Bellamy One Piece Novels & Stories

Footsteps late at night means Bellamy. Tonight, the footsteps come wwrong,very fast Her pulse jumps. The door opens. Two guards drag in a crate and shove it against the wall. Bellamy steps in behind them, irritation written all over his face. “You are becoming expensive,” he mutters. She pushes herself upright slowly, refusing to look small. ------------------- “Did your hero finally scare you,” she asks. His lips curl. “He is annoying me.” Good, she thinks. That means Alex is close. Bellamy drops the crate open.

Bellamy notices my focus. “What are you looking for?” he asks. I point at the pillow. “I want that pillow, but…. The glass…” I trail off, no further explanation needed. Bellamy doesn’t respond, just moves to the bed, crunching over the scattered glass shards and grabs the pillow. He shakes it and pats it down thoroughly making sure that there is no glass stuck in it anywhere before bringing it to me. I take it immediately. He zips up my bag and pulls it over his shoulder. It’s a baby pink colour and honestly looks a little ridiculous on him. But also sort of adorable? We head out to the living area. I feel particularly small and pathetic in my blood smeared pyjamas and unicorn slippers, my h

The water splashed the ink all over but there was supposed to be sign of the whirlpool. “ Children let's go in. " Queen Minerva beckoned on her children but Bellamy kept on wailing. “ Bellamy please stop crying. You'll paint another one tomorrow. " “ No. I want my unicorn!" Bellamy screamed. Her eyes turned red immediately and Queen Minerva gasped. “ Bellamy control your anger. Remember you're mummy's perfect girl. " Queen Minerva said calmly and Bellamy screamed. “ Sebastian go call your father. Archer try to calm her down with your powers. "

Ulrich, on the other hand, was. I nodded and broke for the door on the other side. The men behind Felix jumped into action whilst he remained still. Watched as I scuttled away. As Harland tried to stop them from getting to me. But before I could reach the door, it already opened. Swung wide to reveal a blood-covered Bellamy. A seething Bellamy. His canines were bared. Anger scrunched between the lines in his brow. Naked as the day he was born.

I asked Bellamy to check what the pills were for and had a different source pull out Isabella’s medical reports. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I rebuked sharply, pacing the room. “You’re upset, good I’m in need of a sprinting partner, my wolf is dying of boredom.” Though he didn’t look it, Bellamy was my most trained warrior. It’s just his heart was a battle between the heat of the field and a tech nerd. In that mood, I could have killed him if we attempted to have a casual fight but before I could protest his marched off his desk punching me hard in the jaw.

“Talk to Macario about Siphons. When I’m born, you will use the same sigil that linked Uncle K to you, so that you will be able to temporarily use my abilities. Don’t worry because it will be completely safe to do it. I’ll pop in if I need to relay anything else, but that’s all I can tell you right now.” Bellamy looked at me apologetically for not being able to answer the questions in my head. I shook my head and pulled him in for a hug. He should never feel bad because he had become our savior time and again. “You’re a blessing, and I truly appreciate you,” I said before kissing his forehead. He smiled at me like I just gave him the best compliment. Bellamy squeezed my hand before I was bac

If things went south, she might run out again, but at least she wouldn’t be able to run very far in a tiny dress of hers showing off her long, tanned legs. The harbor was deserted for four blocks and I didn’t need to be subtle any longer, so I hoisted her over my shoulder. She felt so light in my arms. I jostled her up higher on my shoulder and hiked with her up the ramp. The water below us rippled, reflecting the moonlight on the waves. My nostrils flared at the salty scent of sea air and fish stink which lingered. The crew knew better than to ask me any questions, and the captain saluted me when I stepped on board.

"Relax, it's a lighter." My pulse is still going haywire. "Oh, good. I thought we were about to star in a murder documentary." He grins, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror. "You have a flair for drama, little angel. You'll fit right in." Little angel? Cora's already leaning forward, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "You carry a lighter shaped like a gun? That's so cool." Cool? He nearly gave us a heart attack, remember? Bellamy smirks, turning onto the main road. "It gets attention."

Bellamy turned, then looked at her and replied, "If you want to repay me with a meal or something, then it's fine. I am very busy." He continued to walk toward his motorbike. His arrogance had attracted Rebecca's attention. She ran over and stopped him in front of his motorbike. "I want to check whether all my things are still here." "What?" Bellamy furrowed his brows. "It can't be a coincidence that you had appeared out of nowhere and caught the robbers. I am suspecting that you have teamed up with them," Rebecca said with certainty.

The drinks helped. A lot. Maybe too much. The music became louder. The lights became brighter. And my problems became significantly less important. At least temporarily. Then fate decided I hadn't suffered enough. Because Bellamy walked in. With Davin. Of course. Of course she did. The moment Bellamy spotted me, her expression changed. A smile appeared. The fake kind. The dangerous kind. The kind women reserved for rivals. Wonderful. Just wonderful. She approached our table. "Corleone."