Bleach Oc Female Novels & Stories

She's clutching a notebook and an iced coffee. She can't be much over five foot four. A full foot shorter than me, my brain unhelpfully supplies. My stare falls to her shoes. They're a pair of sunflower-yellow heels. The Bay Blades' arena is made up of cold, hard colors: storm blue, steel gray, ice white. My stare catches on this flash of warmth. Bright things don't belong here. Fucking hell. Focus up. No creeping on strangers. "Something wrong?" the woman says, a smile playing on her lips.

she snapped at the girl, and I find her attitude hilarious. Any person would appreciate this brunette’s beauty. Her fluffy cheeks and alluring cat-like eyes were enticing enough to make me hesitate a little. Wait. Did I just use the word alluring? I simply ignored my thoughts and continued to watch her. Her clothing is sultry on her, and I can tell she isn't your average woman. Her long hair was precisely ponytailed, and she was wearing Chanel earrings. I find her threatening in a manner when I observe her more closely, yet this does not cause me to be concerned. Yes, of course. I'm Khali Luciano, and no one bothers me. Her lips were curled in displeasure at the girl who kept telling her to

Ada asked with an optimistic tone. "Oh! Me! Can I!?" A loud bubbly voice waved her arms up from the far left corner of the classroom. Scarlett spotted a teen with white dyed hair that had an umbre effect which faded into an amethyst blue colour halfway down to the ends. Her eyes were a shiny cobalt blue, compared to Scarlett's ocean eyes.

he screamed, stepping back. I grabbed the bleach bottle and hit him on the side his head as hard as I could, causing him to step backward. I took advantage of his momentary unbalance as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that I only had a second. I unscrewed the cap from the bleach bottle and threw the contents at him, causing him to scream out in pain as bleach covered his face and hair. I grabbed the broom and, finding sudden strength, rammed my foot into the wooden handle, breaking it in half.

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.

All of the ladies who were there clapped their hands in excitement. “Oh my gosh! You look wonderful Luna!” I heard some of them compliment me. I bit my lower lip and felt my cheeks warming up. With a proud grin, Oliver guided me to a mirror, urging me to take in the sight. There I stood, clad in a sleek cheerleader outfit that hugged my curves, a vibrant mix of blue and crimson with crisp white accents along the hems. The makeup Oliver expertly applied made my ocean-toned eyes pop, harmonizing perfectly with the outfit's blue hues. I couldn't help but feel stunning, knowing I was poised to catch everyone's attention.

They smirked at each other as they exited the gym together. The two ladies were extremely beautiful in their own ways but together,they were a bomb. Oceane was slightly curvy with a petite body and a baby-like face. Her lilac-dyed hair which was once wavy, honey brown and waist length,was now straightened out and curved into a bob that framed her heart-shaped face. Her wide set eyes were an enchanting shade of ocean-blue,hence her name.

I shut off the water, set the bucket down, and add bleach and soap. Just as I was getting ready to exit the kitchen, I heard footsteps. Rayna led the way as the three omegas showed up. Nadine is 5'4 with pale skin, copper red hair, and light green eyes. Raven is 5'8 with a dark complexion, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Since I joined this pack, these three have made my life a living hell as my top bullies. Many days, they would punch me on my side, kick me, and even pull my hair. Their pleasure comes from tormenting me. Rayna sarcastically points out, "Oh, look who's here, the slave mutt."

Blaire points out her cousin who was at the front seat at the bar where all drinks were made, waiting for us. Blair took me by the hand, and we started walking through the crowd. "Hey sexy blonde thing," a few men call out to Blair while others whistle at her. Blaire smiled at them and remained to pull me over to her cousin. Octavia is a stout and curvaceous wolf. Her dark hair was cut low and stylish, and her face was painted beautifully in makeup. "Hi," she greets me as she stood up. "Hi," I greeted her back with a smile.