Bleach Fic Novels & Stories

However, little did I know that the seemingly innocent I*******m story would trigger an unexpected chain of events, filling the evening with turmoil and concern. As I watched the I*******m story, my eyes fixated on Blaire. Her presence in the video was unexpected, and the mere sight of her with Liam ignited a surge of emotions within me. My jaw clenched involuntarily as I observed the scenes unfolding before my eyes. The video portrayed Blaire and Liam dancing together, lost in a world of carefree revelry. The sense of intoxication that emanated from them was palpable, even through a small screen. Blaire's usual composed demeanor had been replaced by an unfamiliar state of inebriation, and i

The scream that left my lips was bloodcurdling. I stare at my reflection in horror and almost have the urge to cry. My hair is no longer a fair shade of strawberry blonde but a creamy chocolate brown, my natural hair colour. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I grabbed my bottle of shampoo and dumped its contents into the sink; it wasn’t shampoo. It was bleach. Fuck! How did bleach get in here? Someone must have poured bleach into this bottle, and Kiara was the only one in the room. My blood boiled in such a way that I was certain my skin was turning a bright shade of red. I storm out of the bathroom, but I am met by no one in our room.

He didn't have to stare at her face for a long time and held back annoyance because of her presence here. He walked rather hastily to the bathroom and opened the door without hesitation. He didn't expect to find Blakely in the bathroom and combing her long hair with her curly fingers. The woman was surprised to see his presence there and hurriedly left through the narrow gap left by his body and the door frame. He accidentally smelled the scent of Blakely's shampoo from her tousled hair as she hurried past him. Blakely's hair smelled fresher, like the fruity scent of summer. That's very different from Rebecca's who likes shampoos with a softer vanilla scent.

This is my life, a relentless cycle of suffering and despair. Before I can gather my thoughts, the piercing sound of mocking laughter fills the room, cutting through the heavy silence. It's Anastasia, my cousin, a venomous presence in my already torturous existence. Her sassy demeanor and sadistic pleasure in my pain make her the perfect antagonist to my broken spirit. Before I can fully grasp my surroundings, a sudden splash of icy water drenches me from head to toe. I gasp, jolted from my thoughts, as the freezing water shocks my senses. The laughter that follows echoes through the room, cruel and heartless. "You should be grateful for the morning shower, Bloom," she sneers, her voice drip

I mutter. Before he can argue, Ghost wanders up behind him with a smirk like he’s been listening the whole damn time. “By the way,” he says, “you left something on your bike.” I squint. “No, I didn’t.” “Oh, you did,” he says, dragging out the words. “Something slick, white, and dripping.” “Fuck off.” They both laugh like hell, and I just shake my head. “I’ll clean it later.” “So you’re really not coming?” Ghost leans against the doorframe beside Blaze, his grin lazy but sharp.

"Oh I see. Then watch how I destroy you and everything you love" " You.. wouldn't " I stammered. "Really" he laughed, "remember who I am-JG". " JG...you're the famous JG" I stuttered hardly believing my ears. "Flesh and Blood.So Freddie, do what's right or else this is going to turn out way more than you expected" he said as he turned and walked away leaving me stunned and confused as ever.

Blair was talking to a few people when she felt a presence behind her, the strong flowery fragrance of the perfume hit her nose, directly. Turning around she saw, a girl, tall and slender, looking beautiful in a blue dress as the smile covered her fair face. "What are you doing here?" Blair asked as her eyebrows go furrowed when Blaze replied, "Happy Birthday, Cliterella." And after a slight pause, she continued, "The show, right there, was, pretty perfect."

- Timot Bhlezy rush to their sides and sprinkle it an alcohol though it was the only thing she can do, it can lessen the infection of the scratches especially to me I almost cried when the alcohol touches my wounds and when we are already prepared we go deeper to the area but before this ----------- Bhlezy, Art, and Uncle Sunny rush to the body near the half body of the Witch "BHEA!!!"- Art as soon as they come near to its body the sadness flow to their body and envelop their heart the body was none other than Bhea Bhlezy check its pulse but there is nothing and her body was cold already "Bhea... sorry we are late!"- Sunny "BHEA!!!"- Art

I am a destructive entity that should be gotten rid of. If Pryce won't live, I might as well kill myself. That's the only thing that should be done tonight if this procedure goes sideways. If I have died once, twice, then... why not make it forever, right? In that way, everyone would be at peace. No one will ever get hurt by my reckless action again. Ever. While I am in my chaotic trance, I snapped my head to Pryce when I heard her said with her raspy voice, "You are not gonna burn me alive, are you, Blair?"

I got onto the dance floor I got a sweet strange scent. I paused for a couple of minutes looking around wondering why I could perceive such a sweet strange smell. “What's happening to me?!” I muttered to myself shaking my head and trying to take off the silly sweet smell in my head. I took in more steps headed for the dance floor ignoring whatever I could suddenly perceive. On getting to the dance floor, the scent became stronger than ever. I looked around me wondering what it was or who rather, she swayed her hips over to me as she wrapped her arms around my neck from in front of me as she danced to the tone of the music playing in the background. The minute our bodies came in contact