Bleach Sinopsis Novels & Stories

With blood staining his fingers and Mia visibly shaken, Blake departed from the scene, leaving behind a trail of destruction and despair. As silence settled over the condo, the weight of the recent events lingered in the air. Leah's transformation had unleashed a new chapter in her life, marked by the pursuit of retribution against the one who had caused her so much pain. And within the depths of her being, a newfound resilience began to take shape, fueled by her determination to confront Blake and find justice for Amanda's untimely demise.

It’s thick, metallic and then I remember where we are. It clings to the air like a suffocating fog, sinking into my nostrils and coating the back of my throat. I gag on it as bile rises into the back of my mouth. Then I smell bleach mixed in. The tang burns my nose, and for a split second, I can’t tell if the sting in my eyes is from the fumes or the growing panic in my chest. We slept in this. I cleaned the floor last night, scrubbed this spot until my hands were raw, but now the mix of blood and bleach is even worse. It’s foul and chemical, like something rotting beneath sterile lies.

It was blood! “What’s happening to me!” I scream. More blood begins pouring from my eyes. Then my nose bleeds. I run the tap and splash my face with water again but more blood appears. I have made it worse. “I’m bleeding from my eyes! This isn’t normal!” I cry. Then I collapse to the floor and black out. BANG, BANG! “Killian, can you open the door!” a voice shouts from outside the door. I wake up to the voice shouting from outside the door. I climb to my feet and look in the mirror. I look like a horror show.

Bael quickly jumps out of the way and lands a few feet away but Agreas already was in front of him and swiped his face leaving 3 deep scratches marks across his face. "You wanted serious, did you not? Now I will kill you." Agreas quickly runs hunched over so his claws are ripping the floor apart to Bael, he swings his arms up throwing rubble at Bael distracting him so he can get close. Agreas stabs his hand right through Bael revealing his hand on the other side. As Bael's slumped body lays on the arm of Agreas he lifts his head with a smile. "I suppose I should get serious as well."

Chapter 2 — Splash Jerkface Two Weeks Ago… Kallista Hughes stood in the bustling kitchen of Brio’s Kitchen, gripping the edge of the stainless-steel counter so hard her knuckles whitened. The sharp clatter of pans, the hiss of sautéing vegetables, and the murmurs of the kitchen staff filled the air, but none of it registered. All she could hear was Chef Alden’s voice, cold and hard cutting through the noise like a shard of ice.

A woman with silver eyes and no mouth. She dipped her hand into the blood and smiled. > “The Moonblood rises. The Queen returns. And the god beneath the roots... stirs.”

Betty left. Bianca leaned her head against her hand, her mind heavy, her neck tired from the burden. She tried to calm down and be rational, but a heap of terrifying scenes flooded her imagination. With her eyes open, she could hear her father's call for help and Frost's sinister laughter; Hastily closing her eyes, she could see Frost holding a brightly shining scalpel, and her father lying on the operating table, bound hand and foot, and injected with a sedative. He watched Frost place the scalpel on his throat...

Am I falling for again or I never stopped loving her. He rubbed his forehead frustratingly. It was late night when Sarah finished her work and decided to head home. William dropped her home and she walked inside. When she entered the hall she stood frozen in her place when she saw the Chaos in front of her. Xavier, Ace and few men were standing there. One more man was standing in front of them beaten into pulp. Her nose, lips everything was bleeding. "Where is the fucking money?" Ace yelled punching him again and Sarah whimpered looking at the brutal blow.

Raven’s eyes blinked open, greeted by a blinding white light that seeped into the room. His body ached faintly. There was a dull soreness that felt more like a strange reminder than pain. For a moment, he stayed still, staring at the unfamiliar white ceiling above him. Geez, his thoughts were sluggish. His surroundings slowly came into focus. The bed he was lying on was pristine. The sheets were crisp and white. The walls around him were the same: blank, stark, almost clinical. Everything was white, without a single splash of color to soften the room’s seemingly sterile perfection.

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.