Bleach Quincy Oc Novels & Stories

I smell bleach. BOLA!!!!

Fresh air brushed my skin like water through a broken roof. They didn’t say anything. Just tossed me a clean shirt. Told me to shower. I walked back to GenPop in silence. No one said a word as I passed. But I saw their eyes. Some nodded in approval. Some stepped back. And then there was Quincy. Leaning against the wall. Arms crossed. Eyes guarded. He didn’t smile. Didn’t sneer. His bright blue eyes watched. And for a moment, I didn’t know if he was scared of me…

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.

"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.

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.

Marcus both stopped! Quincy? Quincy's figure emerged from behind a big tree, his face illuminated by the moonlight, and the usual gentleness disappeared. Instead, he looked as cold as ice, wearing a beige casual outfit. Standing in the moonlight, he seemed like a ghost from hell. His gaze was murky and repressed, gripping a document tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white!

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.

The freshly scent of bleach, though faint, is strong enough to churn my stomach. It's the kind of clean that tries too hard... the kind that hides blood. We pass closed doors, the thick and silent things that give nothing away. There are no sounds, no voices or idea of what lies behind them. My eyes flick up to the cameras. There are several nestled in every corner like watching insects in the ceiling. Cold, patient and unblinking.

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.

Quincy White. That name had once filled her with so much warmth and lighted her up from the inside, but now, it was all it took to plunge her mind into dread, fear, and maybe, even revenge. Quincy had been the light of her world, her little ray of sunshine, and her personal cheerleader. She had loved everything about him and she couldn't imagine her future without him.