Sanji Fire Leg Novels & Stories

I touched his chest gently, feeling the faintest warmth radiate from him. “Okay,” I said slowly. “We’re gonna teach you how to hold that fire. Not stuff it down—hold it. Like a blade. Like Mommy does.” His eyes went wide. “Mommy has a fire blade?!” “Kind of,” Lilly said with a soft chuckle. “It’s invisible. But it’s real.” Logan puffed out his chest. “I want one.” “You will,” I said. “But first—you learn to breathe. And you learn control.”

Official. Talia touched my arm. “Nova… I’m so sorry.” I stared at the screen. He’d posted it to shame me. To claim ownership. To punish me for moving on. But instead, something else sparked in my chest. Not shame. Not fear. Fire. I looked up from the phone, voice calm, eyes blazing. “He wants a war?” I handed the phone back to Talia. “Fine. Let’s give him one.”

Apparently, those fights were especially brutal. But so are the scars all over her back, apparently. I swear to god right now that, when I find out who did that to her, I am going to burn them alive. And then I’ll put out the fire right before they meet their maker, before burning them again the next day. They’ll be walking charcoal when I’m done. “Distracted my ass! Now for the love of the goddess, could you please put on some goddamn clothes?” “Are you always like this?”. I call out to her, chuckling.

"I can lift boulders, break through stone walls with my bare hands, and my skin is tough enough to turn aside most weapons without taking serious damage." To demonstrate, he pressed the edge of his newly created sword against his forearm and pushed down. The blade, which looked sharp enough to cut through armor, simply slid across his skin without leaving even a scratch. "And when I fight, I can cover my entire body in flames," Legion said. "This makes me nearly impossible to touch in close combat, and it also makes my strikes burn as well as cut." He let a thin layer of flames spread across his arms and shoulders, not enough to be dangerous in the enclosed space but enough to show what he w

Then, I spread my legs and hooked my knees over his shoulders. "Be gentle…"

"And all mine. I'm going to make sure you never even think of looking at another man again." He reached up and gripped the emerald pendant and ripped it from my neck, throwing it across the room. It shattered against the wall, just like my heart., but his hand pushed my legs apart and he settled his weight between them. I flinched at the violence of the gesture, my heart hammering against my ribs. Aiden's hand slid down to the juncture of my thighs, his fingers dipping beneath the edge of my panties Ina way to pull that down my legs. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper, my legs clamping together instinctively. I tried to close my legs again, but he forced them back apart, kneeling between them.

Atlas retorted through gritted teeth. However, the firefighters would not let him go closer, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the villa. "Get out of the way! Let go of me! Naomi! Naomi!" Suddenly, a massive explosion came from the villa. The beams holding it up snapped and collapsed. In that instant, Atlas disregarded everything and pushed the firefighters aside with all his might. "Mr. Payne!" Someone yelled as burning-hot air rushed toward Atlas. Childhood memories flooded Atlas with terror, making it impossible for him to move. However, the thought of Naomi suffering terribly in the fire made it impossible for him to stay put. He covered his nose and screamed Naomi's name

Neither of which I’m inclined to hand over, thank you very much. Sufian must’ve enchanted the seal to release black magic. Especially one that releases djinns. If I anger the djinn, it would only endanger the safety of an innocent civilian. The outcome is definitely a possession of some sort. I have to play with the djinn until it’s perfect timing to strike it through completely. The fire slowly spread across my body. Intertwining across my torso, arms, legs. It’s the caress of a lover. I shuddered.

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

Leopard’s legs were practically useless after Gu Mocheng shot them twice. Although he had been treated, he was basically a cripple. At this point, he might as well have been a dead man without his legs. Jian Jianan grabbed his collar and pointed a gun at him, causing him to sweat so much that his hair became wet. His pants were also covered with blood. He was dying, and a gleam of light flashed under his eyes when he saw Sang Ji. "Dad… Help me…"