Bleach X Reader Novels & Stories

But in his eyes, he looked young and wise at the same time. His skin was tanned from the sun, maybe Indian ran in his blood, because I pictured that long white hair to have once been black. "Luther Reed," Hex said, opening his arms to hug him. "It's been too long," he said, patting his shoulder, before turning toward me. "Hex, this is my mate, Blaire Summers." The corner of his mouth tugged up against his wrinkled skin. "Well, she's a pretty one, isn't she?" he said. "It's nice to meet you, Blaire. I'm glad fate finally brought the two of you together."

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It wasn’t. “Miss…” His voice cut through the quiet, low and commanding. “Blake,” I offered, throat dry, pulse hammering. “Stay a moment.” I did. Because maybe I was stupid. Or reckless. Or just lonely enough to want to hear what he’d say next. He moved closer. Not touching. But close enough that I could breathe in the mint of his coat. Power radiated off him, slow, heavy, deliberate. “You’ve read ahead,” he said quietly. “Your eyes gave you away during the discussion. Tell me… did you agree with the ending?”

"Dexter is an evil genius. How could he do that to you? Sending you into the sex Olympics with no training. But then again, he seems to have an uncanny ability to understand you, perhaps even better than you know yourself." Blaze chuckles, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, Dexter has this almost eerie knack for reading me like an open book. Aside from you, he's the only one who can really get inside my head. Occasionally, I find myself wondering if he's somehow tapped into my thoughts. It's unsettling, but also kind of impressive. I do my best to stay indifferent, but somehow, he always finds a way to break through my defenses. It's nearly impossible not to crack a smile around them—especially wh

So stay tuned and Xavier will be dead in the upcoming chapters and also Cecelia is going to use her card to separate Ralph and Klara for real. Love you all…..

She glanced at Alex who was now busy going through his phone. “You changed me?” She asked and he looked at her. “Yeah.” He replied and she gave him a questioning look. Alex rolled his eyes knowing what was going on in her mind. “I didn't fuck you. If I wanted to, I would have done it and besides, I don't do Necrophilia.” “I’m not a corpse.” Blakeley mumbled, finding his reply offensive. “Come.” He ordered stretching his hand to her, Blakeley slowly took it and he pulled her up from the bed, she walked to him and he wrapped his arms around her waist and stared at her face.

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.

" Blake hurriedly left, ignoring everyone. Cecilia signaled her bodyguards to discreetly follow Blake. When Blake entered the elevator, she fainted. "Blake!" Cecilia rushed over with a complex expression, but her bodyguards were quicker, preventing the elevator doors from closing. Liam moved to help Blake, but Cecilia intervened, "You don't need to do anything more. I will take her home. Mr. Xander, you should return to your duties. I was considering shutting down StartReading Literature, but for Blake's sake, I'll give you more time." Liam argued, "She should return to her family."

I anticipated it to be Dacy, the witch herself, coming to seek vengeance, perhaps even seeking to end my life for being involved with Blake. Yet, to my surprise, someone entirely different stepped into the room. "Bryan?" I gasped, fear and shock evident in my widened eyes. Blake, still gripping me tightly in his embrace, shifted his gaze towards Bryan, who had just entered the room. "How did you..." I began to speak, but before I could utter another word, Bryan Swiftly trudged towards us with stunning determination. In an instant, his clenched fist connected with a powerful blow, striking Blake's left cheek and sending him crashing to the ground.

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.