Bleach: Memories Of Nobody Novels & Stories

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

"What do you want to know, Bloom?" I shrugged lightly. "Favourite colour—and movie?" Zac's eyes squinted as he chuckled. He hummed for a moment. "Blue and Pulp Fiction." I nodded slowly. "Why blue?" His head cocked to the side as he looked out ahead at the world sprawled out in front of us. "It reminds me of the ocean." I bit on my bottom lip to stop my smile from stretching miles. I would have never seen it coming—Zac Miller being soft and sentimental. It was endearing.

Thalia murmured softly, stepping into the room. Chloe’s eyelids fluttered open, her brown eyes cloudy and unfocused. She blinked once, twice, as if convinced the tall silhouette standing in her doorway was a hallucination brought on by the fever. "Thalia?" her voice was a rough, barely audible rasp. "What... what are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?"

Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Camille’s emotions surged, and tears began to roll down her cheeks, salty and bittersweet. How long had it been since she last remembered the scent of her mother’s lily of the valley? How long had it been since she felt the vibrant essence of fragrance, the subtle bond between scent and memory? 'Muse' didn’t just analyze the scent—it awakened a corner of her mind she thought lost forever. It allowed her to 'see' images again, to 'hear' sounds, and to feel the delicate stirrings of emotions she believed had disappeared for good.

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.

"Why are you watching me?" Joshua was unsure what to expect now. He had let himself be distracted, he shouldn't have done that! He had just watched Mason at his desk when his gaze fell on the blonde one floor higher. She just stood by the window and stared outside. She looked somehow familiar to him, but he didn't know where he had seen her before ... and how could he have known that she would be undressing in front of the window shortly after? And which man wouldn't look then? "I? She?"

Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...

He looked at Nyx, who was standing by the entrance, his bone-armor now the color of old ash. "They’re taking the memories, Nyx," Kaelen said, his voice sounding like glass rubbing against stone. "I can't remember the smell of the lilies. I can't remember the taste of the mother’s milk. Every time the grey light touches me, a little piece of the 'Before' goes away."

White. Nothing but white. Endless. Blinding. Silent. Nobody could see. Nobody could move. Nobody could even feel their own bodies. For one terrifying moment, Everything disappeared. Then, A heartbeat. Thump. Another. Thump. Then memories exploded. Not one. Not ten. Thousands. Millions. Everywhere. All at once. Amara gasped. Because she wasn’t seeing her memories anymore. She was seeing everyone else’s. Kai’s. Ethan’s.

The world turned purple. The Song-Eater's beam was a wave of absolute nothingness, a vacuum for the soul. Where it touched the front lines of Rememberers, their faces didn't register pain. They just… emptied. The fierce light in their eyes winked out. The set of their shoulders, the grip on their spears, it all went slack. They stood like dolls whose strings had been cut, their memories, their courage, their very identities siphoned away into the machine's hungry maw.