Bleach 1st Division Novels & Stories

Blade’s POV I woke up groaning in pain as the first thing I felt was a twinge in the lower part of my back. Then the next bundle of pain came right after from my forehead and when I reached out to it, I felt a bandage around my head. The door opened and although my sight was quite blurry, I could still make out the image of Camila. She had a good scent and was in a different outfit which was a good sign that things were getting better.

He let out a weak smile knowing he now had a lead and he stood up and left his office. The murder of Aaron George was still a fresh topic on everyone's lips when the mysterious killer struck again,this time it was a top elite businessman and the owner of a pharmaceutical company called Ramson pharmaceuticals. Mr Ramson was found dead in a park with similar stab wounds with that of the former victim. Awhite, partially bloody rose was placed on his chest, his dull eyes widely open, he was dressed in a cooperate wear with a white long-sleeved shirt. Visitors who came to the park found him the next morning and alerted the police.

They keep opening. This one is opening all the way to Japan.

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

For a second the warehouse was only the echo of his pain. I had the moment. That small, terrible window between two men’s breath where the world lets you act. Finch pivoted—surprised, slowed by a weakness he didn’t expect—and I used my weight and the blade and a calculation born of months of survival. I drove the flat of the steel across the man’s belly hard, a strike meant to incapacitate, to bleed armorless. He didn’t go quietly. A hand flew to his side and his mouth made a sound like paper being torn. He staggered, surprise painting his face the color of bad bets.

This time, though, he stayed cold and calm, staring at them. “Yes, I run Black Gold State. Don't you think I can’t find out the truth?” With a wave of his hand, a squad of guards surged forward and hauled the doctors and nurses away. Two guards took positions near Tricia and Clara. “Martin, what are you doing? I’m your sister!” Clara screamed as they were led out. “Treating Tricia like this, you’ll pay. Sam won’t forgive you for this, you heartless bastard!” However, Martin was determined to get to the bottom of it and didn’t react to Clara’s threats.

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

"M_My p_purse is there..." I said, I can't lose it. I have my all important cards and medicines in that. "Ace will get it..." He answered taking out the white box. It must be a first aid kit. He cleaned my injury with cotton ball and tamed it with ointment. I couldn't help but look at him with admiration. I am confused about the emotions I am seeing in his eyes and on his face. He is probably the first person who is taking care of my wounds like this.

I blushed. “I noticed that. I'm so disgusted and sleep deprived.” He stands up and walks to the kitchen. Muzi glance my way a bit before focusing on his phone. Bangizwe descend the stairs looking like himself. He's wearing a military suit. If you know it then you know what I'm speaking about it. It's not macamourflage or anything. It's in the way it's designed. My dad had such suits. Bangizwe has such a way of making them look so good. “Ready to leave?” I stand up.