One Piece Nami Sister Novels & Stories

Dean tightly holds me in his arms, sighing in relief. "Where's your sister?" I shrug. "I don't know where anyone is." We pull away from each other. Dean brushes the back of my hair. "Don't ever do that again. We're a team. If one of us fall out, our bond breaks." Dean nods, pulling me back into his arms, leaning us both back into the couch. I close my eyes and breathe. I want this to last forever. Even if forever is a little too good to be true.

She broke down in tears all of a sudden " Nanny, you saw what happened. I don't know what came over my sister. She has been attacking me since we started working here. She treats me like her junior sister when infact I'm the senior one. Please help me nanny, please take her away from me, from us. Her anger issue is becoming something I don't really understand anymore. At home we thought she was going to change after coming here but instead the situation kept worsening. Please help me Nanny " Since Kalthum was the one on top of Basma when Nanny came, her lies looks believable. " is that right Kalthum? " Nanny asked sternly " i-i -i " you see what I'm talking about nanny? She also can't believ

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

Calanthe stood up, muttering something under her breath before she walked to her room, but not before casting me a small smirk with a slight twitch of her lips. “You know how it is, Naidira. Sit.” My father gestured to the chair where Calanthe had sat a while ago. My legs wobbled as I collapsed heavily on the seat. “Explain.” One word. But the weight it carried was evident. My father had this blank on his face. Like I was supposed to just get it. That the man who could be my mateㅡ the one I had waited for such a long timeㅡ was betrothed to my sister.

I didn't have the strength left to argue. By the second day, the whispers had names attached. "Slept with her own sister's mate." A woman folding linen didn't even look at me as she said it. "Bold, for a bastard." "Bet she planned it. Beta blood, no rank, no future. Had to try something." I kept my head down and my hands busy, because the alternative was answering them, and answering them never went anywhere good. On the third night, my bag went missing from under my cot.

No family, no friends, just the two of us. Years swept by. I was an adult now. Despite that, my sister still fought for my safety. She was my only family, my only friend. I couldn’t thank her enough for everything. Our relationship turned more into a telepathic feeling. Whenever she’s sad, I can’t be happy. When she’s far away, I feel lonely, a part of me will be gone. My lovely sister’s name is Luna Bianchi, a parent, a friend, a defender, and my guardian. AUTHOR’S NOTE ❤️💖💞

"It's not our fault if some of our customers flirt with us, we're all good looking." "And may I remind you that three of them are the deities' daughters? You don't want them to get mad and create a scene, right?" "Yeah, anyway, I need to go. Ayu left early as Demian needs her for another mission, Nami doesn't want to bid her goodbye because she'll—." "You are preventing me from seeing Liam! Stop putting up lies, dickhead!" I chuckled upon hearing Nami's voice downstairs and looked at Jiroo with my raised left eyebrow.

Going back on his word was fine, but he should at least bring her in. “Hmph, scram!” The model did not wait for him to reply Nasi and merely linked her hand with his, wanting to drag him away. “Hold on…” Nasi, who felt extremely humiliated, gritted her teeth in anger. Blocking his way, she said, “My elder sister is Yuna. Director, you do remember her, don’t you?” Yuna Shire. She is her younger sister, Nasi?! He remembered her at once. He then surveyed her from head to toe and, in his eyes, emerged a tinge of greed. “Oh, you’ve gorgeously dressed yourself today; I almost couldn’t recognize you.”

Ignoring his confused question due to my attitude. The night wind that blows makes my loose hair flutter. With one hand I fix my hair, tucking it again behind my ear. In my previous life, whenever I felt sad, Nami would be sad with me. Or, whenever she felt sad and down, I will sit and accompany her. Even though I didn't say or do anything for her. Just keep her company until she feels better. But.. this time I can't do that. I can no longer sit next to her until her anger subsides, because I realize that the cause of her anger is... me.

she added, with a loud and abrupt laugh. “Arienne,” I beamed, and she grabbed me by the hand and shook it. “You can call me Ari, though, if you like.” She smiled brightly. “I guess I should be calling you the Young Luna.” I rolled my eyes. “That would make you the Young Beta, then, right? If you’re Mustapha’s sister.” I leant in a little closer. “If you call me Ari, I’ll call you Nami.” She roared with laughter at this. “If you show you mine I’ll show you yours? Oh, Sammy, I love her. You’d best be in Salmon, that’s all I’m saying,” she said, throwing her hands up into the air.