Novel & Cerita Zoro X Sanji Fanfic

I stand holding myself sunned and trying to process everything. “Tori,” Hanzo softly speaks, standing in front of me and I look up at him holding my stomach. “I didn’t even know I could,” I start, hearing my voice quiver. Hanzo gently places his hand over mine then hugs me tight. “I didn’t either,” he whispers with his lips against my forehead and holds me close. “It’s ok, come on let’s get undressed so we can get you cleaned up, a proper meal in you so you can rest,” Hanzo suggests watching me in concern as I stay quiet, still feeling afraid. I nod slowly then begin to undress as my body feels sore all over.

His eyes seemed like they were glowing and his lips curved into a smirk, he stood for a while in the shadows, his hands inside his pockets. "It's nice to see you again, Adharia Navier Valler. Have you been waiting long?" Platinum blonde hair, brushed by the stars themselves. Clear cerulean orbs paired with a sharp jawline. No doubt, this man right here is Sanji Haru Stuart. My favorite and most trusted spy. His name is a combination of Japanese and American, it's kinda weird but attractive at the same time. I must admit, he really is handsome. I might as well start my own harem, heh.

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!"

Sarang's Pov “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his voice low as he traced a finger along my arm. I glanced up at him, my walls finally crumbling. “I think I do,” I admitted softly. His grin widened, and he pulled me closer, his warmth enveloping me as the storm raged on outside. “I’m tired,” I admitted softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Zayren’s hand stilled where it had been tracing patterns on my arm.

She had a few bandages on, having rushed to the fight rather than stay at school to treat her wounds. “Illusion by Javed sir and power boost by Asif sir, looks like Sikandar is not on this side either,” Zara sighed in disappointment, “Well, I guess I will be taking out my angst on you two,” She stretched a bit before running towards the djinn, grinning like a maniac. “Stop you crazy kid!” Rehan warned her but Zara was too fired up. “Stand down you foolish child,” Rider Sikandar said. “Don’t underestimate her sir, she can absorb other people’s energy with her touch,” the Pillion-Riding Sikandar said.

Not all his fellow mariners had the timing down pat though, especially Zaterra, who looked like he was on one of his usual nights out in the port town, unsteady on his feet and vomiting everywhere. Ganzorig swung down his chain whip and made a furrow in the roof tiles where Temujin had been just moments ago. Now the young Slayer stood tall and calm on the ridge of a roof, his silhouette stark against the moon. Ganzorig leapt up to the opposite side of the ridge and they stood face to face. “This has to stop, Ganzorig,” Temujin said, gripping his kurasigama at his side. “What does?” “This. Your obsession with me.”

Then I saw them. Zaiden and Zyran, circling me, their faces sharper in the dream than real life, eyes glowing, teeth bared, bodies all muscle and command, their energy a drug I couldn’t kick. They prowled closer, eyes hungry, words falling over each other, low and rough, “You burn for us, little flame,” Zaiden rumbled, hand landing heavy on my hip, possessive, his palm hot enough to brand me. Zyran pressed in from behind, his lips brushing my shoulder. “Say it. Say you want us.” His hands found my waist, claws just barely pricking, making me gasp.

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.

But now, finally, I was here with him, and the intensity of that connection hummed in the air between us. Zarion's gaze roamed over me, his eyes drinking in every detail as if to reassure himself that I was truly here, not just a phantom of his imagination. My armor and weapons had been shed, revealing the vulnerability beneath. Yet, his eyes held no trace of pity or sorrow—only a love that ignited an everlasting fire within me.