Bleach Unmasked Novels & Stories

For years, I had endured so many forms of abuse, I had been hoping and expecting this, but finally seeing the long awaited ink on the paper felt like a heavy stone being lifted off my chest. I dunked my phone to the bed and pulled a secondary, encrypted burner phone from the hidden lining of my jewelry box that say pretty on the nightstand and typed a single sentence to a contact I hadn't messaged since the day I said "I do." "The mask is off and the coast is clear. Activate the Blackwood protocols and begin the aggressive short-sell on Thorne Group, immediately. I’m coming home to claim my seat. Afterall, it is long overdue." I looked at the bathroom door one last time. Julian thought he wa

It reminded me of the reason I needed to remain hidden, the reason I killed my foster parents in the first place. I rushed to my room, slid into my vengeance suit, and a shiny shoe as normal, my mask was officially on. I was ready to play a good citizen again. I arranged my black tie, making sure it fits perfectly. What's a better way to celebrate a burial other than setting a crime later. I'm coming for you, Rebecca, I'm coming for you. Soon his house greeted me welcome, and here the difficult part of the plan came but I was beyond fear now, almost completely reckless. I had almost forgotten my fingers. I shouldn't be sloppy now, not when I'm closer to framing him, not now.

He leaned to one side and attacked with Total Annihilation again. Clang! The masked man withdrew his dagger just in time to block the blow. However, the force still pushed him backward. Blaze's eyes lit up. A good opportunity! He was just about to do it. Bang! A loud gunshot rang. Blaze stopped immediately. The masked man's heart sank immediately when Dirk used Total Annihilation. He adjusted quickly and stopped himself from retreating. Then a loud gunshot rang. A 15-centimeter lethal bullet flew past the masked man's back.

The man, feeling his anger justified by the arrival of a seemingly responsible figure, immediately explained, "Sir, I'm just trying to get home, and this young lady here bumped into me. She's been drinking and hurling insults at me for no reason." Nysaa, who had turned to face the intruder, was too intoxicated to immediately recognize the man as Mace. She raised a finger and slurred, "Oh great, another knight in shining armor." Then her eyes widened as the man's features became clearer. Nysaa's drunken realization sent shockwaves of panic through her. It was Mace, the very person she had vowed to take revenge on. Her face turned pale, and she took a hesitant step back, stumbling slightly.

"I was trained to save lives, one at a time. If I don’t do this, there won’t be any lives left to save." The blade struck the ocean. A roar louder than a thousand jet engines ripped through the air. Steam shot upward, blinding everyone. The ground shuddered so violently June dropped to her knees. "The mask! Give it to me!" she shouted through the mist. She reached out—her fingers brushed cold, mossy metal. But before she could grab it, a hand snatched it away. Marcus. The baker’s body was covered in black burns from the virus explosion, but he was still breathing. He clutched the mask tight to his chest, eyes wild.

His teeth grazed the skin just above the chemical patch. "Your mask is failing," Richard whispered, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that Joshua felt in his own chest. "The bleach is fading. I can taste the salt of your skin. I can taste the lie." "Get. Off." Joshua shoved at Richard’s chest, his palms hitting the rock-hard slabs of the Alpha’s pectorals. Richard didn't move. He was a mountain of muscle and rage. He moved his hand, his heavy palm flattening against Joshua’s chest, right over his heart.

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

Marcus asked, holding out a tray. Tonight’s mask was different. It wasn't the clinical filigree I wore in the office. This one was crafted from white gold and encrusted with tiny, raw diamonds that shimmered like frozen tears. It covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips—painted a defiant, lethal crimson—exposed. "Tonight, we don't hide, Marcus," I whispered, watching my reflection. "Tonight, we remind them that the shadows always return to claim what is theirs."

Even if they saw the resemblance— The eye color would throw them off. It's not like I can just wake up and change eye color. It doesn’t work like that. And then— “And let's not forget the mask,” Melina added. I nodded slowly. “…Yeah.” That too. Between the mask and the eyes— I had a shield. A strong one. I let out a long breath. One I didn’t even realize I had been holding. “Thank you, Mel…” My voice softened. “I feel… better.” She smiled slightly.

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.