Raki One Piece Novels & Stories

Dreki walked over and stated, “I don’t mind eating bitter raisins. Why don’t you give the black ones to me? It would be such a shame to waste them.” My eyes darted from Dreki’s open palm to the window. There was a silhouette looming on the roof. She was still here. Flustered by the tricky situation, I pulled out a black raisin and popped it into my mouth, “Umm… Actually, I was lying. Black raisins aren’t bitter at all. They are just my favourite. How about I just give green raisins to both of you?” Dreki narrowed his eyes and glared at me; pouting like a child, “You can’t do that. Did you forget that you are a prisoner here? You have to follow our commands!”

“After all, it was your selection, right?” “Correct. Sake?” “God yes.” Kade heated the sake over a small burner in its ceramic cup, and the first cup sent pleasant shivers through Raven’s body. It was exactly the kind of light, cozy drink she’d been in the mood for, like the feeling of sinking into the scented bathwater all over again. “Let’s put the music back on,” she asked, after the second cup. “Only if I get to pick.” “Dear god, I can’t wait to hear this.”

They are two and just so damn adorable. “How’s my dynamic duo? Did you slay Otōchan? After such an adventure, you must be thirsty.” I smiled, holding out their sparkly purple sippy cups. Riko had painted their names on them in gold script, so they never got the wrong one. “We sure did, daddy!” Aiko grinned, taking her cup. “Very thirsty, daddy.” Saki smiled brightly as she took her cup. I felt my heart squeeze as I looked at them. They had their mother’s smile, but they definitely had Forrest’s mischievous glint in their eyes.

Which meant I sat on their right. “Oh wow. Is that… is that Yūri?” Darius asked as Riko opened the zip file. “Mhm.” I nodded. “We need to buy Riko a kimono and recreate this picture.” Elijah nodded. “Hush.” Riko blushed but was smiling. “Let’s see what else they sent.” I suggested. Darius nodded, opening the next image. It was of Hibiki but young in a crisp blue 70s style police uniform leaning against a red Jeep.

Perched on a branch, Rakiz loomed over a wagon escorted by low-ranking omegas. Sniffing the air, he smelled the scent of wine and the salty sea. It was a merchant selling a foreign wine from a distant continent – probably the land of elves. He took the small pouch filled with silvery powder from his inner pocket. Slowly opening the pouch, Rakiz Lemoir immediately sprinkled the powder around him.

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

"I'm a warlock Satake. Even a love potion tastes like shit. So trust me, matcha has got nothing on me." Shifting in my seat a little, I decided it was time for me to ask the one question that was probably the most important. After all, how was I going to know if I didn’t ask? First and foremost, I threw the biggest one of all. "Did you check out the pictures you took?"

I explained, and they were all confused. "You mean you are behind what we heard happened in Rukum?" The Sarki asked, and I nodded. "How? What deity do you speak of?" "Ruhun'Daji," I replied, and they were all shocked. No one could speak. "Are you sure of what you are saying?" One of the chiefs asked me. "I can prove it. In fact, that is why I have come here. She is ready to liberate her people." I said confidently.

Rafael's Point of View "Come on, Fuentabella, stand up straight." I mumbled to him. I wouldn't say I like having one-on-one drinking sessions with Raiko because he can't even stand on his feet when he gets drunk. He will drink too much but cannot bear to stand up after. This crazy friend of mine is one of a kind. He is the only friend that I always needed to bring home. "Crisha, baby" Raiko said while touching my face. I laughed as I looked at Raiko's face. He is really into that woman named Crisha.

He teased, “What about you, boss? Did you taste her before we shipped her off, or you still playing house with your little Raven?” The moment froze. Riko’s jaw tightened. He set his drink down without a word and stood. The room went quiet. “You don’t talk about Raven like that.” His voice was low and dangerous. Ozzy said casually, clueless, “C’mon, man, I didn’t mean nothin’—I just figured—” Riko cut him off, voice sharp. “She’s mine. Not one of the girls. You don’t joke about her. You don’t look at her. You don’t even say her name when you’re talking about that kind of shit.”