Bleach Oc Female Novels & Stories

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She had her arms propped behind her head, the obsidian bikini top she wore on display. The spider web design was overlaid by a shimmery material that made her chest sparkle any time she moved. I didn’t at all miss the appreciative look Delaney had given her when she stepped out of the bathroom. When paired with her colored hair and dark eye make-up, it gave her an extra dose of intimidation that even her petite frame couldn’t ruin. Olive took one look at me, or rather, my chest, and sighed loudly. “I love women.” Delaney burst into a fit of musical laughter. “No, you love breasts.”

" Blaire chimed in, her eyes reflecting a curiosity that was almost as enchanting as they were. "Morning, kiddo," I responded, offering her an affectionate smile. Blaire, with her flowing, obsidian-black hair that gleamed like a river of silk, always shone like a starry night. She was petite, and her small stature only added to her adorableness. Her sparkling eyes were like two gems, and they had a knack for staying trained on me, observing my every move. Blaire had an endearing, infectious cheerfulness about her, and her mischievous streak never failed to keep life interesting. You could never predict what she'd do next.

The only thing I have in my head is an image of a beach, a light-skinned freckled woman, and a feeling that I am not where I am supposed to be. "Shit, Shit, Shit," I say around to this empty room as I move hand down my face. I am alone in a bathroom talking to myself. The reflection is of a dark-haired pasty young girl. Pasty like she has never seen the sun's rays. Her hair is dark, sort of like Scarlett Johansson, Black Widow. Her nails are also painted black. So maybe she is into grunge? She didn’t keep up with the pin polished. It is chipped like crazy, and my OCD is running wild. Hmm, I have OCD. That’s curious. Also, is her hair naturally this color, or is it dyed? Her eyes are a sort o

Blake left the booth and held onto his chest. He didn’t know what was getting into him lately. He had always been reserved and a gentleman towards the opposite sex, but seeing the mother and daughter in swimwear was taking a toll on him. He had to go back into the small world and train his mind. Soon Claire called Blake again, and this time, she wore a light blue string triangle bikini but was more conservative in its appearance and had gold buds at the end of each string.

And I meant every single word of it. She seemed to be caught between the desire to cry and the urge to crush me in a hug for a moment. She settled for the latter much to my relief. I really couldn't afford to deal with crying ladies right now. We remained in the embrace for a while during which time I noted her vanilla scented perfume that was rolling off her in pleasant waves. In a way, she reminded me of Veronica in that they were both fans of makeup and accentuating beauty. The difference was that Blaire did it in a way that complemented her beauty. It seemed to scream, I know I am beautiful, take a look and be convinced. And, yeah, she is beautiful. Lush brown waist length hair, white ey

I'm so excited that I'm getting hard just thinking about the scene that will occur in a few minutes. Jessblue is a goddess all on her own with the body all female Bampires wish they had! She is beautiful in all ways imaginable. She is not your ordinary everyday Bampire that roams around Bluestoria. She is like no other female that I’ve seen. She has big voluptuous breasts with a thickness of beautiful curves you can only imagine.

Caleb may have a bit of strength on me, but I had speed and a hidden strength many underestimated because I am a woman. Moving forward I take a swing to Caleb’s jaw, which he dodges. I anticipate that dodge and catch him with my other fist under his chin knocking him backwards. As he spits out blood from him split lip, he smiles at me as blood runs into his teeth. “Well, well Kate; it looks like you might be hiding some power in that little body,” he says. “Oh Caleb, nobody ever says my body is small – thanks for the compliment, a girl always like to hear she’s small,” I say taunting him.

Cleo announced, striking a pose in the doorway. She was a pocket-sized powerhouse. At 5’3”, she was the shortest of our trio, but she had enough presence to fill a stadium. Her chocolate-toned skin glowed, and today she’d styled her black braids into a high, intricate bun that showcased the vibrant pink tips. She was wearing a tailored cream blazer over a pink silk camisole dress - stylish as always, even for a night of girly mayhem.