Bleach Christmas Novels & Stories

“Excuse me Caleb, I need to go sit. I'm still sore and besides, I've still got work to do from here." “I'm going to expose everything," he threatened. “Expose what?," I chuckled. “That you have a small dick?" “Stop saying that," he fumed. I smiled. “Okay. Now if you'd excuse me, I need to go pee." I searched in my purse, brought out a tissue, and held it up for him to see. A mocking smile etched in my lips. “I need this to wipe what is dripping down my thighs." " You have no shame,” he sneered. "Who has no shame?,” a voice asked from behind me. Damon.

“Oh. Yeah, the usual. Chase down witches and tie her to the Christmas tree, then burn it all on the fire and eat marshmallows shaped like tiny snowmen. Nothing much. Oh, and yes, I’m talking about Bree.” Gray chuckled and Q blew air so hard through his pursed lips that he almost whistled. They knew me. They knew I didn’t celebrate Christmas. It was a crap time of year anyway. “You don’t always have to make fun out of it, you know. Christmas is family time, and...” “I know that shit,” I interrupted. I knew Quentin’s usual lecture about how wonderful Christmas could be if only I had someone to celebrate with. And I also knew Gray’s upcoming question:

I was out of the club and in the car. “To the mansion Lev”, I instructed Lev and he nodded without saying any word. I hate this shitty town, they so much find joy in sometime like Christmas. I know I was wrong to snap at that girl but I lost it. The entire block, road and buildings were decorated with Christmas lights and decorations, Christmas songs, children excited and running around. I scoffed at the thought of parents deceiving their younglings about some fat ugly old man, with white beards being Santa Claus. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to block out the thought of Christmas and everything that comes with it.

In the end, a small migrating pack of us went—me, Ostara, Donna, Penny, Ethan, and Davina—while everyone else stayed behind. Harvest Bloom was a short drive away. The moment we opened the door and the bell chimed, the familiar smell hit us: chocolate, vanilla, and something warm and spicy. Stacks of boxes were neatly arranged in the reception area—white with little gold snowflakes and the Harvest Bloom logo on the top. “Is that the new Christmas flavour?” I asked, eyeing them. Davina beamed. “It is!” Ostara walked over and rested her hand on one of the boxes with genuine affection. “Can you believe I haven’t even tried this yet?” she asked. “With all the craziness…”

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

I don't know what was wrong with scumbag. I walked out of the hallway, outside, and a fresh cold breeze hit my skin. My hair danced to its melody. I took a deep breath, shoving out all the negative feelings in my heart. I still have a few days to get out of this mess, and once I'm done, I will never make such mistakes again. Outside, people who came for the Christmas holiday were smiling and laughing with their loved ones. While me…I was struggling to smile for a second. I felt like going back to my parents and marrying that bullshit to save myself from being humiliated always.

Your man’s going to spank your ass later,’ he said in his mind before following them. Demie, on the other hand, was still clinging to Aly's arm as they entered the inside of the venue. Christmas decors on every corner, a large Christmas tree was settled on the side with its bright chirstmas lights and a gold star on the top. And with the christmas song played, people smiling at each other, Demie can really feel the spirit of Christmas. Someone meets them, a man who Demie thinks is the same age as Sandro. "Auntie, Merry Christmas," he greeted the woman and kissed her on the cheek.

Chloe fought desperately, the face that had earned millions of likes on social media now twisted into an ugly mask. And Ethan, even at the end, still had his death grip on her ankle. Blood quickly stained the white snow, splattering onto the giant, still-twinkling Christmas tree. The colored lights, reflecting in the blood, looked grotesque. The irony of it was chilling. How many lives were lost for the glow of that tree? I turned away, unable to watch anymore. The blizzard still raged outside, but I knew the darkest part of the night was over. I looked down at my own bruised hand. My hand was broken. I couldn't operate. Not for a while. But I would again.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.