Bleach Crossover Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

I turned on the shower and stood underneath it before stabbing my thigh with the dagger hard enough to distract myself from the heat. “Natalia!” I collapsed on the floor. I leaned against the cold tiled wall and saw Blaze run to me. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to lock the door. I watched as horror crossed his eyes upon seeing me bleed. “What the hell have you done?!” Blaze knelt on the wet floor, disregarding the water from the shower that was pouring down on him. His hands trembled slightly as if he was unsure how to touch me, how to approach me.

And now the one person I mocked is the one my body can’t seem to live without. She picks up her bag again. “I’ll try. No promises. But if Calla smells bullshit, I’m telling her the ICEWOLVES CAPTAIN has a crush on her” “Deal,” Casen says, eyes grateful. “What?” I shot Casen a glare… Blaire heads for the door, then pauses and glances back at me. “Rest. You look like a toasted corpse.” “Thanks,” I mutter. “That helps.” “Don’t die before I get back,” she calls, slamming the door behind her.

I felt ships crossing distant waters. Storm drains beneath the city. Blood in wounded bodies. Tears clinging to Kiyomi’s lashes inside the lighthouse. The sea was not one place. It was everywhere. Waiting. I opened my eyes. Astraya’s smile faded. The chapel windows burst inward. Rain stopped in the air. Thousands of droplets hung around me, bright as glass. Cael stared. “That is new.” I lifted my hand. The red mark turned white. Every drop moved. They spun into narrow blades and cut through the black hands holding Cael and Shigure.

Bleiz was dressed in a suit and tie, as always, aloof and dignified, but he still carried the scent of Mona’s perfume. “I came...” My voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. “I didn’t come to find her.” I slowly raised my hand and pointed to my bandaged forehead: “I was injured too.” Bleiz’s expression faltered, and he then noticed my pale face and the gauze on my forehead. “You said that after she gave birth, you would take me away.” I looked at him, my eyes red-rimmed. “But now, can you still see me?”

There is guy beside her--though the face is blurred, he left arm is on top of her shoulders. The next picture is that she and the guy were kissing. Bryce blood began to boil with that sight! How dare the guy kissed his girlfriend! He just deleted all the pictures without checking one by one. He quickly run outside his unit to find Nia. Even though he's not sure where to start, he can find a lead though the guards outside and he can also check the CCTV's on the whole building! ***** Nia didn't know how many bottle of beer she had drink. Her visions are starting to get blurred and she's very dizzy but she trust Dylan that they won't do something to harm her.

Violet’s POV It’s good to be back in New York ever since I started traveling and I knew for sure that Calix is still in coma. I was so shocked when I entered his house. It was so loud. I can hear the laughter of kids inside. I knitted my forehead. “What the hell!” I shouted when I reached the living room. “Who the hell are these kids?!” My eyes widened when I saw them looks exactly like Calix. I head someone running inside the living room. I saw Calix wife, Blaire Willows. Her forehead was knitted and she coldly looked at me coldly.

“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.

I close my eyes. The maintenance throat smells of hot rubber, blood, and the faint lemon disinfectant that seems to follow residential everywhere. A strip light buzzes above a ladder cage so narrow Renn has to turn sideways to pass. My wrist throbs under Sarah’s bandage. Clear clone fluid has dried at my cuticles. Leo writes: FREE. One word. There. The line between us. To Leo, gone and free are starting to touch. I open my eyes. “No.” The route in my head flares bright enough to make me nauseous.

I swallowed my pride and begged him yet he didn't want me. ‘Lana, we are going to be fine. Don’t cry.” Elena assured me but I knew she was wrong. There was no way I would be fine with my mate marrying my stepmother. He didn't even want me. He didn't want to touch me or look at me. Protecting my body? He was making up excuses. I wore the bathrobe I found as I dropped my sticky dress in the washing machine. The living room was clean and I smelt bleach all over the place. The body of the rogue wasn't there anymore and the smell of blood had been replaced with bleach.

Blair finished and suddenly stood up, "Oh shit!!!" He ran upstairs in horror, only to find that the bedroom door had been unlocked. He was furious and kicked the door open. There was no one on the bed in the bedroom, and the sound of water coming from the bathroom was "clattering". Blair kicked the bathroom door open again. Serena was lying in the bathtub, the water in the bathtub had turned red and overflowed, the whole bathroom was scarlet in color. The dagger lay quietly to one side, and on her wrist was a deep gash.