Bellamy One Piece Novels & Stories

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."

Bellamy knew that, but he did not want to throw me into the lion’s den if I did not want to be. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked into his beautiful hazel eyes. His arms wrapped around my waist, and again it was just us in that moment. “Sky diving without a parachute adventurous, Mr. Mate.” My lips tipped up into a smile as I waggled my eyebrows. He leaned into the shell of my ear and whispered one single word – perfect. A shiver pass through my body as it responded to his sexy smooth voice against ear. Bellamy called for everyone’s attention, and their eyes snapped to him immediately. Bellamy had this special aura about him. It was not an Alpha aura. Perhaps it was the witch equi

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Maybe he had come back early! She frowned when she saw the muscled man standing by the boom box, grinning. He was pumped with huge swollen muscles. His head was shaved and he had striking blue eyes and a blondish goatee. He stood at about 5'10" and wore lycra workout pants and a sweat shirt with arms cutout. It said USMC just like Christopher's shirts did. Her attitude perked. Had his troop returned, after-all?

up and checked our weapons and made sure each of us had enough ammunition and also tested our ear pieces and microphones, and all were in working order. As we were traveling to the location, I received an update on the ID of that Demon. His name was Henry Richmond. He had seen the inside of prison walls many times but was always released, on the count of insufficient evidence and witnesses never showing up to testify against him. His name was attached to murders, human trafficking and drug dealings. Well, justice was finally going to get served to him in full! The location information received took us to the most corrupt part of the city. It was home to criminals, drug dealers, addicts, pro

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

Bellamy hovered above me briefly, his hand gripping a handful of my hair, savoring my fear as he loomed over me. Bellamy casually sat down between my legs, his movements smooth and calculated. With a nonchalant air, he peeled off his shirt, the fabric sliding off to reveal his bare skin. I couldn’t stifle the cry that escaped me as I shut my eyes tight, overwhelmed by a wave of helplessness. His chuckle echoed in the room, a sound that only heightened my sense of dread. His hands roamed freely, a chilling reminder of his control. “This pack, his Luna, everything is mine,” he said calmly, as if claiming ownership over more than just physical spaces. I kept my eyes shut, praying for the ordeal

Luckily, the keepers were either dumb, or they just didn't cared much about women from local kingdoms. Bellamy's furry brown coat stood ably on his body, his shoulders relaxed well as he slowly took a few steps towards me. "Lord Bellamy." I gently curtseyed again, but this time more relaxed and less fake. There was something in those eyes of his that almost made the hatred I had for those keepers, melted away. Maybe because they were the exact pale blue like mine, or the fact that he was not bald like the rest.

Finally, he stepped out of it, leaving the girls and I awestruck. It was Bellamy, he wore a plain, black tee shirt and blue jeans. Some body should put on the air conditioner, this place just got hot! Don't you just want to walk up to him and give him a kiss, while he spanks your ass and- shut up! What was I thinking? I swear I didn't know how to shut this mind of mine up. "Okay, who pressed the slow motion button?" I asked Maya who was also in awe. It felt like Bellamy was walking in slow motion. "Some body catch me I think I'm falling," I whispered to Maya and damn! he caught me starring.