Sanji Novels & Stories

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!

No one was there. “Here she is….” A masculine voice said from behind me. I spun around and met his terrified blue eyes. He was the same tattooed and ginger-haired man. Devito! He smirked and strolled towards me, leering. “You look more beautiful than before.” He held his hand out. “You were in such a hurry that day that we didn’t get time to introduce ourselves. I’m Leo Devito.” I looked away and stepped back from him. “Where is Cassius?”

It's also to ease their relationship. With an awkward smile, Sanji said, "I hope Brother Evan will enjoy the food I and my brothers have prepared..." Evan took one stick of meat and a clean bowl from his pouch. He then put it inside the bowl, wash his hands with the water pouch hanging on his hips then proceed to remove the meat from the stick before putting it back, patiently taking out all the bones only leaving the flesh for his small beast to eat. His moves were practiced and very calm, making the people watching them dumbfounded.

The burly man lifted his right hand, reaching out to stroke Sajani’s smooth face. She nimbly blocked him. His smile vanished, replaced by a sharp glare. His chest heaved. He tried to intimidate her with his bloodshot stare. What a shame—Sajani didn’t flinch. She let out a rough sigh, a casual protest at being bothered. “Get out of my face, you old goat!” Sajani snapped.

Fabian narrated confidently making me shriek and feel smaller like the ants. "You!" Hiro uttered in disbelief. Known as a formidable yakuza figure both in Japan and abroad, Hiro's reputation for ruthlessness precedes him. Yet, despite this fearsome aura, Fabian remains undeterred. Instead of cowering in fear, Fabian meets Hiro's wrath with an intimidating presence of his own, turning the tables on the notorious gangster.

I answer. “Awe, I was hoping it was.” He answers. I smile at him, “Why aren’t you joining them out there on the pool table?” “I’m not much of a billiard guy. That’s Zion’s thing.” “Well you’re the surfer guy.” He smiles widely at me while wiggling his brows which looked really cute. “I am. And a professional joker too.” He seems so proud when his jokes are lame but still adorable. “And a singer too.” I added.

said Bailey. Jack said nothing, taking a step to the side. Sanko's enormous figure strode forward, staring Wilbur down. "Come with me." "Why should I? Who the hell do you think you are?" Wilbur said coldly. Jack sneered. "This is Sanko, one of the Mighty Tiger Gang's elite fighters. He's a cultivator. Do you think you'll be able to hold up against a cultivator?" "A cultivator, huh?" Wilbur smiled.

Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard it.

There was only an old man standing holding a stick. "Oh, hi!" Ki Janggan Nayantaka smiled and greeted Hiranyaksipu. Despite Hiranyaksipu's unfriendly face, Ki Janggan Nayantaka tried to be polite. But unfortunately, he was then attacked by more than twenty demon troops. "Arya Santanu!" Ki Janggan Nayantaka shouted a code. The young man immediately put on his fire demon shoes and walked in the air. He jumped very high and sprayed fireballs as big as his body many times from a height. Arya Santanu aimed directly at the demons attacking Ki Janggan Nayantaka.

she threatened, and he raised his hands in surrender. "They're always like this, don't worry," the guy on my left said, breaking the tension. I looked over and saw a guy with white hair, white eyebrows, almost pink eyes, and extremely pale skin. He had albinism, making him one of the rarest friends I had ever come across. Despite his unique appearance, he was undeniably attractive, with a well-defined jawline and a breathtaking smile. "I'm Kai," he introduced himself, extending his hand for me to shake. I took it, and he pulled me closer, throwing his arm around my shoulder.