Bleach 228 Cover Novels & Stories

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.

Kael replied. “Helpful explanation.” He gave her a small smile. “They tell the story of the Twenty Moons.” Luna ran her fingers across one of the glowing carvings. The moment she touched it, a powerful wave of energy rushed through her. Her vision exploded with light. Suddenly she wasn’t standing in the stone circle anymore. She was somewhere else. A massive sky stretched above her. Twenty enormous moons filled the darkness, glowing in different colors—silver, blue, violet, gold.

“D-do you want some water?” Sage nods. “Yeah, that will be nice, thank you.” Bloom nods, and she doesn’t look at him even for a second as she hurries to leave the bedroom and returns a minute later with a glass of water, extending it towards Sage with trembling hands. Sage looks at her weirdly as he takes the glass. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “I’m fine. I—I think I didn’t get enough sleep last night,” Bloom replies with a laugh and holds her hands behind her.

I sign anyway, because what else am I going to do? Walk out? With twelve bucks in my account? Yeah, no. “Good,” the standing man murmurs, snapping the folder closed. “You’ll be given further instructions tomorrow. For now… you’re dismissed.” Dismissed. Like I’m some school kid. I glance at the tray one last time — the steam curling up from the plate, the lemon scent filling the too-quiet office — and then turn on shaky legs to leave. As I reach the door, I hear it.

Chapter 2 — Splash Jerkface Two Weeks Ago… Kallista Hughes stood in the bustling kitchen of Brio’s Kitchen, gripping the edge of the stainless-steel counter so hard her knuckles whitened. The sharp clatter of pans, the hiss of sautéing vegetables, and the murmurs of the kitchen staff filled the air, but none of it registered. All she could hear was Chef Alden’s voice, cold and hard cutting through the noise like a shard of ice.

is the only word Aminah can think of to alleviate the discomfort; she also does not want to talk with him any longer. She took the clothes, but something abruptly dropped off. When Aminah noticed a perfectly laying lace underwear, her eyes widened. Its hue is red, which makes it stand out. This is the typical design she saw in Helen's room in a seductive magazine. For the second time, she caught Bram's gaze, who only coughed, nodded, and nervously checked the curtain. "I'll change this later." She was too humiliated and just take it immediately and ran to the restroom and slapped her face, hoping to forget her humiliation.

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”

I really love you. Through the lines, I only read his reluctance. Without hesitation, I blocked the number that I could recite even in my dreams. On the wedding day, Colin, covered in blood, crawled across the road and blocked our path. Through the car window, I saw him drag himself toward us. He shouted, "Selena, help me! I regret it so much. Come and see me." It was a horrific scene, making me jump. Lucien quickly covered my eyes. "Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away."

She was trying to erase the scent of cedar and sweat that seemed to have soaked into my very pores. "The bruise," I whispered, touching the spot on my neck where Roman had bit me. It was darkening, a purple-red mark that looked like a brand. "I know," Chloe hissed. She reached into her bag and pulled out a palette of heavy, industrial-strength concealer. It was the kind they used on movie sets to hide tattoos. "I’m going to cover it, but you have to stay still. If you sweat through this, or if you rub your neck against a collar, the secret is out."

Calla Blake stared at the spreading puddle of ruined chemicals, his face twisted with horror. For several seconds, he stood frozen, watching months of research dissolve into toxic steam. Then he smiled. The expression sent ice through my veins. This wasn't the desperate panic I expected from someone who'd just lost everything. This was the look of a man who still had cards to play. Blake reached behind him and pulled out two vials from a hidden compartment. One glowed with the same blue-green light as the destroyed compounds. The other was filled with dark red liquid that I recognized with growing dread.