Bleach Stories Novels & Stories

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

" Bianca smilingly stated. The mother and daughter started eating their sweets, while talking about the latest fashion... ============================== BIANCA is now making her way towards the laundry shop to ask for help to dry-clean her mother's dress that she's going to use at the upcoming highschool reunion party. As soon as she steps inside the shop, she instantly saw Clark who was lazily reading a comic book at the counter. "Are you working as a part-timer here?" Bianca decided to surprise her childhood friend. "And why did it take you long to talk to me?" Clark doesn't seem to be surprised to see her.

With my trembling hands, I grabbed the handle of the door, and it had just opened when Bell's scream froze us. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned back only to see her pale face with widened eyes. She covered her mouth with her hands and panicked. We followed her gaze and stared at the sink. The sight I saw sent chills down my spine. Blood was flowing instead of water from the tap, which had blown us all away. I choked in the air as she showed us the blood across her lips. "I told you, Bell. But still, you didn't listen to me."

"Same... Exciting. Killing and torturing people..." Ace winked. Her expressions turned horrified. "Ace please..." "Ok ok I am sorry... I was just messing around. Why are you so afraid of violence?..." he asked curiously. "Not violence but I have a phobia of blood. I can't look at it___ it's just gross..." She shivered remembering the same scene and brutal act of Xavier. He was still giving her nightmares. Ace chuckled. "The daughter of mafia don and still this kind of phobia... Interesting..."

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

For a few quiet moments, the industrial block felt remarkably peaceful. Over the last two weeks, Chloe had systematically stripped the sterile chill out of the apartment. She had dragged Thalia to thrift stores, helped her haul a heavy secondhand mattress up the iron fire escape, and insisted on buying a bright green monstera plant that now sat proudly in the corner. Chloe didn't ask about the scars on Thalia's knuckles, or why she sometimes froze and stared at the northern horizon when the wind blew too hard. She just showed up.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

"I earned this in a kitchen, not a boardroom." I found myself leaning in, mechanic's instincts kicking in as I examined the scar. "Nasty," I murmured. "But it healed well. You must have—" I caught myself, realizing how close we'd gotten. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the faint traces of garlic and spice beneath his cologne. Nico's eyes locked with mine, intensity crackling between us. "I must have what?" he asked softly. I swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of the bed visible through an archway, of the mirrors that seemed to be slowly becoming more transparent. "You must have a hell of a story," I managed, my voice huskier than I'd intended.

“Sure, why not. Just give me a minute.” Anita nodded her head and walked out of the room. Anderson pretending to arrange the folded clothes he wore the previous day, but picked up a shiv. Kind courtesy, his toothbrush. He had sharpened his toothbrush against the wall during his back. He realized he was more vulnerable than he realized. It seemed like the longer he stayed, the spookier the place seemed to him.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.