Bleach Oc Female Mga Nobela at Kwento

There were benches over there and in one who a woman with strawberry blonde hair, perfectly trimmed to shoulders. I couldn't stop staring at her, something about her seems familiar. She stands up and the air in my lungs ceased as I gasp. Oh God, please don't let this be a dream. I took a step towards her and the familiar scent of vanilla and banana filled my nostrils. The scent I have been longing to smell. My love is here. If this a dream nobody should wake me up because I am in heaven. I forgot I had a daughter at this moment. "B.. Blaire"I stutter nervously.

I elegantly walked into the room when I suddenly felt a light body hit my chest. I frowned as I glanced at the woman right in front of me. She was wearing a light blue dress, and her entire face was hidden by a sheer cloak of the same color. For a second, I felt like I could see through the cloak and into her eyes, but it quickly vanished when I smelled a sweet scent coming from the woman. I pursed my lips together. An omega. “Prince Enzo!” I heard someone exclaim. And before I even knew it, the mysterious woman was already being pushed away from me.

Levy took a look at the girl with vivid bubblegum pink hair with sea-green eyes before she raked her gaze down at the bikini top followed by very small denim shorts that clung to her waist. From one look she could make out the areas which had work done on them before she tilted her head and took another look at the female standing in front of her. Surely, she was one of the pack members but no matter how much Levy looked at her, she couldn’t even remember her in the slightest.

"Scarlett." ******

Scarlett ( Red ):::::: The Sassy and badass personality. ♤♤♤♤ THE BEGINNING ♤♤♤♤ “Hey! Watch it freak!” A student bumped into Claire Wilson as she was walking to her next class, making her fall. But instead of apologizing, the screamed at her. Claire Wilson is a beautiful eighteen years old girl with pale and delicate skin. Black and white baby eyes. And mostly, long deep brown hair with little curls that go down to her waist. And that's one thing many of the female students are jealous of.

I stood slowly. “A female,” she added. Snow-colored fur. Fights like she can see. Took down three of Axel’s men last week. Word is, she’s rogue. From Seattle. And people are starting to wonder who the hell she is.” My jaw tightened. “They’re talking about Kaliah.” Maren gave me a dry look. “No shit.” I did give her a look back, and she winced, but she was more than willing to brush off any fear she had to get to the point. I’d let her get away with it this time, but next time? She wouldn’t be so lucky.

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.

Isn't that ironic? Meanwhile, Blair walked to the sink beside me and carefully washed her hands. Her pale skin looked whiter than it did in the commercials, though I couldn't tell if that was due to good genes, makeup, or the pale light from the overhead light. Really, public bathrooms always have horrible lighting.

He is the alpha of Ironclaw though, and I trust him as my mate. The auras of everyone in the room showed clear uncertainty, except for one. She is an older woman with ties to Birch. I don’t have anything concrete against her, though. On the surface, she looks clean. Her name is Misty Whitaker. She has brown hair with a Bride of Frankenstein streak on the right side. Her skin looks flawless but aged. Like parchment paper that’s never been used. You can see the grooves, but it still looks crisp. Her eyes are blue with a hint of brown, and her lips are thin. She is of a thin frame, but she still looks in shape. Her aura is mocking. She is looking at me like I have some nerve.

It never mattered much to me. The screen lit up. My slut. Why keep that worthless Omega when you can have this? 1 video attachment. 2:49 a.m. Two hours ago. I opened it. My breath hitched. Blaire filled the screen, using a purple toy, moaning openly. I dropped the phone at once. My eyes needed soap. Maybe the lake would do. Three dots appeared. Heard you screaming. Was she that good? You even said she’s not an Omega. I’m jealous. I hate you. I’m better.