Bleach Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I say in what I hope to be my casual tone. “Fine.” My eyes widen. “Fine?” “I will break up with Liam and give myself time to heal, but I’m going to have a passionate one night with Jeremy. I mean, he is hot, and he is a vampire.” My hand closes in on the pencil in my hand before it gives in and snaps in half. “He’s not a freaking vampire! You are testing my patience, Willow.” “Not everything is about you. Goodbye, Leo, and stay away from me! Get out of my room, I want to leave.”

And I hate that it feels like a glimpse into something I’ll never want but can’t fully escape. --- When the last balloon droops and Leo’s passed out with frosting on his chin, Damon stands near the door, coat in hand. The air feels quieter without Leo’s laughter filling it. “He had a good day,” Damon says softly. “He had a good cake,” I correct. “Don’t flatter yourself.” That earns the faintest hint of a smile. “You don’t let me, do you?” “No,” I say simply. “You’re not used to hearing no, are you?”

Why would he? 'And why am I so desperate for his cock?' she wondered. 'I'm acting like a bitch in heat.' After smothering everything in bleach, Lexi scrubbed and rinsed them off with water and a cloth. It took a decent amount of time, she got bleach on her favourite dress, and there was still limescale and dots of black mould at the end of her efforts.

As the night deepened, the temperature dropped even further. I could feel the frost creeping across the walls of the roof access. I pulled the blankets tighter around us, squeezing Leo until he was almost a part of me. "Do you think we'll actually make it out?" Leo asked. His voice was small, stripped of its usual strength. "I don't know," I admitted. "But if we do, I'm not letting you go back to being a ghost, Leo. You're going to be real. You're going to be loud. You're going to be the most annoying person in every room we enter."

I flexed my muscles, feeling the spot in the bottom of my belly that had always been empty now brimming with life and energy. "I guess it is just you and me now." I whispered to Luna as I led her toward the bathroom. She had grown limp again, her head lolling in what must have been a very uncomfortable posture. I adjusted it the best way I could as I placed her against a wall. Her dress was so filthy that even here, in the light of day, I couldn't figure out the colour it had once been. Horse poop brown? Rotting manure black? Dried blood red? Urgh! I grimaced, my fingernails tingling as I started to reach for it. My hands paused midair as I thought about what she would do to me if she realiz

“No, she’s reached the limit where it’s safe. If we take more, she could go into shock. I can’t do that.” Clara snatched the syringe from his hand and plunged it into my arm herself, forcing the full 1000cc out. “What are you afraid of? I told you I’ll take responsibility! My brother is the don.” Blood loss hit me hard. The world dimmed, I went limp, and two guards caught me before I collapsed. Clara glared at me. “Stop faking it. A little blood won’t kill you. I’m not Martin. I won’t be fooled by your act.”

Please. All the rationality in the world didn't matter: Lexi was jealous so Lexi was jealous. She'd tried to be casual about it when she caught them in the shower. Her eyes were naturally green, but she hoped her envy didn't show through the frosted glass. She'd held her sister afterward, warm and loving, secretly hating the blonde girl. Which only made Lexi feel worse about feeling so bad.

In the end, Colin was always like this. "I get it," I replied. She smiled, "So, you don't have to step in. From what I've learned, those people aren't good. They need a lesson." Just then, Lucien arrived, and Lauren excused herself. "Get better, kid. I'm looking forward to your wedding." I blushed, touching my ear. After what happened yesterday, my heart would race at the sight of Lucien. He touched my forehead. "You're burning a little. Feeling unwell?"

Cecilia rose to her feet. Her usual cool and aloof demeanor showed, but her eyes betrayed a hint of defiant tears. She snatched the lemon juice from Holly's arms, ready to down it in one go. Luke quickly moved, panic written all over him, "No, don't drink that. You can't drink cold drinks." He turned back, shooting Holly a glare that could freeze fire. It was the first time he had ever looked at her with such annoyance and revulsion.

, he said. "Take it off yourself ", I teased. "No",he said after 5 seconds of burning red. I love that I'm making him feel this way it's so fucken adorable. "Boring", I said and got into the bathroom and then stripped completely. This place smelled amazing. The water was pink with lots and lot's of petals and lime and lemon slices and so many other things I can't even explain. I got into it, okay this was nice. "You like it?", he asked coming into the bathroom.