Bleach Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

“You have to go alone to the transfer at 1418. And you have to hand Cruz to me first.” The diner noise dropped out. My chair dug into my thighs. Blade’s hand on my shoulder tightened like a promise — or a threat. “Hand him to you?” I echoed, voice thin. “Then what?” Viper’s eyes glittered. “Then you watch. And you learn whose world you’ve walked into.” My skin crawled like a bad memory. “No.” “You agreed to bleed, did you not?” Viper asked softly. “This is what bleeding looks like.” Blade’s jaw went hard. “You heard him. That’s not the deal.”

Amelia's hand flexed on my leg, as her body twitched at the her memories. "I'm right here, little one", I cooed in her ear. She curved her head into mine, using me for strength. "Bleach", she gagged, opening her eyes. "I can't do anymore", she whimpered. I cupped her face with one hand and held her close.

I released her neck and wiped my hand on her shirt. “I don’t know what you thought this was, Blaire, but you’ve been warned. If you want to see the part of me that I refused to show you while we were married, try to cross me, you’d be shocked,” I smiled at her. Blaire was quiet, she had a surprised look on her face, coupled with fear. I nodded my head and found my way out of her penthouse. I was done with anything that had to do with Blaire, it was time to find my woman.

I began to curse my luck internally, because if I had listened to Elio and waited for him to finish so we could exit the school together, then I wasn’t sure if I’d be in this situation right now. I’ve been avoiding Blaze ever since our last encounter in the bathroom which had left me feeling extremely traumatized. Especially after the conversation I had with Taylor and Josh that evening and they had explained what it means for Blaze to leave his scent on me like he had done. “So unreal.” His voice was gravelly low as he spoke, eyes focused on my face and a shiver slid down my spine as his cold fingers tilted my jaw upwards even more. I gripped the hem of my shirt with my hands because I had

Blake in the other room began to feel the sensation from the other room, and his soldier began to respond in kind as he began to stiffen more and stand at attention when slowly undressing Koran. ‘I need to sever the connection to my Soul, or this night will be rather quick as the sensations are equally rewarding.’ Blake Prime thought and severed his connections to the two clones he created tonight, making them independent of his thoughts and feelings; only after they merge back will he relive the experience.

"From the first week. Everything since then has been the same people in more detail." Clara considers this. "Is that true for everyone?" "The ones who are paying attention," Valentina says. "The ones who are not paying attention become something else. Or they were never quite themselves to begin with." Clara looks up. "Is that what the third book is about?" "One of the things," Valentina says. "I thought so," Clara says. She goes back to her notebook. Two notebooks open at the kitchen table, mother and daughter, writing in the November Barcelona night about the people in the next room who are starting to know what they are.

She glanced at Alex who was now busy going through his phone. “You changed me?” She asked and he looked at her. “Yeah.” He replied and she gave him a questioning look. Alex rolled his eyes knowing what was going on in her mind. “I didn't fuck you. If I wanted to, I would have done it and besides, I don't do Necrophilia.” “I’m not a corpse.” Blakeley mumbled, finding his reply offensive. “Come.” He ordered stretching his hand to her, Blakeley slowly took it and he pulled her up from the bed, she walked to him and he wrapped his arms around her waist and stared at her face.

A voice sounded behind her. "And you are?" Amal's vicious look disappeared leaving a gentle smile. "Should I tell you a secret?" The man seating on the wheelchair asked "What secret?" Amal raised his brows not knowing who the stranger is or why he wants to strike out a conversation with her. "Scarlett Blaze is missing or you can say Dead. So isn't it your time to sneak yoir way to his heart and make him hate those little riffraffs." Mr. Blaze whispered with a smirk.

“I just don’t like people touching what’s mine.” Dex’s eyes flashed with triumph. He leaned across the table until their lips were barely a breath away. “Then maybe you should mark what’s yours more clearly,” he whispered. “Because right now.… I’m tempted to bend you over this table and remind you exactly who you belong to.” Elian’s breath hitched. His bandaged fingers curled into fists on the table as memories of the previous day flooded his head like a hurricane, almost destroying the little sanity he had left. He glared at the culprit who was the reason for the thoughts roaming in his head.

She raises an eyebrow, indicating to Blaze that Dexter's nervousness around her amuses her. “Why not? You have been supporting me to bully him.” Blaze turns to face her, a hint of understanding in his eyes as he acknowledges the role they have played in bullying Dexter. A light chuckle escapes Alexa's lips, showcasing her enjoyment of their breakfast together on this day off from school. Their complicated relationship, built on a foundation of manipulation and power dynamics, seems to fuel their connection, creating an unusual bond between them.