Bleach Fic Novels & Stories

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?"

He’s barely conscious now, hovering right on the edge of the abyss, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pain completely overrides his brain's ability to process reality. I step back from the table, setting the bloody scalpel down next to the hammer. Reaching for the bottom shelf of the cart, I retrieve a heavy plastic jug of industrial bleach. Twisting the cap off, the sharp, noxious chemical fumes instantly cut through the scent of copper and sweat in the room. "Wake up," I snap, slapping Stefano sharply across the face with my bloody glove. He gasps, his eyes fluttering open, hazy and completely unfocused.

And with that I went off to my next class. In the hall before I got to class however, I noticed Henry. He had a black eye, what looked to be a broken nose, and his arm was in a sling. He looked as if he got into a fight just recently, and it must have been brutal because werewolves healed ridiculously fast generally. I wondered if it had anything to do with Lily and the altercation from yesterday that I intervened in. I walked into class and looked directly at Rose. There was still a moment before class began. I sat down, once again right by her, and did something I had never done before. I mindlinked her.

Chapter 12: The Daily Fang The final whistle blew across the field, sharp and final. Students streamed off the grass—vampires laughing too loud, humans wiping sweat and trying to look like they hadn’t just been outrun by immortals. Nico stayed on the bleachers a minute longer, letting the crowd thin before he stood. His leg felt perfect. Too perfect. The scars itched under the uniform like they were reminding him they weren’t going anywhere. Kai materialized at the edge of the bleachers, guitar case slung over one shoulder like a weapon.

I took Frederick's forearm with the tips of my fingers and began to lift it from my torso, measuring every millimeter so as not to break his sleep. As soon as the weight yielded, I managed to free myself from the grip. I got down from the bed with stealthy movements and walked straight toward the bathroom. I leaned on the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I had swollen lips and distinct marks on my neck. I opened the tap and washed my face with freezing water over and over. Fuck… I had fucked with Frederick. I had truly felt that enormous dick inside me the previous night. What a fucking madness. I rubbed my skin for almost four minutes, trying to erase the sensation of my stepbrother

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 snapped out of my trance when Seb shoved me on my shoulder. "That was a hard push, man! What's with you guys in this godforsaken dump yard you guys call school? First off, I had to fight off two bitches, and now, a leech? You're a total freak and we're not friends. Stop trying to get close to me, stop it! It's not cute boy!" I shouted in anger. He disrupted a peaceful conversation I was having in my head.

"Same... Exciting. Killing and torturing people..." Ace winked. Her expressions turned horrified. "Ace please..." "Ok ok I am sorry... I was just messing around. Why are you so afraid of violence?..." he asked curiously. "Not violence but I have a phobia of blood. I can't look at it___ it's just gross..." She shivered remembering the same scene and brutal act of Xavier. He was still giving her nightmares. Ace chuckled. "The daughter of mafia don and still this kind of phobia... Interesting..."

The new shoes, the tag still on. I remember it happening in slow motion. How she took a bottle of bleach from the sink and poured the entire thing on them. My months of hard work... gone. And that day? I attempted to... harm myself. Because I was so tired. Just so tired of it all.” My heart beat faster in my chest, and for a moment, I was sure it could be heard across the room. I remembered that day. I poured the bleach on his shoes. I bit my lip, trying to stay calm as I stared at Aaron’s face. That same puppy-dog look he always wore—one that somehow made me feel like the worst person on earth.

Blaire rushed in through her apartment door, her emotions heavy and pure. She got to her room, without uttering a word to her mother, taking off her clothes into the bathroom. The sharp ache in her chest barely slowed down by the rush of water streaming over her. She leaned against the cool tile, pressing her forehead against it, allowing the shower rain down on her. Damien’s words echoed in her mind, a painful reminder of how easily he’d dismissed her, how carelessly he’d reduced their shared moment and rendered her a slot .