Novel & Cerita Bleach Vice Captains

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

He keyed in a code, and the doors slid open to reveal a silent, mirrored cube. They descended in the humming quiet. Jay watched their reflections—Rafe, a pillar of contained violence in his dark clothes; himself, face set in a mask of cold purpose, the faint shadow of the bite mark on his neck a visible brand. This is who you are now, the reflection seemed to say.

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

"But the police have turned a blind eye to the Reapers because… well I don’t know why. But I just... removed the blindfold." He walked back over, looking down at the photos in my lap. "I know how to hurt you, darling. You think I didn't do my homework when you ran away? You think I didn't find out exactly who took you in?" Caleb tapped the picture of Justin with a fingernail. "Your brother is the Vice President. He is the muscle. Which means when the SWAT team kicks the doors of that clubhouse down and they will, if I make the call… Justin is the one who will shoot back. And the police? They have standing orders not to take him alive."

I took one for Blayne and Duke helped himself. Gamma Caleb and Beta Kenny shook with fear. They were next after witnessing the horrendous death of their ignoble Alpha. “Kill them all,” Vance growled with blazing specks of red in his iris. “With pleasure.” Blayne gave them a wicked smile and elongated his claws, eyes dilated. “No! No!” Luna Jessica rambled nonsensically for a lenient sentence. “You can’t. Don’t. I’m not. They. No, please!” “Arrgghhhh!” Blood curdling shrills rolled out of their mouths. In one go, Blayne’s long, hard, sharp cream claws sliced the necks of all three fear-ridden people.

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

Twenty pairs of eyes tracked us as we peeled onto the outer lane, our matching navy kits declaring our presence before Director Vance could even take the microphone on the central observation deck. "Form up on the secondary baseline, Harlow," a voice barked from the head of the pack. The speaker was Garrison Vance”no relation to the director, but the undisputed primary anchor of the Capital Syndicate. He was a five-year veteran, his frame a dense, weathered mass of muscle and scar tissue, his own navy kit faded from hundreds of hours under the high-intensity lamps. He didn't slow down as he passed us, his shoulder brushing intentionally close to mine, a blunt assertion of territorial right.

When the brief battle was over, the captain walked up to Victor, "You were especially brutal today. Had one of those men harmed you?" "Captain, is there any possible way we could not talk about this right now?" Victor asked through gritted teeth. Captain Tane nodded, but looked at the mangled bodies of two of the dead and back at Victor. He thought he saw Sylvia’s eyes glimmer with what he could only think of as aggression before she returned to being only Victor. What have these people done to make her that vengeful? He wondered, Am I ever glad she’s on my side now. "Let some of the other men handle this next one, okay?" Her eyes flashed again and it made him shudder just slightly, but Vict

“We’ll fix it.” Fix it? Zane moved, footsteps fading and returning. He dropped into the chair, and then the pop sound of something open slipped into my ears. Then I caught it. The scent of vanilla. Sweet. Cold. “Ice cream?” I asked. “Just follow my instructions,” Zane said, “okay?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, Captain,” I corrected. A few seconds, Zane said. “Go ahead.” I leaned further, and surprisingly my tongue found the base of his shaft.