Black Sanji Novels & Stories

The strange Samurai, who was no other than Sanza, looking at the speaker through the interstices of his deep bamboo hat, and recognizing his enemy Banzayémon, gave a start of surprise, and, uncovering his head, said sternly-- “Have you forgotten my face, Banzayémon?”

"Now that you are here, better start taking care of me." "Eh?" San was confused who changed in just few seconds. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

He wanted her to show him the real side of her–not the one that she was showing to him. 'Nevermind. We had a lot of time to work on that. However…' He eyed the three pathetic little ants that knelt in front of him. 'These three could not help any longer.' Santi narrowed his eyes. His dark purple eyes glimmered and the black shadow on his irises danced in excitement. With a flick on his left index finger, the former Emperor's body arched, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Santiago struggled in his hold, his fists swinging wildly but Bianchi stared at him with amusement dancing in his eyes, he gave him a taunting smile as he slammed him down on the pavement roughly. “Fuck!” Santiago gasped as pain shot through his body. Bianchi crouched beside him, grabbing him by the chin and forcing him to meet his gaze. "The Don wants a word," he said, voice smooth but deadly. "And lucky for you, I'm in a generous mood tonight. You're still breathing." Santiago glared at him with hatred burning in his eyes. "Fuck you and your fucking boss!" Bianchi’s grin widened, he always did love a fighter. Without warning he drove his fist straight into Santiago’s gut.

The room immediately felt more tense than usual and even if I hadn't seen him before, I knew it was Alessandro Maurizio entering the room. He was even more beautiful than I'd expected. He was handsome in a sinful way. He had the darkest eyes which happened to be the same color as his hair which was in a man bun. His nose was pointed and he had the sharpest jawline I'd ever seen; it looked like it could cut diamond. He was accompanied by his second in command, the underboss, Patrizio. He was almost as good-looking as the boss, but his looks didn't seem as special since I'd seen him before.

Sajani lifted her chin. Her beautiful curves were clearly outlined in her wet, mud-splattered kemben and sarong. It was an astonishingly exotic sight. Some lecherous eyes looked on with lust. But after seeing the Thousand Wounds Kick Sajani landed on the old man, many bachelors thought better of it and felt a twinge of fear.

"I am Don Black's spokesman, but don't try to kidnap me. I don't even know what Don Black looks like. He could be among us right now." I scanned the room for any suspicious individuals. "What do you want, and who are you?" Gio inquired, prompting Santiago to introduce himself. "I'm Santiago Sanchez, but you can call me Santiago," he said before his phone rang. "Sorry, I have to take this call." As he answered the phone, Santiago glanced at Gio. "Don Black is willing to make a deal with you." Gio's expression showed his lack of interest in games, but he responded firmly, "Tell me what he wants."

A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends with a towel draped over her shoulders and briefly staring at the camera. "And finally, No. 1! The man is said to be the future grim reaper for the underground world after the legendary hero Fusen. The only trainee who has ever cleared a King-level mission since Airburst was founded, alias: Angus!" A lad with a supermodel physique and a short ponytail sits and drinks mineral water, ignoring the camera. His constantly emitted hostility creates a barrier that neither the cameramen nor Marika dare to approach. Ravyn asked her friend after she clearly noticed Kanji's panic wh

We understand each other without speaking: "Fucking, who is this song?" The guy stops in front of us, hands in our pockets, and lets go in a calm but sharp voice: - I’m calling the jackal. And you, what are you crazy in front of my portal? Santino advances with a step, without looking down. His voice slap, posed but firm: - Santino. We have an appointment with the one who runs the port. The jackal sketches a smile ... the kind of smile that tells you that you are not ready for what happens.

Is the lord so weak he can't even rise to the top of his academy? Kiri: Ban…Ban has been so busy lately! He can't possibly- Ban: Kiri… he's right… (sad). Diego.. do you think you can help me? Diego: Ban, that's what still makes you human. If you want to be strong,... I can't help you. Ban: Human? I see. I am still human.