Bleach Harem Novels & Stories

I was hoping my training this summer would give me the edge I needed to end this bullying once and for all. I took a final look in the mirror. My long onyx black hair was down today, gentle waves cascaded along my face, neck, shoulders, arms, and back. My vibrantly blue eyes mirrored my determination. I nodded in approval at my outfit, a black and silver blouse and black skinny jeans. I was ready to seize the day and make it amazing. I hurried out the door and leapt into my tiny little sedan, driving off to my high school.

She has never carried herself like that. "Do you kill people ace ?..." She asked and ace Smirked. "We are mafia Sarah. That's our thing. But we don't hurt innocents, children or women." He assured her but still she was very uncomfortable with the thought that they kill people. Sarah looked at the big mansion and instantly got impressed by its beauty. Everything was designed with unique color combinations. Shiny marble floor and expensive paintings. It was screaming royalty. Sarah saw one maid coming towards her. "Hello ma'am. I'll guide you to your room please come with me..."

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow. Eventually, Ace paused at a drawing of a woman with her back turned, her hair styled in an updo. What struck me was the attention to detail – the way the light highlighted her hair, which stood out against the shaded parts of the drawing. I realized her hairstyle was unique in this town, where brown and black hair were the norm. She wore an edgy outfit, complete with a leather jacket and a skirt, reminiscent of my punk-inspired style.

“God, this guy is disgusting- oh, great. There's the BLT. All over the cushions...” The door of doom opened as I emptied the contents of my gut. The Grim Reaper sprang from the portal, a horrific phantasm with blood-red eyes. He was nothing but shadow and bone, cobbled of skeletal skin. He put the Watcher in a death-lock and jerked his head viciously. Samael drove his foot into Jakkon's crotch and wrenched backwards, splitting his abdomen in half. Noor's head fell to the ground.

The ones whose mere presence made me cum. I drove back to my house and stomped up to my bedroom and started looking for a dress which was “sexy” enough for me to get railed. I probably still have their numbers buried in my phone. Time to test that. Fingers trembling with leftover rage, I yanked out the dress, backless silk that hugged my curves like a lover's hands. Slit high enough to flash thigh, neckline plunging to tease cleavage. Paired it with black lace thong, garters, and fuck me heels. Mirror check, smoky eyes and a red lip.

Behind her, Ipek and Pelin’s bodies fell to the ground with a sickening thud as she inhaled the final threads of their light. The chamber pulsed crimson as the blood moon reached its zenith. Bahar lifted her arms, her body swaying in a serpentine dance. Her hair shimmered blonde, her beauty twisting into something inhuman as the moonlight drenched her. She twirled once, laughing, basking in the red glow. Aziz’s roar cut short as Pazuzu slammed him down again, claws raking deep across his chest. Blood darkened the dust beneath him. His body twitched, then stilled.

"Hahiiiinn! Aaah, Aaaaaahh, Aaaaaaahhh, Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!" "You looking really disheveled right now is really the highest" "Allan-sama is really unkinnnnd. You are really enjoying bullying meeee!" "I cannot win over your strict side normally you see, so allow me to win over this side on the bed this time" "Ffuaaaaaaaaahh! It feels greaaat! I'm feeling too much to resiiiiisssst!"

3. Spoilt Stepdaughter's Seed Chapter One I slammed the door to my new bedroom so hard the fancy crystal light fixture rattled overhead. "This is bullshit!" I screamed, not caring who heard. Grounded. Me. Chloe fucking Harrington—well, now whatever the hell my new last name was supposed to be after Mom married that rich asshole. At nineteen, I'd already ditched my twelfth boyfriend because he bored me to tears in bed, and I'd torched my sixth so-called best friendship because those bitches couldn't keep up with my vibe. And now this? Locked down in this massive mansion like some prisoner because "you need to learn responsibility, young lady."

My hands, still holding the tray, trembled as his hand began to slide under my skirt and lower my panties to my thighs. "Open your legs wider!" He whispered. I nodded slowly and followed his instructions. I opened my legs wider and let his hand touch my vagina. Goosebumps rose as I felt his warm hand press and rub my clitoris. "Oh..." I moaned as the pleasure began to fill my nerves. Mr. Max paused for a moment, took the tray I was still holding, and placed it on the tatami floor, the carpeting typically found in traditional Japanese homes. It was as if he knew I might drop the beer bottle and glass if I still had the tray in my hands.