Zoro X Sanji Fanfic Novels & Stories

Thank you for not giving up on me or the book. To my other amazing readers whose name I don’t know…I love love love you. Words cannot qualify nor quantify. I had hopes for this book and I’m surprised to have finished it at 9.4k reads. The highest I’ve had but I know there’s more. To clear up some things…Sicily escaped. Zip and Zoran tried but he fled into the night. What does that say? Maybe we’ll be seeing him anytime soon… or maybe not. No idea.

He hit his back causing him to go unconscious. Zoran grinned as he turned back towards Nora. He was ready to end her once and for all. He looked towards her as he channeled his powers once more, raising her body into the air. She watched as his body glowed a bright yellow as she felt as her body began to tremble. She could slowly feel her energy draining from her as she felt a single tear run down her cheek. She didn't know how much longer she could last. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to do this.

SORA. I forced Zane down more firmly on the bed, my fingers raking at his shirt. He had ripped the gown off and now the cool air touched me, making my nipples tingle. I could feel a dull pain from the bandage covering my side, but the burning in my groin overrode everything else. "Zane," I breathed into his mouth. "Don’t hold back. I can take it." Zane looked even more serious now, his peculiar powers shining in strange colors at the edges of his eyes.

he softly hummed while he eyed San trying to get rid of the silver chains desperately. “Easy death ? Hilarious,” I scoffed. “Try me kid,” I challenged him. “Noooooo,” San screamed desperately from behind but I chose to ignore her for the moment. “You are too cocky for a human, mutt,” Zang seethed in anger. “Seems like you called your own painful death, bastard !!!!” Zang roared and made a wide signature circle of the Dark Arts and pressed the centre towards me while trying to quickly complete the spokes.

Working for the Alpha was hardly conducive to romance, and I wondered if I'd ever find someone who could put up with my sharp tongue and independent streak… anybody except Rohan or Helios. But for now, I was content to live vicariously through Zara's blossoming relationship. "I'm so happy for you, girl," I repeated, raising my glass in a toast. "May Liam be the one who finally tames your wild heart!" Zara laughed, clinking her glass against mine. "We'll see about that... but I have a feeling he might just be the one!” she said.

Zoriana cried out, her body tightening into a beautiful, rhythmic tremor as she reached her peak, seeing stars in the dim light of the booth. As her breath hitched in the aftershock, she clutched his shirt, her eyes hazy with love and lust. “That was incredible... but I want more. I want to feel you inside me, Tristan. All of you.” Suddenly, Tristan went rigid. The heat in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. He stood up abruptly, the mood shifting with finality. Zoriana raised herself on her elbows, her golden dress dishevelled, her heart still racing.

I won’t get thrown out, Malacar, or is there something you’re not telling me? Zaria, he said, touching my face softly. Why the rush? There is no rush, I want to be yours… You are mine, he said with a tone that gave me chills. Zor's eyes went crimson as he came out, and the claws touched my face gently. Get back inside now, he commanded him. Zaria, trust me, please. Aren’t you happy with what we're doing? he asked, all teasing. Oh, I am, and you’re teaching me things that make me blush…I want you whole Malacar.

“It was the only way to get you to touch me again. Massimo, we don't have to be together in public. Let's just have fun in secret. I'll be your slut, you can do literally anything to me and I won't complain.” “You're so fucking annoying Zara.” She stepped back, looking like a wounded puppy. “I swear to God if you pull this shit again, I'm going to watch you fucking die. You and I are done. Nothing will ever happen between us again. Get that in your thick skull.” He ran his hand through his hair and walked away. “You have a really sharp mouth for someone who doesn't belong here.” “Why don't I belong here? Have you forgotten that Sandor comes from this family too? I would've been here still.”

Zoran snapped right then, as Sanne was basically sabotaging his livelihood, along with the reputation of both Thousand Isles Guild and the Martial Alliance. "Watch yourself, Ms. Dali!" He hence bellowed, "This is Martial Alliance turf, and even Thousand Isles Guild doesn't get to strut! And the Martial Alliance will not abide with your misdeeds, cutting the queue and committing murder! Sentries, arrest her!" "What?!" Sanne was left gaping in disbelief at Mr. Zoran, seeing that the approaching sentries of the Zamri Martial Alliance branch were really going to arrest her. "How dare you… the insolence!"

he whispered, watching her cheeks turn red. Sarang immediately wrapped her arms around him, and Zayren groaned softly as he guided himself inside her warm heat, instantly feeling her walls clench tightly around him. Sarang slowly bounced on his lap while soft moans escaped her lips near his ear, making his grip tighten around her waist. Zayren pulled down the strap of her top before kissing her shoulder gently. His hands slowly moved to remove her top completely, but in his impatience, the fabric tore slightly, causing Sarang to freeze, as she was bare now because she wasn’t wearing a bra under that.