One Piece Over The Top Novels & Stories

As she walked with her eyes closed, her hair danced around behind her. Darien was completely absorbed in composing a text message to Hau Lin on his phone while walking. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice his surroundings until someone unexpectedly collided with him. The sudden impact snapped him out of his reverie. Zee was fully committed to her act of walking with closed eyes, she accidentally collided with Darien. Instead of immediately apologizing and stepping away, she found herself captivated by the epitome of perfection standing before her. Her hands unintentionally pressed against his muscular chest, creating a stark contrast with her delicate palms.

As Manchester slept, oblivious to the drama unfolding in its midst, the players in this twisted game moved their pieces, each believing they held the winning hand. But fate, as always, had its own plans. And as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, it promised to bring with it revelations that would shake the very foundations of everything Alice and Carson thought they knew.

Lyra froze, the breath completely leaving her lungs. Emerging from the restaurant at the edge of the square was a tall, imposing figure in a flawless, dark suit. He walked with a powerful, commanding stride, completely unbothered by the bustling crowd opening up around him. And held securely against his broad chest, her small legs wrapped around his waist, was Maya. The little girl looked entirely unfazed. In fact, she was happily licking a large, bright red lollipop, her tiny hand resting comfortably on the man's shoulder as she pointed at something in the distance.

The punishment for the oath had arrived as expected. "Ah!" Timothy let out an excruciating scream. His skin felt like it was being plastered with countless red-hot silver nuggets. The searing pain of burning flesh exploded throughout his body. He collapsed onto the office floor, writhing in agony as his suit was torn to shreds by his own claws. Rochell recoiled in terror, screaming, "Timothy, what's wrong?!" Timothy managed to lift his head amidst the blood-curdling pain. He stared intently at Rochell, his pupils revealing a cold suspicion and scrutiny for the first time.

"More of those disgusting things are showing up. Let's see how many you've got." Victor was missing Windfall badly. If nothing else, Windfall could at least block these repulsive white projectiles for him. Even though Windfall would get dirty from being hit, Victor himself would stay clean. "Is that all you've got? Overdrive Combat Power Enhancement!" Originally, there was no need to use Overdrive Combat Power Enhancement, but these things were just too disgusting, so Victor wanted to eliminate them as quickly as possible. If he really got sprayed in the face, Victor reckoned he wouldn't be able to show his face in public ever again.

To me at least, Mason was enjoying all that he saw. She had a very short orange skirt. By short, I meant a skirt not longer than twelves centimeters, so short that her green panties were very visible. There were other waitresses, none dressed like she did. She wore a short shirt—that's what I call it—that was hung just above her belly button. The top she had on had only two tiny buttons. Both were open. Her breast hid behind each half of the completely opened top. Let's say they weren't very good at hiding. “What would you handsome fellows like to eat.” She asked, licking and sucking on a lollipop in a very unorthodox way.

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?

******************************************************** Claire. Her mass of her ginger hair had been rolled into a tight bun and pulled into a transparent hair cover over it. The tight red overalls clung to her bodice and did nothing to hide her amazing figure. Sydney watched as Claire’s gloved hand rolled a piece of black cloth which could have been the blindfold. Claire? She still found it unbelievable. So unreal. This couldn’t be happening. And, she needed answers. A whole lot of answers. ‘Why do you have that look on your face?’ Claire asked wistfully.