Zoro X Sanji Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Dad!” Sara and Rachel yelled at the same time as their tears fell uncontrollably. The violently grim sight of blood spraying out of Zoran. At that moment, Zoran had almost depleted his internal energy. He was holding on to his very life just by a mere breath. At the moment, he was pierced by a spear. How could he hold on? However, he still gritted his teeth and stood up using all his strength to support himself. The Eldest Prince smiled coldly upon seeing how weak Zoran became. “Fix it quick! Make it short and sweet!”

" Her large blue eyes ran over me as she chirped and I felt violated. I held Ashr's arm tightly. "I'm called Zax and I am Ashr's mate," I stated boldly and both Jordein and Briya chuckled. I furrowed my brow and Ashr reaffirmed my claim and they both quieted. Ashr went up to his easy two foot taller son and asked what he wanted from him and the boy looked puzzled. Jordein ran his fingers through his short black hair and sighed.

Pure joy fills my body and I smile at my champion. "I was preparing myself for the worst. I was hoping that if you asked me to dance again I could convince you that I am the perfect female for you... I want you to fight for me, Zarn. I want your hand. Win for me," I declare and his light purple eyes erupt with desire and determination. "I will destroy them all. I will prove my strength, Negumi. I will be your Champion," Zarn says and I almost lay my head on his shoulder. I want to sink into his embrace, but I can't. Anything can happen in the Harvest. Zarn could lose. I could be forced to accept someone's hand if he does...

Zoro sighed, before walking over to where I was seated. I started off by asking him if he has a girlfriend or a mate, and about his family. Zoro's face darkened at the mention of family, and anger oozed from every pore in his body. I quickly changed the topic and asked him about things he likes, but I only got a terse reply from him. "Forgive my manners," I apologized. "I didn't even offer you a glass." "That won't be necessary," he replied. "I'm fine."

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.

ZIONs POV… Walking through the corridor of my craft. I make my way to meet with Sylvan for a mind-blocking sparring session. “Zion…” Miyas' sweet voice fills my head. I come to a standstill, bracing myself against the corridor wall with my hands placed above my head and my chin touching my chest. “I'm here, bonetta.” I mutter hoarsely as I squeeze my eyes shut. Her voice is full of panic, and it causes my throat to close up. “I'm sorry…” She whimpers. “Please, please don't give up on me...”

Why on earth did she dress like this anyway? “How dare you be so rude to her?” the man asked. “I’m sorry, I was ignorant, please don’t mind me...” Sandra said, her face turning pale. “Well then, away with you. If I catch you looking down on others again...” the man trailed off. “Don’t worry Young master Zoro, I definitely won’t do it again,” Sandra promised and scurried away. She was afraid. What if that bitch forced her to apologize? She would not stand for that.

Sharon could kill a person in a single strike, but Sarong could torture a person in just three. “Hah!” Sharon exclaimed as she rushed towards Shanxi carelessly. Her eyes were slightly clouded, yet they brightened in excitement when she reached her destination. Her mouth was wide open in a maniacal smile, and her arms which held on to Canyon’s Mouth shook in the excitement of the battle to come.

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.

For a second, he looks tortured. “Zoey, this is Mr. Silvan!” Zara says excitedly, bounding towards us and tugging at Zoey’s feet. “Won’t you say hi to him? He’s a really nice guy.” I look down, realizing that Zoey has gone completely still against me. In contrast with Zara’s excitement, she’s quiet, almost brooding. Her face is scrunched up as she casts a tiny frown at Silvan. Silvan, not one to be deterred, takes a step forward and holds out a hand to her.