Bartolomeo One Piece Novels & Stories

“And it looks like she got tangled up with the Brona too. At least that worked to get the raw material cheaper. Did you see how sexy she is? That’s how she convinces any Alpha...” “Hey, keep your voice down. What if the Patriarch hears us?” “Gentlemen,” I said loudly as I stepped out of the little pantry. I watched their lewd faces with satisfaction. I might be just an Omega, but now I was Lorenzo Greco’s Omega. “M... ma’am,” the one who’d called me a whore said. “We didn’t know you were there.” “I noticed you didn’t,” I said, then glanced at the name tag on his suit. “Careful what you say, Roberto, because you can lose a lot more than your job over an offense like this.”

Once Nico seemed to calm down, Vince called Mario, one of the soldiers, to pick him up and take him back to the mansion while Vince went to look for Lina and Maddie. Bartolomeo was staring at the door when Vince stepped inside. “How is he?” Bartolomeo asked, his voice low. Vince was caught off guard but chose not to argue. “He'll be fine. Or at least, he'll be in a manageable state. In time.” “Uomo stupido,” Bartolomeo muttered, gesturing to the door where Vince had come from, whiskey glass in hand. “Yeah. Unresolved love does that to people. And... please, don’t talk about my Sottocapo like that.”

They need each other, and now, with their bond being blessed by the Goddess, they need each other more than ever. During breakfast, we discussed several pack issues that Nate was bringing to the table. Romeo quickly found answers or fixed the problem, and Elliot and Nate were quicker at dispatching orders. Bart was very observant of our interactions, and I was curious about him. He seems to be a good guy, someone who has suffered a lot, but he is loyal and a noble soul. That much I can tell about him without using my ability. While we were there, I decided to get to know him better. After all, he will be The Gold Heart Pack’s new Beta. “So, your full name is Bartholomew?” I asked.

, she added, looking at me with a stoic expression. I shrugged my shoulders at her and blinked confidently. “Vincenzo gets dethroned by the council for a stupid reason. He leaves without a fight because his best friend convinces him that everything would be taken care of, only for Vincenzo to get killed shortly after”, I said, placing a finger on my chin. “And then, this all works out well for Manuel, a Beta who now oversees the entire territory. Nobody could get it that great by coincidence”, I said in a pondering tone.

said Prince Arthur while crossing his arms over his chest. "Prince Arthur, you have to protect this nation at all costs using your Tizona sword while I am away!" "Understood father, I will also train very hard so I can defeat King Abaddon once we meet again!" King Bartholomeo rolled his eyes at Elora. "By the way, I would like to thank you for helping me recover. Your name is Elora, right?" Elora got down on her knees. "Yes, King Bartholomeo, I am overjoyed to see you have recovered as well!"

Luca’s POV “Did you or did you not lend a huge sum of money from the boss?” I watched as Luffy, the head of the questioning team demanded in an icy voice while vigorously shaking the man in his grip. Romeo. That was his name. Romeo Satori.

His left eye supposed to be there but Vincenzo is the reason he has only one eye "You will pay for this brother", Marcelo swore

He chuckled softly and approached her in slow but steady steps, “since you know the truth about your father and know about this world, I believe you would know of someone even your father wouldn’t dare to just attack without a perfect plan.” She furrowed her brows, thinking about what he meant and when realization downed on her, she asked, “who are you?” “The very person you just thought about.” She didn’t say anything but he could see her gulp and her heart beating faster than usual, never in her life had she thought that her captor was none other than the El Diablo himself.

The boy who left the black wax on the baker's counter. Captain Brandt's guards stood on either side of him. Behind me the great hall was still full of people refusing to go home. Outside the tall windows, twelve gray ships lay in our harbor like a row of sleeping wolves. "What is your name?" I asked. "Ottavio, my lady." "Who is your master, Ottavio?" "Aurelio Vey." He swallowed. "Most people call him the Voice. He rules the southern ports. Every captain on those ships answers to him."

His grey kimono was immaculate, and the katana that should have been confiscated at the door still rested across his lap, because Takeshi Yamamoto went nowhere without his sword and no one was brave enough to try taking it. His second in command was ayounger man with ink crawling up his neck. He stood at perfect attention. And finally, directly across from me… Alessandro De Luca. He was elegant as always with his silver hair swept back and a suit worth more than most men's homes. He looked at me across the obsidian table with the patient, predatory smile of a man who had been waiting years for this moment. Behind him stood Antonio, his second in command who has a scar through his left eyebro