Bleach Fic Novels & Stories

Valen's breath sends a shiver down my spine as he lingers close, his presence both comforting and unsettling. His words penetrate the haze of my thoughts, drawing my attention back to the present. "The blemish is totally gone," he whispers against my skin, his voice sending a jolt of electricity through me. My mind races to catch up with his words. "What blemish?" I inquire, my voice barely above a whisper. "The one left by the Algoth," he explains, his tone soft yet matter-of-fact. "I healed the cut, but there was still a pink mark. It's gone now."

Blake commanded Dean. Dean stands up and follows Blake’s order. After a while, Chichi arrives with Dean. Dean moves away from her and sits on the grass. “Oh, why did you call me Baehyun?” Chichi blushed as she put her hair behind her ears. Blake stands up and throws his notebook at her. “Hey! You, liar! You asked that commoner to answer my homeworks!” He shouted at her. Blake’s eyes are glaring. He is really mad.

Hiding my human soulmate from persistent Reapers I was eating a dumpling and Ellis was glancing over at me and smiling. I was looking at his black eyelashes and dark brows. "Why bleach your hair?" He chuckled and said he wanted nothing associated with his father on his body. I nodded and told him he looked nothing like his slimey father and he laughed saying that was the point. I rolled my eyes and giggled. My skin started to tingle, my wards had been disturbed. I looked over at Ellis.

The unbothered man just chuckled. "Princess, I will wait for that day" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can you see me? (The love forbidden) Synopsis. If you are a fan of BL stories, then this book is definitely for you. A love story between two opposite worlds. The son of a Mafia Lord and a lone ghost. After his death, Earth becomes a lonely ghost. Until he meets a kid who can see him. Years later, they became best friends but... What would happen when Earth falls in love with his friend?.

It’s thick, metallic and then I remember where we are. It clings to the air like a suffocating fog, sinking into my nostrils and coating the back of my throat. I gag on it as bile rises into the back of my mouth. Then I smell bleach mixed in. The tang burns my nose, and for a split second, I can’t tell if the sting in my eyes is from the fumes or the growing panic in my chest. We slept in this. I cleaned the floor last night, scrubbed this spot until my hands were raw, but now the mix of blood and bleach is even worse. It’s foul and chemical, like something rotting beneath sterile lies.

I lower my mug, padding my fingertips over my lower lip, wondering if I bit myself and I’m bleeding and that’s where the strange, coppery taste is coming from, but then a burst of energy rockets through the room, and a dizzying spell of violet hued magic appears with Blake at it’s center. I scream, spilling my coffee all over my lap and sweater. Blake steps out of the haze, ripping off his thick, navy blue cloak, and rushes to me. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m–are you okay?” He guides me out of the chair, holding me at arm’s length to inspect the dark stain on my sweater and the coffee seeping into my slacks. What a great start. He chews his lower lip, his eyes lifting to mine. “Come with me.”

Forest opened the bathroom's door and walked to them with her purple dress with a pink bow on the waist. "Thank you, Crimson, and Blanche." Blanche nodded, but stayed silent as her mind tried to digest what Crimson just said. Was they trying to upgrade Hent? Blanche shook her head at that question, that question ran a shiver down her spine. That won't do. If Hent would be upgraded, Blanche would be erased in this world. She guessed one thing that seemed to be the only rationable one. Was there's still something that connected her and Hent?

the point of this bathing… but… naughty things and all the perverted scenarios that have been in his head and having sex with me naked and him without a cloth, both in the bathroom. I opened my eyes and could see that Blaze was looking at me burning hot, his breath still roaring. I leaned against the bathroom wall, my knees still limp from the soap attack from Blaze earlier. Blaze then hugged me again and rinsed our bodies with water until all the foam and soap are gone.

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

I clench my fists, determined to prove her wrong. As she turns to leave, a wicked grin playing on her lips, she pauses and looks back at me. “One last thing, Xavie listens to me. We don’t want him to change his mind about you now, do we, Luna?” she sneers, chucking the bleach at me. My heart sinks as I realise the lid isn’t on the bleach, and it pours over me, burning my skin and ruining what’s left of my dress. I bite my trembling lower lip, vowing not to let her break me.