Sanji Novels & Stories

Good. Let him fear the storm he helped unleash. Let him pray it doesn’t turn on him next. “Everyone that stands in my way, that looks me in the eye is going to tremble at the mention of my name. No matter who they are. Do you understand me, Giovanni?”

Chapter Seventy—Retribution He needed a deep shave, from the stubble which had magically appeared on his jawline. He staggered towards the bar area and grabbed another bottle of brandy, the empty one already discarded with shards of glass all over the floor. The once ever indomitable Justin Santiago, CEO of SAN limited and the first under thirty year old to make it to the Forbes billionaire’s list, now a depressed and heartbroken loser.

She sighed and sat back on the chair. "Sir, can I eat now?" Zyan asked and regretted it after earning a death glare from Sultan. He readjusted on his chair. "You, what's your name again?'' "Zyan Santorini" Sahir looked at him thinking something. He felt his name familiar. "So Mr. Santorini, I am sorry but I can't let you marry my daughter. She is young, she has her own future and she doesn't need any man for now. " Sahir said wiping his mouth with a napkin and kept it on the table.

Everyone was stunned to see how one could have this much power. Mitchell, Scarlett, and everyone else couldn’t utter a single word. Daito suddenly felt extremely parched. He slapped himself in the face a few times to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things. Who was Miyata?! He was the Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way, and one of the Island Nations’ God of War! A man like him was considered to be invincible! Yet he was beaten down with a single slap from the kept man, Harvey?!

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.

Burney threw ours on top, gave my waist a squeeze then let me go. I looked up at him, surprised to see his face void of the stupid grin he'd been wearing half a minute earlier. I dropped my gaze to the waiting group and understood. Stan was staring at us, radiating authority as he stood legs spread, arms folded in jeans and a dark blue shirt. "Get your rears over here!" Our eyes darted to each other as we stepped forward. Stan was a scary bugger, made more so by the fact that I was still convinced he would rather me dead than in his nest.

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.