Gear 5 Luffy In Marineford Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

I hissed. “My apologies, milady.” The man coughed. “I don’t yet have my sea legs.” Armelle came up behind him and slapped a hand against his back. “Fang here is from Chamber, trying to get back. He’s not much of a sailor.” “I hate the sea.” Fang vomited again. I had to look away. “They don’t sail much in Chamber?” After a moment, Fang straightened up with a hand on his stomach. He still looked green and I had to resist the urge to take a step back.

I took a gulp of the hot liquid, relishing the needed burn my throat experienced as it went down. "Control yourself, London." Fuyu spoke. "It looks like you're taking this mate news very well, or have you been pretending right from the beginning and acting like you never wanted one?" I scoffed at him with anger while he rolled his eyes at me with a low growl.

But his icy blue eyes were wide open, tracking the sweeping white beams of the federal spotlights on the water line behind us with a dead, frozen intensity. "They're flagging the channel," he panted, his breath a short, ragged mist that vanished into the spray. He didn't look at his bleeding shoulder. He looked at my hands. "The silver gun, Alina. Give it to Marco." "Marco is busy steering us through a wall of grease and fog, Lorenzo," I said, my voice cutting through the roar of the engines with that familiar, stubborn kitchen bite. I didn't hand the weapon over. I tucked the cold iron barrel right back into the waistband of my sweatpants, keeping my fingers wrapped around the checkered gri

I replied, my heart lightening with relief. The sound of their laughter, bright and carefree, drifted from the backyard, guiding my steps. Near the old stone fountain, I found them, a whirlwind of playful energy. Marco, his face flushed with excitement, was chasing Laxus in a merry circle, their laughter echoing around the tranquil space. They stopped abruptly, their eyes widening as they noticed me. The chase ended as abruptly as it began, leaving a trail of breathless laughter in its wake. Laxus and Marco settled onto the weathered stone bench beside the fountain, the rhythmic gurgle of water a soothing balm to their exertion.

he flings something from Alfredo's black jacket and runoff. “Wait, the phone he took looks like mine!” he looks lost at the back of the running Angelo. “You're not letting me go!” Marina furrows her eyes at him. “Oh Whoa, I'm sorry!” he sheepishly freed her.

Rujin said, Liam turned to them and his gaze was burning in anger. "Let me go! I need to kill them! I need to take my revenge for what they did to Ayu!" He shouted while trying to remove Jiroo's hands. "He's so hot." Nami mumbled. "Yeah." I agreed and they looked at me ludicrously but Nami glaring at me. "What? It's true." I replied with the same answer. "I'm warning you, Hera." Nami said. "Oh please, shut up, I just agreed with you." I retorted.

Like maybe — just maybe — this isn’t all pretend to him either. Before I can dwell on it, Florence is there, waiting at the dock, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. “Took you long enough,” she says, her sharp gaze flicking to the paparazzi still lingering behind us. “You okay?” I nod, even though I’m not sure if I am. My heart is still pounding, my skin too warm where Liam’s holding me. Liam doesn’t let go. “We need to board. Now.” Florence sighs. “They’ve already started letting people on. Zane and his guests boarded first.” She hands us our passes, eyes narrowing slightly. “Try not to kill each other before we leave port, yeah?”

"You see how this is going. Leo is going to give me bits and pieces, and Marco is going to take bits and pieces of you while he does it. By the time we find the marina, you won't have enough fingers left to point the way." "Fuck you," Rico spat. I nodded to Marco. "The torch. Under the chin. Slow." Marco grinned. It was a terrifying, hungry look. He picked up a small blowtorch and clicked the igniter. The blue flame hissed, casting dancing shadows on the walls. "No... no, wait!" Rico’s bravado finally cracked as the heat neared his skin. "Okay! Okay! It’s the Blue Bay Marina. Pier 14. He has a yacht there.

"Marcus has already arranged for a high-speed black boat to meet us at the secondary runway in Lantau. We land, we hit the pier directly, and we take the stabilizers ourselves." ​The familiar, sharp wit returned to my mind, a small, dangerous smile touching my lips as I reached up to place my open palms flat against his broad chest. I could feel the heavy, rhythmic thud of his predatory heart through the thick fabric of his shirt—a steady, unyielding anchor in a world that was rapidly spinning out of control.

"It's about three miles out. We can reach it in twenty minutes." "Then let's move," Lory ordered. The boat's engines roared to life, and they pulled away from the marina. The water was choppy today, making the ride rough. Lory stood at the front of the boat, watching the horizon. His phone rang again. It was Marcus. "Sir, just confirming you're on your way to the Pacific Star?" "Yes," Lory replied. "We should reach it in about fifteen minutes." "Good. The Old Madam wants to make sure everything goes smoothly. No delays, no complications."