Carmen One Piece Novels & Stories

It was as if when he died, he took a part of her that nothing could ever replace. “I sent them out,” Carmen said, taking her hair and piling it on the top of her head in a lazy bun. She allowed a few loose strands of her dark hair to swirl on either side of her beautiful face, looking far younger than she did in the previous timeline. “Do you really think they will let me work in peace if I let them linger around? You know how troublesome the two of them are.” “The two of them.” Willow’s fear curled back down. It was obvious Carmen was talking about Ronin and Alice. Who else could she be referring to?

Carmen left the table and got into her room to get her stuff to perform the ritual. She shifted some of the furniture to the other room to make space for the marking. Elijah watched her in fascination as Carmen drew some circles and random symbols on the wooden floor. She sprinkled some herbs on random places in the circle she made. She took out a sharp knife and placed it in the centre. “We are ready! Bring your daughter so both of you can escape.” Carmen informed Elijah and he went inside the room to take his daughter in his arms carefully and came back to the room.

My mother swept in, trailing a terrified assistant who looked like she was ready to be executed. "I told her you were in a war council!" the girl stammered. "Out," I told her, closing the file. Carmen Rivera didn't sit; she perched on the edge of the chair Daniel had vacated, looking at the leather like it was infected. She was a skeleton wrapped in Chanel. Her skin was pulled tight over her sharp cheekbones, her gray hair scraped back into a bun so tight it looked painful. On anyone else, it would be a cry for help. On Carmen, it was a weapon.

Carmen likened her to a Greek goddess from the way her flowing robe sparkled like stardust, and wings of translucent silver spread behind her, glimmering faintly. "Who...who are you?" Carmen whispered, her voice trembling as she managed to speak. The figure stepped closer, her expression unreadable. "Hello, Carmen." "Who...who are you? And how do you know my name?" Carmen stammered, her voice barely audible. The figure stepped even closer, her presence both mesmerizing and overwhelming. Carmen tried to step back, but her legs refused to move again. It was like it was glued to place. The figure continued to move closer to Carmen, her glowing purple eyes pierced through Carmen, yet her express

What is the point of me being what I am when I feel shackled and useless. “You heard Jasper… Santo is the enemy, and he won’t stop until he takes revenge. Not even the mate bond could make a difference, not his sister being alive, and certainly not pleading.” Carmen sounds bitter, pulling me to sit up slightly with her tone and I look to her. Catching her eye and biting my lip on the surging pain as I recognize her inner sadness. I’m not ready to admit defeat when we still have hope, even if she seems to be. She deadpan locks her gaze on mine and unflinchingly shakes her head at me, as though telling me this is not a solution.

I grit out. SLAP! “Carmen, aren’t you going too far? I thought we were just scaring her,” I hear from my left. I glance over and see Carina standing there. How’d she get tangled up in this? I know she’s after Tes, but I never pictured her doing this. “Are you dense? You think she’ll leave him if we just scare her? She has to die.” Carmen glares at me, her eyes brimming with hate. “She could just leave town.”

Two of them sitting in the front while the one sat in the passenger seat at the back. “Woah… what are you doing here?” the guy seated at the back questioned with his mouth opened. The three of them appeared to be college jocks, judging by their bags and textbooks stuffed into the back with a basketball as well. The three were wearing vests, exposing their well-built physique. But none of them compared to the hottie I had seen the previous day. “Oh, my name is Carmen… Carmen White. I am so lost; do you boys know where the city is?” I asked, hoping for a swift response from them.

“Carmela. You can call me by that. About my identity… I will tell it some other time. You just have to know that, those people in black, they are after me. They want me back. Don’t let them. In exchange…” She took a deep breath. Not wanting to say any words that she would regret, she think about it and that is the only thing she knew she can do. Pulling up her clothes, Oliver was surprised with his eyes wide open. “What do you think you are doing!?” he shouted pulling down her clothes. “huh? I wanna show you my belly. There is a crest on it” He didn’t answer. ‘A crest…’ Carmela did just as what she wanted. A lotus print was on her belly.

The little girl asks my sister. My sister’s lips twist into a maniacal grin. Oh no, I know that look. “See the one that looks like me?” The little nods her head. “That’s your missing Uncle Jen, and the other three are in his crew. What’s say you, Captain Pop, should we attack them?” We are about to be beaten with foam swords. I can feel it. Sure enough, I’m correct. We are surrounded by foam swords held to our throats by Carmen, her husbands, Sawyer, Darius, and Captain Pop herself.

"Carmen, say hello to Young Master Cannon." Carmen's face reddened. Her heart raced and she lacked the courage to even glance at Williams. With her head bowed, she intermittently peeked at him as she squeezed her gown and shyly greeted. "Hello, Young Master Cannon." William's the dream guy of all the girls in the elite, and everyone wishes that he would take another glance at them. In the elites forum, some fantasied about being the lady to Young Master Cannon, and it was totally out of my expectations that he would attend my wedding banquet!