Doflamingo Speech Novels & Stories

The flamingo’s beak worked in tandem with that sultry voice. Logan looked around. A “hmmph!” came from the direction of… the bird? That wasn’t possible. Flamingos didn’t speak English. In sultry, come-hither voices. And mermaids don’t show up in your bed either. Logan’s heart was pounding in his ears. He was hav-ing a stroke. A heart attack. An out-of-body experience brought on by his son’s disappearance. He took a few deep breaths, still staring at the bird. “No, you’re not going crazy, and, yes, I did speak.”

After that brief moment we went our own ways but I was greatly affected. That brief moment had made thing worse for me. At every distance I made, I could guess how his dress smell with the best perfume in the world. His handsome face, tall body and slim physical appearance were all wrapped together in one piece. Then came the boom from his voice that had drained all the breath out of me. I quickly realized that Jim was meant to possess women and had designed his voice to paralyze his women victims just with a mere crack of his voice. I went home totally in chaos. If this man could just manage me with his own voice, how many young women had he killed their souls with frustrations of his voic

Fido said. Vladimir Sokolov’s eyes flashed. His eyes grew as cold as an avalanche as He pinned Fido under a dominant gaze. His aura screamed authority as He chuckled. “You are speaking about History. Vladimir Sokolov is going to erase not only their history but their future from New York City as well, Fido!” Fido flared his nose and stood up. He nodded at him. “Are you threatening me, Vladimir?” “No, Fido. On the contrary, I am telling you what I am going to do to the Whole Mexican Clan!” Vladimir’s icy voice for a moment froze Fido. “Diego's end is going to be worse than anyone who has ever died in his family.”

I didn't catch the eye of most because I was known to be wolfless and the fact that wasn't the case actually made me giggle a little thinking about it. Walking into the diner I was a bit suprised to see not only Duke and Flint sitting about midway through the diner but the brothers from the other pack sitting with them. I chuckled thinking it was probaly them leaving the note as a stupid prank or warning. I walked in fully planning just to step into the office and talk to Mama Rose. "What you doing here rouge? begging for scraps." Flint hollered at me. I rolled my eyes, it was so obvious when he used rouge as a term not my name and I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. I locked eyes

she chuckled before pulling back and waving bye before leaving. The last words she spoke repeated over and over in my head. DAMN IT JUNE!

“Because Claudia Moreau lies. You know it already. She offers you recognition, but she will discard you the moment you no longer serve her. You are not her ally. You are her pawn.” Silence hung between them, broken only by the clink of cups at nearby tables. Sofia’s gaze drifted toward the shelves of books, her face thoughtful. At last she said, “I will not be anyone’s pawn. Not hers. Not yours. If I speak, it will be in my own words.” Mason allowed himself a small smile. “That is all we ask.”

Atlas retorted through gritted teeth. However, the firefighters would not let him go closer, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the villa. "Get out of the way! Let go of me! Naomi! Naomi!" Suddenly, a massive explosion came from the villa. The beams holding it up snapped and collapsed. In that instant, Atlas disregarded everything and pushed the firefighters aside with all his might. "Mr. Payne!" Someone yelled as burning-hot air rushed toward Atlas. Childhood memories flooded Atlas with terror, making it impossible for him to move. However, the thought of Naomi suffering terribly in the fire made it impossible for him to stay put. He covered his nose and screamed Naomi's name

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

"Are you still mad at me? I swear, I genuinely had no memory of anything before… but now I remember everything! I came back for you! I love you! Please… come home with me!" He spoke so sincerely that it seemed he wished to take out his heart and show it to me. But I simply blinked, unfazed. "Who exactly are you?"

Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes. He saw his opening and in a rush he said, “Honey, I’m a wolf. My wolf recognized you. You’re my mate. I’m just trying to get to know my other half. Also, my sister would beat my ass if I didn’t respect women. I just want to talk. Can we please just talk?”