Bleach Quincy Oc Novels & Stories

“She used to sleep on this side when she got scared. So… yeah. That’s her spot.” Quincy’s thumb brushes the yellow center of the tattoo. Gentle. Too gentle. I don’t know how someone stabbed with a shiv thirteen times can touch someone like that. He’s silent for a while. Then he shifts, leans over me, squints down my torso. “What the hell is that?” he asks suddenly. Before I can respond, he’s reaching lower, and I swear my soul leaves my damn body. Not there, but close enough that I have to remind myself to breathe.

Quincy stood motionless on the ground and gulped his saliva only when Lucas was out of sight. "H*ly sh*t, how can someone that fearsome exist. Thank god that my attitude while pleading was fabulous, or else, I would’ve been doomed for sure. "No, I can't just head back to the White Lotus like this." Quincy raised his hands and started giving his body ten over slaps. He beat himself till he started vomiting out blood before ceasing. Only then did he go back to the White Lotus. … Lucas arrived in East City and found an empty room. He was all set to investigate the Realm Fruits for any hidden secrets.

Freya said. Earlier, flesh the size of one’s knuckle had already been cut off, and blood flowed from Quincy’s leg. Now, he even had to sprinkle glutinous rice onto his wound. Quincy felt as if he would soon go mad! Just as Zayne was about to sprinkle the glutinous rice on his wound, Quincy couldn’t stand it anymore. He picked up the Invincible Umbrella and knocked it against his head. He fainted. Alex took out an antidote pill and handed it over to Zayne to give it to Quincy.

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

Ryker pov I appeared in Quinn's bedroom and he was not where he was, I spread my magic to find him he was in his bathroom. I rushed into the room and my mouth dropped. Quinn's in his bathtub with slit wrists, bleeding out. Strands of his long hair cut from his head laid around on the floor. "KERAN," I scream in my panic and rush to pull him from the water. I start licking his wrist injuries closed as Keran comes in. He kneels and presses his hands on his son.

I can thank David Beckham for bringing professional soccer the fanbase it has these days. I climb the stairs to the second story of her apartment building. It's an older complex but it's smaller, too. Three units on top, three on bottom. I knock on the door, noticing the landscaping is up-to-date and the building is kept up nicely. It's also in a pretty good neighborhood. It makes me feel better to know she's not living in a dump with a four-month-old. The door opens, revealing a frazzled looking Quincy, who is holding an almost naked Chance. Almost naked except for his diaper.

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.

Quincy cuts him off “Niggas think it’s open market when yall ain’t around so we sent him back across the park as…” Quinton starts again “As a nigga that came back armed and ready.” Quincy says standing in his face All I could think about was Ki. Hopefully she slept better than I did. “Aye Tez what we gone do?” Bravo says handing me a tank and a black towel “You two niggas need to lay low for a couple days while I go clean this shit up.” I say walking past knocking the bowl from Quinton hand. As I stand looking at myself in the mirror washing the blood off my face and hands I can hear bravo telling Quinton to clean up the cereal before his og got home and see.

“The room is in desperate need of a broom, a mop, some rags and some water. Why don’t we all just clean it together?” “Mom…come on, we don’t have time for that.” “We do…it’s still family time if we’re together, right?” She grabbed Quinn’s hand. “Can you do something for me, sweetie?” Quinn nodded slowly. “I…I guess can.” “Splendid! I want you and Zayd to get the soap and the bleach.” “Me…Me and Zayd?” Quinn glanced at Zayd who was glaring daggers at his mother. “I swear to god, you’re the most annoying person I’ve come across, mom. Why must I get bleach and soap? I’m not cleaning this disaster.”

Streaks of blood were flowing down my mouth and some spots had tainted my Pj’s as well. I looked down at the sink that was prettily stained with the blood I vomited out. I turned on the water tap to wash the sink and then looked at the mirror again only to notice my nose was bleeding. I sighed. I wonder how much time I have left? *** Quincy dropped Nena over and told me he would come and get her around midnight. He was meeting someone in the area so after he was done he’d take her back. Yohan and Ruda came home around 6 pm and I’m guessing Yohan picked Ruda up from his dorm.