Zoro Blushing 소설 & 이야기

she announces, pulling off her flats and leaving them by the door. “Remember that boy Nash? The one who thinks he’s the God of marketing?” I nod my head to agree. "Well, he dyed his hair. Green. Bright, fucking neon green!!!” “And somehow he thinks it makes him look good enough to approach me again, when he actually looks like a moldy avocado! Uurghhh!” I can't help the loud laugh that bursts out of my mouth. The image is just too ridiculous. “No, he did not.” “I swear on my life!” Zara says, as she marches straight to the kitchen, and in two seconds she’s back with a bottle of chilled water.

Zora's golden fur stood at attention, and his powerful muscles rippled as he snarled vigorously at Malik. The two creatures leapt at each other, claws flashing and cutting through the air. The sound of flesh tearing filled the clearing as they exchanged blows, each one trying to gain the upper hand. Zora was utterly enraged, and he kept attacking Malik, with all his might, looking to overpower his opponent. His eyes burned with a fit of intractable anger, and he wanted to just end the bout and put an end to Malik's life in a jiffy, but Malik was quick on his feet, despite his blindness. He ducked and dodged, evading Zora's attacks with ease.

She could barely breathe; she couldn't even look at him in the eyes because of how shy she felt. "You're turning red," Zoren commented. He leaned in to check. "Are you feeling how hot it is now?" he asked. "Ye-yes." "Lie." Her eyes grew big as she looked up at him. "What?" "How could it be hot when I feel cold?" he asked. Zoren giggled while her face turned a brighter color of red. "It's much colder right now; you lied." "Well, it's--" "It is alright; don't worry," Zoren tapped her shoulder. "I understand what's happening. I have the same effect on those women in my world. I think it's not your problem; it might have been caused by me."

Oriel struggles but Zorien doesn’t have any intention to hurt him as he says, “It’s a fine skill you’ve got there, you know. I wonder what you must gossip behind my back” He begins to amusedly scrutinize Oriel when I blush stupidly and reach my arms out to help my little friend. Zorien beats me to it and zooms into me, wringing a gasp out my lips when he hovers over me with my back being forced to lay on the bed. My chest heaves as my breath hitches. His unpredictable mood switch is generating a terrible migraine in me.

I know I affect her, even if it’s just sex, but I should stop teasing her before she starts avoiding me again. “So, how did you fall in love with Zoro?” I ask, trying to change the mood. She turns to me, beaming. “I was twelve. I saw him in a manga one of my friends brought to school, and that was it. Love and first sight.” “Just like that, huh? What was it, the green hair?” “The swords. I love a man that can use a sword.” “I—” “No dirty innuendos perv,” she says, grinning. I smile as I watch her brown eyes dancing and full of life.

Clank! When the blades clashed, sparks flew and sprayed across the air. The two swords shattered upon collision and the blades flung toward the wall, embedded deeply into it. Thump! Thump! Zoro was sent flying. Even when he landed on his feet, he continued to falter backward uncontrollably, crushing each tile with his step before he regained his balance. He looked at his bleeding hand and his expression ashened. “What?!” he shouted. He sounded absolutely aggrieved. He made the strongest slash in his life while being in his prime, yet he was still no match for Kaze.

Her eyes landed on a broom—she grabbed it and clutched it like a weapon. “Who fights with a broom?” Trent asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Zora blinked down at the broom in her hand, mortified. Her cheeks flushed as she quickly lowered it, suddenly aware of how ridiculous she must have looked. “I—what do you want?” she muttered, biting her lip. His eyes darkened at the sound of her voice. It hit him like a whisper to his soul, stirring his wolf from deep within.

“The hunger is part of you. You fight it — you lose. Do you use it? You win.” Her vision blurred. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. She let go — not all the way, but enough. Enough to let the sharpness flood her veins, the instinct sharpened her movements. She struck, fast and precise, knocking Nathan off balance. For a heartbeat, she saw approval flicker across his face, right before the wind shifted. Both of them froze. A new scent cut through the clearing — acrid smoke… burning wood… and something worse. Human. Nathan’s eyes narrowed. “Too late,” he muttered. “We’ve got company.”

Zach said looking around the table and Blaze pointed out the box on the ground, he picked it up and read the box closely. "Oh my fucking goodness!" He laughed loudly and Blaze growled. "What is wrong with this pack? The packaging is cute though." The pack had a red colour with beautiful flowers, Blaze thoughts that she will love this pattern. "You think that your mate has a strong heavy blood flow?" He sighed. "Well I don't know about–fuck, I fucked up." Blaze grumbled. "Who is the superwoman?" Nate chuckled. "Shut the fuck up!" "Apologize to her and it will work out." Zach suggested and Blaze nodded.

“Yes, and there’s no cure or vaccine, yet. One more move, it hits your bloodstream, and you’ll develop a high fever. You will bleed from nose, mouth, ears, eyes, and even from your fucking asshole. You also bleed internally, and delirium comes next, then you’re dead. Bye-bye world.” “Then bye-bye world also for Zypher. Is he dead or still bleeding from his ass?” “You don’t do the talking, Snow!” he roared. “Then what do you want?” I asked. Fury scorching up my spine. “All this time, you have what I’ve been looking for for months, and yet, you lied to me.” Otis was also raging with anger, and I could feel it through his tone. Thuds of heavy footsteps approached, and I was sure guns were alrea