Bleach Vol 21 Novels & Stories

“You realised it too late.” Daxton’s eyes hardened. He finished the fight without hesitation. With a swift motion, he cleanly twisted the eighth man’s neck. *

He said, chuckling, and walked past me, disappearing into the bathroom. The moment the door closed, I released a harsh breath and slowly approached the bed. I perched on the edge of the mattress, and dragged my knees to my chest. What did I get into. This monster just killed someone. Goodness. Water was running in the bathroom, but eventually it'd come back out. The water stopped, I inadvertently held my breath in.

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

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.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.