Black Sanji Novels & Stories

The line went silent for a moment, and then laughter filled my ears. “You wouldn't want to miss this,” the voice said, dripping with sarcasm. “We've prepared something special just for you.” My gaze darkened, my fist clenched. “What are you playing at, San?” I demanded, my patience wearing thin. The Antonios' are used to playing useless games. San is their third generation heir who calls himself 'The Sage' but his foolishness, no one can beat. He caused the death of his father by making a foolish decision - crossing me.

San ordered as her Dark Gang boys surrounded us including Kris. What the hell ? Are they going to bully us again ? I can easily kill them now. They know that, right ? “And make sure that you give them the finest treatment just like the old, golden days,” San smirked while holding me by the collar and looking directly in my eye. She released me harshly and I stumbled back in one of her minion’s arms who held me in a strong grip.

All were amazed and had to call Shola out from his room. “You guys should allow that boy rest, he just joined today, or you want to blend him already?” Shola uttered from his room while approaching close to them. “Wotowoto, na so we go do am” a tall, huge boy reply. He goes by name Sanjo. He is a rugged cultist, always dressing decent with ties and shoes but deep within his bags are weapons for war. Sanjo has been from his ss1 he joined the school, a thorn in the flesh of teachers. He is handsome and doesn’t look like what he does.

The crowd moves with a will of its own, and suddenly, I'm pushed to the front, the noise reaching a deafening pitch. And then I see him. In the middle of the chaos, Massimo Bianchi towers over the crowd like a god of war, shirtless, his olive skin glistening with sweat under the harsh sunlight and for a moment, I am dread-struck, if that's even a word. He's wearing black athletic shorts slung low on his hips, and every muscle in his body moves like it's been sculpted by a master artist. His shoulders are broad and they flex as he delivers a devastating punch to his opponent, sending him sprawling to the ground. Opponent being Damian Rossi. Another arrogant brat.

I watched his arm move and a scene flashed in my head— his arm moving along my thigh, edging ever so close to my— He straightened up from picking the apples and it was all I could do to stop myself from cursing out loud. Goddamn. He was a 6ft-ish hot dish served hot. A man among men. No. A god among men. Hercules's reincarnation. "Need help with that?" I asked for a distraction to my thoughts. "Nah it's fine. Sanjay will handle it." He said, wiping his hands against his filthy shirt. I could see his heavy chest outlined through the shirt. He wouldn't have any problem lifting me.

Chapter Seventy—Retribution He needed a deep shave, from the stubble which had magically appeared on his jawline. He staggered towards the bar area and grabbed another bottle of brandy, the empty one already discarded with shards of glass all over the floor. The once ever indomitable Justin Santiago, CEO of SAN limited and the first under thirty year old to make it to the Forbes billionaire’s list, now a depressed and heartbroken loser.

His eyes widened in surprise, and taking a step toward me, I kept my head up to look at him as he towered over my body “do what you can, Dante. You heard Bianca, I am not bound to you or this pack; therefore, one more word and I am out of here, deal with your hurricane on your own, because believe me, Giovanni was not kind enough to give you everything with no consequence and there is a fucking reason why he wants me by your side” I knew now that Giovanni was well aware that his son was not actually ready to lead his pack, if anything, I wasn’t even sure how he was going to take care of the companies. Dante growled, his growl sending shivers down my spine; however, forcing myself to hold my

I will remember this. The sentinels were so happy that they approached Sushi but they couldn't get too close because they were still afraid of Sushi. He is a necromancer after all. So I ran to Sushi and hugged him. His black fur is soft as I hug him. "You're amazing." Congratulations to Sushi. I've only seen Sushi fight like this. He's deadly. It was thee who is not commanded, my own mistress. Without your command, I cannot function.

“So good to have you here." "Good to see you, too, man." I accept his handshake firmly. Santi’s a bulky, yet tall man. He towers above my height, and I’m six foot two. His shirt looks awfully small on him, a few buttons unable to hang on. A white, tight shirt peeks from under the shirt which is tucked into an equally tight-fitted pants. When he flashes his teeth at me, it's a gold show. There is no single hint of white teeth. If Santi could wear his dirty, mafia money everyday, he definitely would.

however . Reina tried to focus again with the two men who are now choking each other, they are now fighting in their human forms. Bane blocked Sandro's attack with his hand that is in front of Sandro's neck. Meanwhile, Sandro with a calm and relaxed face did the same. The man felt this is a fun game, it could be seen from his smile. Maybe he is already feeling bored, because the next second Sandro managed to burn Bane's head to the side, breaking his neck. After that, he stood up and smiled satisfied with Reina. Mission accomplished.