Nami One Piece Face Novels & Stories

I didn't like the way he called my sister Alicia Scarface, in reference to the scar that marked her face. “Wait, did you say one of them has a scar on her face? You sure it isn't Alicia?" Eric had asked. “Who is Alicia? Anyway the Scarface said her name was Joyce Donaldson. Could be she lied." Brice said. My heart was now thumping dangerously. “I need to talk to you alone Brice. Can Andrew wait outside?" Eric had demanded and I walked out of the radio room. I wasn't gone far when I heard the next instructions.

I chew on it slowly, savoring the sugary taste against my taste buds. He feeds me ten more grapes and switches to the meat and just before he brings it to my lips, he tells me to look at him. Our gazes collide and it's the first time I'll be looking at him closely. His features are harsher than Caius'. His nose is longer and crooked. His lips are full and his eyelashes are full- they are the only thing that soften his look a bit. “We haven't fully introduced ourselves,” he says with a sinister smile. “My name is Naman. And you are…”

, She asks herself. When Nami appears with a glass of lukewarm water with lemon juice. She sighs to find Emma awake but then twitching the corner of her lips she glares at her while Emma looks at her like a lost puppy. I guess she is too pissed at me!, She mutters to herself. She hands the glass to her with her big doe like eyes glaring at her petite body and Emma taking it silently, gulps the whole glass in a go. Nami shakes her head at her feeling disappointed with her last night's act and when she finishes taking the glass away she shots a glare.

I asked again, as if I didn't hear it right. "I knew she's not normal! I saw her one time smiling at herself!" Nami blurted out. "That doesn't even make any sense." Jiroo snorted. "Bitch! She's smiling while watching the pans moving by itself while she's sitting on the countertop!" "Now that makes sense." Tom said, pointing at Nami. "But seriously, I just thought that I'm just hallucinating at that time." Nami said and turned to me, all of them turned to me, gauging my reaction since I became silent after the revelation.

Previously, she had asked him why he didn't call her Rosaleen like the others, but he had not given an answer. " I know that look," he crowed and brandished her a smile, a reassuring smile for what Rosaleen didn't know. He gave her a slight punch on her arm, the way he did with other girls. " It's Rosaleen," she pointed out and held her book tightly to her chest. " It's Rosaleen for you and everyone else who calls you Rosaleen. It's Rosa for short. I love to call you Rosa, and it suits you better."

THE ONE WHO LEAKED THE OPERATION IS READING THIS WITH YOU. I looked at the people around me. Raiken. Kiyomi. Hayate. Daigo. Shin. Ren. Shigure. One of them smiled. Only for a second. But the crown showed me whose face it wore.

"Niccoli, is there something we need to know??? What happened to Monami? Aren't she okay now??" Nike asked his brother further when he saw that the other party seemed to have a hard time expressing his thought. Niccoli's facial expression right now looked no different from someone who had just swallowed something nasty. His face contorted in different ways and it was like the words that he was about to say were stuck in the back of his throat "Niccoli, it's okay. If you really don't wish to tell us yet then so be it."

the girl said, and she stepped back enough for me to see her. She was a similar size to me, but more petite, a little less muscular. Her skin tone was dark, the same as Mustapha’s, and she had braided hair, which she wore pulled up on her head into a high ponytail. Her face was sweet: she looked young and excited, with wide brown eyes and a big smile. “Hi,” I grinned; her joy was infectious. “It’s nice to meet you.” “And you! Sammy has been waiting to find you, like, forever. Moping around the pack house, giving these big doe eyes at us all the time. Oh! I’m Nami, by the way,” she added, with a loud and abrupt laugh.

It was so strong that it'd have brought any normal person to their knees. “You again.” I growled as it was a hundred percent real. “Me again.” She chuckled, but I couldn't see her face. It looked like she had a mask on her face. Her hair had gotten a little longer and her sword looked like it had claimed the lives of a few people. “Who are you and what's your name?” I asked, looking for every weak point I could exploit. She remained silent, maintaining a stance that indefinitely described her as an insanely great swordsman.

*Third POV* “Do you know the name of the guy the one he was going to hang out with?” Officer Yamaga asked despite knowing the answer he just wanted to conform to it. “Ah, the name of that guy hmm~” Nishi presses her lips into a thin line trying her best to recall the name. “I can’t recall it uh as I didnt meet him many times” once again Nishi almost rolls her eyes back of her then squeezes her eyes shut pressing her forehead with the tip of her finger.