Bleach Romance Novels & Stories

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

The mark. The damn mark. My heart skipped a beat, and the memories of last night came rushing in like a tidal wave—the kiss, the burn of his touch, the heat that tore through my veins like wildfire. The way his mouth claimed mine. The way his teeth had— I flushed. Bright red. No. No. No. Absolutely not. I am not blushing for that man. I slapped my cheeks gently, as if that would shake the ridiculous warmth off. I swung my legs off the bed and padded over to the mirror. My hair looked like it’d gone ten rounds with a tornado. And on my neck…

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

Elian moaned into his mouth, fingers threading through Dex’s wet hair. Dex turned him around, pressing his chest against Elian’s back. Elian braced himself against the glass, legs spread as Dex lined himself up and pushed in slowly. Elian’s head fell against the glass wall with a loud moan, the sound echoing beautifully in the tiled bathroom. “Fuck, Dex…” Elian whimpered, pushing back against him.

His lips parted, and he whispered in a tone so low, so dangerously sharp, that only she could hear it. "You're trembling, my sweet wife. And your perfume..." He took a slow, deliberate breath, inhaling the scent of her skin. "Vanilla? My file said Kendra only wears French jasmine. Tell me... are you afraid of a blind man? Or are you afraid of me finding out who you really are?" Avery’s eyes widened in sheer horror. Before she could even gasp, Damien pulled back, a ghost of a cold, knowing smirk playing on his lips, and pressed his lips firmly to hers.

Even though Elena had told Maya that her wounds would heal on their own, the deep gashes across her pale shoulders were still weeping a dark, slow venom. "Let me help you," Maya whispered softly, reaching out to take the damp towel from Elena’s hand. Elena hesitated, her hazel eyes searching Maya’s face for any lingering trace of fear after witnessing the brutal fight. Finding only complete, unwavering devotion, Elena slowly nodded. She pulled the torn fabric of her black knit sweater down, exposing her ice-cold, marble-like shoulders. Maya was incredibly gentle. She dipped the towel into the warm water and began wiping away the dark venom and dust from the brick wall. As the warm cloth pres

"The most eligible bachelor in America is getting married! Yes, Malcolm Baal, coven master of north American vampires, billionaire inventor of artificial blood and CEO of Baal corporation Industries has announced his engagement. And you'll never believe who the lucky bride is! Stay tuned!" Another commercial started, this one for a special vampire toothpaste, guaranteed to whiten your fangs or your money back. Arthur wondered if there were vampire ladies at home, bawling their evil eyes out because superbachelor Malcolm Baal was marrying someone else. The whole thing sounded too weird. Could vampires actually fall in love? And where would they make their marriage vows? Surely, demons didn't

I followed it up with a string of laughing emojis while trying to contain my laughter from spilling out. Alexander: Well I doubt I'd hear anything today that'll beat this, nothing. Me: Suuuuuuuurrrrreeeeeeeeee Alexander: It's true though, nothing can beat any time I spend with you, anything you say to me, anything about you. My laughter transformed into a smile that I couldn't contain and a blush that spread like wildfire. Me: Don't flatter me, Doc. Alexander: Hopefully, it works. I like it when you blush. You looks so pretty like that.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I don't want to disappoint my dad either, he'll definitely be mad at me if I lose my scholarship. "Tsk, you have to endure this." I told myself and washed my face to feel refreshed. When I got out of the comfort room, I didn't expect to encounter a person whom I avoided for a very long time. Seeing this person's face used to make me feel so betrayed and sad, but now that I look at this person, I don't feel anything anymore. Is it because I'm with Toma now? That's probably it… maybe. "Oh, Y-Yuji… it's been a long time." She smiled, she looked brighter now than she was with me.