Fool's Gold Blox Fruits Novels & Stories

Claire pouted as she trudged over and stuck her lip out once Alisha’s hands covered her eyes. With some help, we rolled Franky over so I could pull down his underwear and start carving into his junk with his own knife. The few males on the cage paled and had to look away, but many of the women looked on with satisfaction. No doubt this asshole abused more than a few of them. Reaching up to my sleeve where my packet of silver dust was still hidden with duct tape, I took a small pinch out and started spreading it into all of the cuts I made. Now it wouldn’t heal quickly, helping to spread the story of our new sickness.

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.