Carmen One Piece Novels & Stories

“I can tell that we’re gonna be good friends. You’re not up for all of the stuffy shit. Love it!” “Let her go, Kare. She doesn’t want to be manhandled - “ Carmen starts, but is interrupted by the woman still hanging onto me. “Womanhandled. Or personhandled, if you prefer. Down with the patriarchy!” Karamea punches a fist into the air before turning to me. “Hey, language matters.” Carmen facepalms, but all I can do is laugh. I like this girl. Coming to stand beside me, Carmen puts her hand out to me. “I’m Carmen, Declan’s mate and Gael’s sister. I’m so happy to finally meet you!”

Apparently, it was going to take more than a few car rides to bring everyone together. “Carmen?” Idle chatter died down as an urgent voice rose to the surface. I, and all those who had been instructed to keep an eye out, looked toward the source: a noble woman in a rich, burgundy dress. “Carmen?” she called again, tears in her eyes. She tore through the crowd of nobles toward the ex-rogues who were technically now members of Midnight’s pack. I went on alert, wondering if she was about to attack somebody.

A stranger so alien that she realized she might never have truly known him at all. Sharon, seeing that Thomas was unharmed, unconsciously let out a sigh of relief. Her gaze swept the garden, landing on a slender figure standing a short distance away. The woman wore a deep blue evening gown. Moonlight spilled over her, making her look like a ghostly orchid in a hidden valley. Standing in the shadows, Sharon could not discern her features, but she knew—this must be the person Jamie had mentioned: Carmen, head of the Lance family and the one who had given her that major order.