Bleach Female Oc Novels & Stories

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TALIA Finally, someone came to the door and peered in. I looked up to find a very pretty blonde woman with a pixie cut, looking to be in her early twenties, staring in at me. I realized she had a close resemblance to Alex with dirty-blonde hair and eyes like his. Hers were much more like his than Alex’s. Hers were evil, ominous. She looked at me with murder on her face.

Wiping her face, she looked up to see a blonde Beta girl standing there with a smug grin. "Oops, I think my juice slipped," the girl giggled. 'Of course it did slip upward,' Aria gritted her teeth hard and looked down. Her top was soaked with watermelon juice. She didn’t fight back. She never did. Being an Omega meant she was an easy target. Fighting back would only make her more visible. And visibility got you preyed on by Alphas. With a plastic smile and squinted eyes, she dissed it. "It’s fine," she muttered, walking quickly to the bathroom to change. She always carried a spare outfit. These kinds of things happened too often for her to be surprised anymore.

She jabbed the blonde with her elbow and whispered quickly into her ear, a spilt second later; the blonde was also looking at me with wide eyes I stopped in front of them and flashed a grin as they continued to gape up at me with awestruck looks on their faces. I assessed the auras that were coming off each of them; the brunette was a Beta female while the blonde was an Omega I quirked a brow at the young male they had been talking to and before I could even politely ask him to excuse us; he bowed and scurried off. I watched him as he dodged out of sight before turning back to the girls and shrugging

After that, Margareth had now disappeared out of the room. Olivia stepped onto the balcony and began to enjoy her whiskey alone. At first it was only one glass that the blue-eyed woman gulped and then it was her third glass. Olivia suddenly lowered her tears and slightly ruffled her long hair. After looking quite a mess, Olivia had formed a definite smile. "Let's do this."

She mumble and took a step forward, about to walk towards that location. "Where are you going, Blanche?" Blanche fidgeted upon hearing Aerith's voice. She look back and there stood Aerith rubbing her eyes. "A-ah, I'm just finding some spot on where I can take my pee off," She responded rubbing her forehead. Aerith's brow raised and chuckled. "Well then, if that's the case, I'll be going back inside, take your pee off fast, it's dangerous." "Yeah... right," she faked a laugh and snap her attention back on the figure that she saw. She squinted and step back, "W-wife?"

His nails elongated out of his fingers and the tips of his hand were purple and swollen. "Help," my head snapped toward the continuous gasping coming from one of the bodies on the floor. Ociena revealed herself by lifting her head from the ground. Her eyes too were clouded with deep darkness. Her white hair had patches of dirt and a leaf had intertwined in between the loose strands of her hair. She dragged herself slowly in the dirt. The noises coming from her lips arose my levels of discomfort. For some reason unknown to me she was choking on the air. "Water," she mumbled but I managed to hear what she said.

Blaire points out her cousin who was at the front seat at the bar where all drinks were made, waiting for us. Blair took me by the hand, and we started walking through the crowd. "Hey sexy blonde thing," a few men call out to Blair while others whistle at her. Blaire smiled at them and remained to pull me over to her cousin. Octavia is a stout and curvaceous wolf. Her dark hair was cut low and stylish, and her face was painted beautifully in makeup. "Hi," she greets me as she stood up. "Hi," I greeted her back with a smile.

He nodded, "Yeah, really," "Then make it easier, make me comprehend what's going on," she requested. "That female... she's not an Omega wolf." His mate frowned, "What are you saying, husband? Chase dragged her by her tail to this land, remember? She was a freaking Omega!" "That's a wolf that simulates the look of an Omega," Blake clarified. "What? There's such a thing?" Anita was forced to sit on the bed, looking stunned. "How is that possible?" Blake sighed, sitting on a chair opposite his wife before disclosing, "She is an Olmpha, my dear."

She had her arms propped behind her head, the obsidian bikini top she wore on display. The spider web design was overlaid by a shimmery material that made her chest sparkle any time she moved. I didn’t at all miss the appreciative look Delaney had given her when she stepped out of the bathroom. When paired with her colored hair and dark eye make-up, it gave her an extra dose of intimidation that even her petite frame couldn’t ruin. Olive took one look at me, or rather, my chest, and sighed loudly. “I love women.” Delaney burst into a fit of musical laughter. “No, you love breasts.”