Dragon Ball Si Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ronin said to her, “I feel so good, whenever I am with you.” Sia didn’t reply as she was scared of him. Ronin again asked him, “How do you feel when you are with me?” Sia replied by heart, “I feel too good and I like you!” As Ronin heard those words, he got very happy and turned to Sia, she saw her eyes and got very scared and fainted. Ronin didn’t understand what happened to her, and he thought she was feeling weak. That's why she fainted and he took her in his arms and went for her home.

Xiao made a face palming reaction which made The8 laugh. “I apologize, your highness,” he spites, “but what I was just trying to say was, maybe she left this world to see you for the last time. And after that, she set herself into a new world because where she might’ve been right now if she’s not here nor in your world?” he tried to say, as if stating the obvious, “The only option for her is to travel different dimensions from time to time,” he continued and Xiao was stoned for a moment. “Really? She could do that?” she asked incredulously.

He tosses his hair back with a head flick and returns to that commanding stance once more. “Are you going to kill him or torture him slowly?” Sierra appears by my side, her voice shaky and her emotions taut. She seems detached on the surface, but I can feel her pain and fear from within. As much as she hates Juan, she has never had the stomach to watch suffering. She’s as rattled by what we just witnessed as I am, despite the years of battles and deaths of hybrids around us. “Oh, he’ll live for now. In pain, and torment. Why don’t you come along and play a little, seeing as you carry as much despisal for him as I do. You are the former Luna, are you not? This worthless scums mate?”

“I will never submit to a monster like you! Never again!” Dante chuckles and walks over to me, then strokes my cheek. “Go ahead and make me the villain, Sienna. Fight me, resist all you want; but we both know how much you crave my chaos.” He says, running his thumb over my bottom lip and smiling as if he’s won. “You disgust me,” I say. “I disgusted you before and still made you cum over and over again,” he chuckles, running his hand down the side of my body, and it sends shivers down my spine.

Dominic turned his body to look at Sierra, his hand gently holding her cheek. He whispered 'Sierra,' while his gaze scanned her eyes. "After tomorrow we will be free from this nightmare called the Yakuza gang.” Sierra's breath hitched. "Dominic, I—" He silenced her with a kiss, his lips capturing hers in a tender, yet passionate embrace. Sierra melted against him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back. Their kiss deepened, a slow burn igniting between them. Dominic's hands roamed down her back, pulling her closer. Sierra's fingers tangled in his hair, her heart racing.

“Oh, I want you, Damian. So fucking bad. You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamed about this… about having you inside me, taking me like this.” “Dreamed about me, huh?” he teased, his voice low and gravelly. “Tell me what you dream about, Sierra. Tell me all the dirty things you think about when I’m not around.” Her breath hitched as she leaned forward, her lips inches from his. “I dream about this… about riding you until I can’t take it anymore. About you grabbing me, flipping me over, and fucking me so hard I can’t breathe. About you calling my name, whispering it in my ear while you make me come apart.”

She didn’t bother to fix it as she was pulled into her subconscious steadily. … “This is so unlike you,” a playful voice spoke in her head. “Why would you hang around with those brats for so long, huh?” Sierra opened her eyes, but she couldn’t see anything in the dark. Still, her face was calm, clearly this wasn’t her first time to abruptly change between places. “I guess the wind made me fall asleep to deep,” she spoke coldly. “Hmph! That’s right! Thanks to that, I can drag you here,” that voice laughed lowly, “It’s been so long since we’re talking with each other. Won’t you say anything to me?”

"Reading them will only make you angry, so just ignore them." Sierra was in her pajamas. I narrowed my eyes at her, and she rolled her eyes at me. "Don't be a critic, Ares." She was wearing Pokémon-themed pajamas. She began making some coffee. "Can't fall asleep either?" She nodded quietly. "Me too." "Coffee?" she asked curiously. "Yes, please." There was an awkward silence between us. "Sierra." She looked at me, and I noticed something different about her. She had a few scratches.

" Sienna's laughter intensified, echoing off the walls like a haunting melody. She paced around me, reveling in my pain. "What happened, you ask?" she spat, her eyes gleaming with madness. "Life happened, Rose. Life showed me the futility of trust and the weakness of love and family. It taught me that power is the only true currency in this world." I clenched my teeth, fighting against the waves of agony that threatened to consume me. "Sienna, you're wrong," I whispered. Sienna's laughter turned bitter, and she knelt down beside me, her face twisted with a mix of rage and desperation. She grabbed my chin, squeezing it, causing me to cry in pain.

Joaquin pressed his lips together in a thin line, remaining completely silent. Meanwhile, Sierra, who unintentionally eavesdropped on their whole conversation, stood rooted in her place, her mind completely blank, while her heart felt like it would leap out of her chest any moment after what she just heard. She was a bastard child! Her mother wasn't her real mother. They were planning her divorce with Rigel behind her back. Sierra felt her entire universe collapse at the same time. How did this happen? She felt Her heart getting heavy and suffocated, while her eyes filled with uncontrollable tears. Sierra covered her mouth with her hand to hold back her sobs which were threatening to escape.