “Who else is there?” Temujin asked. “Well, there’s your old enemy Ganzorig. There’s this bomb expert and firebug, Zonghuo. Lastly, there’s Zaterra who’s a… nobody. He doesn’t have any clan or ki powers because he was an orphan from the Far West. He wields crescent moon knives and claims to be the pioneer of a technique he calls the Drunken Fist. Personally, I think it’s just his excuse to drink a lot.”

Even Leonardo and Arman had not dared to come up to him; he hoped his aura and power had suffocated them; it was she who thought herself queen above all that dared to do so and even flirt with him. He would make her fall at his feet, he would make her lust for him over ride her thinking, he would use her own weakness to destroy her and after he was done... The most annoying part was that he couldn’t feel the peace he was supposed to feel. He shrugged it off, after all, the game was just beginning.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

I said softly causing them to zone out a little. “God yes!” Hardin crushed me to his chest and Lil’ Panther had a mini episode of madness. He ran to the podium and adjusted the mic. “Listen everyone. You all heard what my girlfriend has said! As Jared Scott, I say this before you; if anyone dares to mess with my family, then they will have me to deal with! I may not be as badass as my girl, or as composed like my husband; but I will make sure you crave death than anything! They are my people, my girl and my man, and I will go through shades of hell to protect them!” he walked from the mic only to run back to it again!