Bleach Oc Female Novels & Stories

she informs us. A see a blur of something just as the trap door snaps back shut with a loud slam. I look and see a young woman, who, for lack of a better word, looks like utter shit. Her hair appears as though she’s been yanking it out at the roots, mascara is streaking her face, her skin is sickly pale, and her eyes are glowing a reptilian green.

“but nobody cares. You can watch me and Kim run. Kim is also an Omega.” “Great! I’d love that.” I grinned, grateful that she didn’t judge me like the Dark Stone pack members. Chloe wore her sweatpants and sweatshirt before we left to catch up with Kim, a gothic-looking female with short black hair and dark eyes. The wings of her eyeliner were long and scary; her black eyeshadow and black lipsticks made her eyes and lips pop grisly. “Hey, who’s the chick?” Her voice was very deep and more frightening than her looks.

He looked at me first and I don't know if I'm hallucinating but I saw his nails grow long but immediately he hides it from his pocket "Hey, Miss would you mind introducing yourself to us?" A forced smile curve to his lips while his eyes narrowing and looking at me intently. I sarcastically smile and stand. "Good day prof. I'm Chloe Scarlet Orianna, 24 years old" I said and smile. He nodded then sign me to sit back. Everyone is so weird.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

There was another soft knock. I walked to the door and opened it. And there she was. Chloe. Her brown curls were pinned back loosely, and she wore one of those plain gray flimsy omega uniforms that barely covered her boobs and exposed her long shapely legs. The gown was too short, and I wondered whose twisted mind conceived such a revealing outfit for omegas. Then she looked up at me with those soulful green eyes that turned me to mush. I loved her eyes, they were a rare shade of green and very beautiful.

Suddenly, Adom stiffened. There it was—the same smell. It made him dizzy and his gaze fuzzy. Was his one glass of beer already taking effect? His omega inside was perking up again; there it was again! The same feeling. He couldn’t focus on the story the pretty omega was telling as he tried to get more of the smell. His pupils dilated, and his breath became heavy. “Are you alright?” the girl said as she touched his shoulder. Adom flinched away. He didn’t want her touch; he wanted the touch of the one with that amazing scent. He had to get away from here!

Ty che, blyad? When I blink open my eyes, I can see two people a male and a female standing there. The female smirks at us. Out of the corner of my eyes, I watch Zion and Alpha Zac flanking me against the female, who appears to be the black witch. She's dressed in a black robe but her skin is pale, almost ghostly. Her black nails stand in an extreme contrast against her pale skin. Even her eyes are black with a sharp nose and sharp facial features. Her ghostly black hair is flowing around her black robe and her white teeth flash as she smirks at us standing opposite to her.

“You’re still so soft when it comes to Beastie! It’s cute!” Briane snorted. “Zo, zee iz Blem?” said the plump woman beside Michelle. She’s wearing a loose-fitted dress, its fabric complimenting her dark skin tone. A triangular earring like that of Briane but with tribal marks rested at her big ears, occasionally concealed by her neck-length curly hair. Michelle gave Blame a sweeping look, her heavily-penciled brows raised. “That’s what they say.” “Zee lookz… different.”

*Ophelia* I’m stunned into silence. I’ve only seen her online and in gossip columns, but she’s undeniably picturesque in her long blue dress. Her long, blonde hair perfectly falls in waves down her back, and her pink nails match with her pale pink eyeshadow. The only contrast is the gold necklace wrapped around her neck. It’s a large C in what looks like real gold, and as she walks towards us, her gold heels peek out of her dress.

There was just something about Blake that she found mesmerizing and a part of her seemed excited to be alone with him. Amelia and Jax eventually reached Blake’s cabin and Amelia softly knocked on the door. “Come in,” said Blake in his deep voice and Amelia’s knees went weak. She slowly turned the door handle and went inside. Amelia was quite taken aback and her mouth almost hung open when she saw who was with him in his office. She had heard much about Chloe and knew that she was an excellent fighter within the Beta group. The highest-ranked female of the pack.