Novel & Cerita Bleach Fic

she screamed and I caught a glimpse of frost-blue eyes in the blur— then the vampire was ash on the floor, and the blur was gone. What in the actual fuck?!

I anticipated it to be Dacy, the witch herself, coming to seek vengeance, perhaps even seeking to end my life for being involved with Blake. Yet, to my surprise, someone entirely different stepped into the room. "Bryan?" I gasped, fear and shock evident in my widened eyes. Blake, still gripping me tightly in his embrace, shifted his gaze towards Bryan, who had just entered the room. "How did you..." I began to speak, but before I could utter another word, Bryan Swiftly trudged towards us with stunning determination. In an instant, his clenched fist connected with a powerful blow, striking Blake's left cheek and sending him crashing to the ground.

Dazed and bleeding, Blake noticed Cecilia in a slit dress sitting elegantly on a couch with a glass of red wine in her hand, as if she had been anticipating this moment. Cecilia put down her foot and leaned over with a grace that concealed her malicious intent. She lifted Blake's chin with her red-nailed finger, as Blake struggled to maintain consciousness, her mind reeling. "Poor thing, bleeding already? Let me help disinfect that wound," Cecilia said in a sinister tone, her eyes turning cold as she poured the red wine over Blake's bleeding forehead. The stinging pain caused Blake to struggle.

Before she could complete her yell, an angry Cedric walked out of the room and closed the door hard, making her jump. "Is Cedric crazy? Does he have bipolar because every day he's a stranger?" Braelyn angrily used her hand to wipe her lips. "So disgusting. He's such a cheating scum. I can't believe that he'll still use those same lips to kiss Elkie later. I have to brush my teeth." Completing her words, Braelyn angrily stood up and began to storm toward the bathroom as if she couldn't wait to wash her mouth off. Accompanying her words were heavy curses for Cedric.

Mom screams in happiness, but we don't open our eyes or stop chanting. "We are losing her!" Lily yells in panic, and I hear Rick's growl. Today won't be the day Faye dies, today I will get married, I will lose no more people. "Chanel me." I say, falling to the ground. "It will hurt." Blu says and it does hurt, my scream mixes with Faye's, and through it, I hold my belly. "NOO!" I hear Alex, but Faye is no longer screaming. I get up, bleeding from my nose, looking frantic.

Whenever Cara thought about the things that had happened to the poor woman, she would always think that it felt like someone somewhere was writing her story and adding all the drama to it. “Wait a minute,” Tim said, his voice pulling her out of her thoughts. "How in the world did she come in contact with bleach?” he asked her. Cara started to open her mouth to answer him, but then she realized that she was as oblivious to that as he was. In the heat of everything she heard from Dean, asking him how that happened was the last thing on her mind. Sighing, she shook her head and said. "I have no idea. I didn't even ask.” She rubbed her hand across her face. "I guess we'll know how when we get th

"Oiii, stop blushing like this. Are u the girl or me?- I said teasing him. I am back to 'hide everything' mode. I reached home and saw a long and heavy message from him about how he felt. I sighed but eventually smiled. Lets dive into the flashback to know the new beginning of our girl.

"Because you asked me to leave. Would you really have welcomed me back if I rang the doorbell and walked through the front door? I am sorry for spying but I thought my scent would grab your attention and you would know that it was me but unfortunately, you were so quick to erase me from your memory, like I never existed." Grey took a deep breath and calmed down. Bailey and Recce still looked livid but I ignored the both of them. I only had to sway Grey and the rest of my plan would fall into place. "We don't need your help. We are going to battle against Blemish in a few days. You're too late to join the club." I chuckled and Grey seemed even angier.

Shards rained down into the sink, onto the floor while I stood there, panting, bleeding from a dozen tiny cuts on my hand, and stared at the destruction I'd created. One piece of glass was larger than the others. It was long, sharp and glinting up at me from the edge of the sink like an invitation. I picked it up. The edge bit into my palm, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena won. The thought came unbidden, rising up from somewhere deep inside me. I thought I was the winner. Thought that getting Blake even temporarily meant I'd beaten Elena at her own game. But I hadn't won anything. Maybe in my next life, I thought, I'll find someone who truly loves me.

My mother has a strange obsession with cleanliness. Everything has to be scrubbed down with bleach before she considers it clean. I know full well how damaging bleach fumes are to the lungs, and I pull up research to talk her out of it. She finally stops. But then, my brother catches an infectious disease, and a doctor recommends disinfecting the floors with bleach. She turns on me immediately, screaming that if she hadn't listened to my nonsense, my brother never would've gotten sick. My brother hears this from her every single day and takes it to heart. When his condition gets worse, he pushes me off the top of a building. Maybe even God can't stand how unfairly I died, because I come