Novel & Cerita Sanji Eyebrows

Running his fingers on his hair Sanjiv was talking to someone on call. He was talking about some projects.....must be with his colleague. Balancing the phone between his left shoulder and his ear, Sanji continued his conversation while wearing socks. In the meantime, he spread a few glances at me, and I gave him a warm smile in return. I was waiting for him to cut the call because I need to have a talk with him about re-joining my work.

All three of them were in a pathetic state that no one in Azenla could ever believe that they were the respected individuals of the empire before. "Well, would you look at that?" Santi began. His right cheek rested on his right knuckles as his long silver hair blanketed the floor. The blue jeweled eyes, which were his trademark, were nowhere to be seen. Instead, his eyes were dark purple. In his irises, there was a shadow of black that danced in between.

“Are you Hayate?” Hayate nodded. “Yes. I’m Hayate.” Jai stared at him up and down. This man had orange eyes and dark hair, and a big scar on the right side of his face. The dark top and dark grey camo pants, along with dark boots that looks durable and tight. These clothes don’t make him look like a kidnapper, nor his face. Jai doesn’t know how to describe his face, but Hayate sure a good looking guy. But something made Jai frown. ‘Isn’t Hayate a ginger?’

Hearing this, Shinichi Miyamoto's chest tightened again, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. "Damn, is your eye happy to see me?" Yang Xiao exclaimed, "Another spit? Miyamoto Master is really rich and bloody. He has a lot of blood! I admire him!" With this, Yang Xiao gave Shinichi Miyamoto a thumbs-up. What a high Health Point! What a high Health Point! Looking at Yang Xiao giving him a thumbs-up, Shinichi Miyamoto's eyes darkened and he fainted on the spot.

A shirtless , Si Ye Han with sweat dripping down his forehead , all the way to his nape and then cascading down those chiseled abs - and vanishing into the hidden adonis belt stood on the door way , Jiang Ning had this major déjà vu feeling when she glanced at the perfect miracle that was standing in front of her . “ Is something the matter ?” Asked Si Ye Han though his voice was calm and normal , Jiang Ning had a feeling that she could hear his smile in his voice , she looked up but his face was blank and a polite smile was etched on his face , it didn’t look like he was teasing her . “ Yeah , I made these smoothies “ she said tipping her head at the two jar glass “will you like to have on

What does he think I'm doing here, frankly? I meet blue eyes behind Alvize, and I'm in shock. Santo. Santo Ganovese. SANTO GANOVESE! DI.O MI.O He is even more handsome than in my memories! I have to calm down. Okay, girl. Look natural. Straighten your shoulders. Put the damn tray down. Fucking shorts! I'm sure they can see my ass. Hold on a second. Hey. Maybe Santo is checking out my ass right now. CALM DOWN, ANDREA BONANI!

I couldn't think of a reason why he was here in front of me. Sudanni raised an eyebrow at me. He didn't answer immediately as he stared at me. "Your cries annoy me." It's a blank promise that I don't know if I'm going to cry more or if I'm going to pull her hair to straighten it. You know when you're already in a bad mood, and then you'll get better.

Sarang’s Pov “Isn’t that a bit rude?” Sria said with the tone that implied she knew it wasn’t. She cocked her head mockingly to emphasise the impertinence of it all. Jiyeon’s fierce gaze flicked over to Sria for just a second before landing on me, her lips quivering in a sneer that showed her disapproval clearly. “At least I do not beg someone to be with me,” she said, her voice full of spite as she looked me in the eyes.

I turned to see Jiro standing next to me, his expression calm but his eyes sharp, studying Saki with a subtle intensity. “Everything okay?” Jiro’s voice was low, laced with a quiet possessiveness that was unmistakable. Saki’s gaze flickered between us, her lips pressed together in a tight smile. “Oh, yes, everything’s fine. Just catching up with an old friend of Haru’s. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I could feel the slight tension radiating from Jiro, though his face remained neutral. He wasn’t openly confrontational, but there was something about the way he positioned himself beside me that sent a clear message: I was his.

I make eye contact with him and feel everything stop. "There she is." A wide grin spreads across his face. His very handsome face. Narrow with a sharp jawline, a scar on his left eyebrow. He had soft, fluffy looking dark orange hair that hung over his forehead. He was tall, taller than Ike. Slimmer though, but still muscular looking, with wide shoulders and a stance like he was about to charge into war.