Bleach Quincy Cross Novels & Stories

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.

Sarah replayed the news clip, her expression turning serious. “The afternoon before yesterday, Quincy got off work but never drove home. According to her family, her car had been smashed, so she walked back instead. The hospital security said the surveillance footage shows Quincy leaving the hospital, but the camera at the intersection she must pass to reach home never recorded her. That means she was likely taken somewhere along that stretch.” Melvin nodded. “Is it Charlotte?” “There is no one else,” Sarah said coldly. “The only person Quincy has ever offended is Leon Spencer. But I think the one Leon hates most is me. Still, it is only speculation.”

Quentin fixed Rodney with a chilling stare and replied flatly, "In the flesh." Panic began to seep into Rodney's expression. He asked, "Do you really want to cross Christian?" Quentin sneered. "I'm not crossing him. I'm crossing you." The sheer weight of his presence seemed to suck the oxygen out of the room. Rodney took an involuntary step back, his bravado evaporating like mist. "Quentin, if you hurt me, Christian will never spare you." Ignoring the threat, Quentin stalked forward until he was toe-to-toe with Rodney. He drew out his words. "Oh? Is that so? I guess I'll just have to wait and see then."

Who would suck their cocks then? Macario brought Quentin over who observed me closely. His seafoam eyes had swirls of black in them, and they were very striking. I had never seen that color before. It almost made him approachable and not like he was about to murder me. However, that verdict was still out. “This is Emma, Zane’s daughter. Emma, this is Quentin, your physical trainer. He is well versed in a particular magic style that I think may benefit you,” he said with a sly smile. He was enjoying this a little too much.

"I've never been abused or humiliated by anyone before, but some young bitch did that to me today, all because of you." "Fuck you," Greg breathed, his face now devoid of color while his vision darkened from blood loss. Quincy briskly pulled the knife out just then, and blood gushed even quicker out from his chest wound, soon leaving a large puddle on the floor while Greg dropped limply on it with a dull thud. Remaining impassive, Quincy took out a tissue to wipe the blood on the knife, and then left the house, making sure to lock the door behind her. She then drove to Greg and Kathy's love nest.

She'd been right about Paoli. He was an honest-to-God blood sucking vampire. Not really alive, but not dead. He was undead. There was no telling how many innocent people he'd killed. Well, she wasn’t about to be added to his numbers. She jerked the gaudy silver cross from her pocket and shoved it against his forehead.

only her. Jade's POV That was amazing, I guess I can check kitchen sex off the list. I looked over at Blake as he pulled his sweatpants up, his back decorated with new marks and some of them cut deep enough that they were starting to bleed, "I really think I should trim my nails." I said. He walked up to me and took my hands in his, "I thought we already talked about this." he smiled. "Yeah but you're bleeding."

"That's for sure." He pushes out his little chest proudly. "Strong enough to protect you." My throat throbs slightly as I hold back tears. I stand up and plant a soft kiss on his forehead, breathing in his scent that always calmed me down. "Eat up baby." As I turn around, I notice Quincy is leaning against the counter, arms folded as she chews on her lower lip. "You've heard about it, haven't you?" She questions and my heart drops. Because I know exactly what she was referring to.

Quincy asked when she noticed that she didn’t have any food with her. “I’m still full. Full with juice intake,” she answered and looked at her friend. Quincy Mae was staring at her—no, she was staring at her back as if she was seeing a ghost… more on something she really liked. That shocked expression that eventually gave out a creepy smile, or more like a grin. Her eyes almost turned into two beating hearts. That only meant one thing. She already saw one of the reasons for her day becoming brilliant and complete. Lyzza followed her gaze and almost lost her grip on the fries that she was supposed to eat when she saw Gideon standing a few meters away from her.

I ignored the pains between my legs and proceeded to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me to avoid him walking on me. He might have his way with me here in the bathroom again. I was not ready for that. I might pass out. I grabbed the second toothbrush and made use of it. Turning on the shower, I stood underneath and washed myself. I took a soft sponge and did the necessary scrubbing. I washed myself and stared at my swollen eyes in the mirror. I washed my hair and after a few minutes, I was done.