Sanji Novels & Stories

There were prettier girls than Juliet like Lexi so what stops them from looking her way? “Sorry, I have to go,” Don Moncho said irritably, pulled his hand away, and left. Lexi was upset but when she saw Don Sanj standing there without company, her eyes lit. She ambled close to him asking, “You are not leaving now, are you?” Sanj glanced in her direction with interest. “No. But I have a job for you.” Lexi’s heart warmed and her eyes lit instantly when she asked flirtingly, “what is that?”

A pretty girl with mid-back length golden-brown hair and a gentle smile appeared before Monica and Chihiro, however, on the waist of this girl, there was a katana. 'Is this restaurant going to be alright?'

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.

Standing in the doorway—Antonio Franches, gun raised, his gaze cold and murderous. "Touch her again, and I’ll send you straight to hell." The Final Standoff Antonio’s custom Desert Eagle-Silencer was locked onto Renjiro’s head. The tension in the room was suffocating, every breath heavy, every second stretched thin. Cassandra could hear the pounding of her own heart, still trapped in Renjiro’s iron grip. Renjiro—known for his merciless brutality, for his fearless nature—smirked. Slowly, he unsheathed his prized katana, the blade gleaming under the dim lighting.

It was clear right from day one that Sierra isn't as welcoming as Angela, which didn't really bother me as I also didn't want to be part of the family; sooner or later I would be leaving. I walked to the watch section, my eyes falling on a particular black sleeve rolex. For some reason, the watch reminded me of Sage. It is a masterpiece that would suit his wrist, and part of me wanted it for him but couldn't afford it. Besides, he has like a dozen or so collections that I'm sure he has never used. "You like it?" Sierra's voice came in, snapping me out of my thoughts. My lips drew back together. I only stared at her briefly before shaking my head, the air suddenly filling up with silence.

"I'll go first. Cover me." "You sure you up for it?" Jacky raised his eyes and asked. Santiago smiled back at him before walking up to the man. The man smirked, "You are my opponent?" Santiago said nothing as he walked up to the man. The man took a step back before throwing the spiral knife in his hand. Santiago managed to dodge it and continued walking towards him. There was only a handful of people in this world who could use the spiral knife. This strangest feature of this knife was its boomerang-like fashion of being able to return to the thrower after being thrown.

Tomi Hideki: The Prankster "Number four, Tomi Hideki – the 'Man with Many Pranks'," she read, her eyebrows shooting up. "He's half Filipino, half Japanese, and the second son of the Hideki Clan, a Mafia boss in Japan. He's the Strategy Head of Knights Advertising, with a mind that's always plotting and scheming." She chuckled, a shiver running down her spine. "He loves to prank people, and it's all fun and games for him. But a Mafia boss's son? Yikes! What if I do something he doesn't like? He might send me to Japan and chop off my fingers!" She clutched her hands to her chest, a wave of fear washing over her. "He's handsome, with those piercing black eyes, but I'm not risking my life for a

I stuttered, forcing the words out of my mouth. The corners of Alpha Leonardo's mouth curled up, revealing his teeth. His eyes furrowed at the sides, creating a web of fine lines that seemed to radiate evil. His smile was cold. “I don’t forgive my enemies. The only way you can save your father is if you strike a deal with me.” Slowly he leaned forward, his lips closer to my ear sending a chill down my spine as he cruelly whispered, “Be my pet for one year in exchange for your father’s freedom.” His husky voice sounded menacing.

That scar… god that intriguing scar that stretched from the top of his left lip down to his jaw only added to his charm in a strange unsettling way. The man sitting opposite him was leaner with a black fade haircut, ink creeping up his neck and knuckles. Kenji Sato — the Japanese yakuza leader that based in the heart of the country —Tokyo city. Alina recognized the sly man instantly. “Who's that with the Don?” Mira whispered to Alina. “Quiet.” She murmured back. Antonio's smooth voice spoke out. “What makes you think this Alliance you're proposing will benefit me?”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.