Do Cockroaches Like Bleach Novels & Stories

"As you leave, could you do me a favour and grab those flowers you left in my room?" He sneered, but I refused to comply. Never again would I venture into that room. I was utterly shattered and wrecked. It would have been preferable if we had never met. They were lost in each other, oblivious to my presence, and their moans echoed in my mind like a taunting reminder of what I had lost. The urge to faint or disappear was overwhelming, and I wished more than anything that it was all just a bad dream. At this moment, I deeply regretted my decision to surprise him with a visit. Little did I know that the man I loved and had given my whole heart to was already entangled with another woman. The shock of this realization cut into my soul like a knife.

AUTUMN'S POV His voice was low when he said it — “You shouldn’t be here, Autumn.” “Then stop looking at me like that,” I fired back. He didn’t blink. “Like what?” “Like you’re about to do something you’ll regret.” He stepped closer, close enough for me to feel the heat off him. “I already regret it.” And then he kissed me. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was the kind of kiss that felt like a secret we’d never escape from. The next morning, my mom came home glowing, flashing a ring. And beside her stood him. The same man who kissed me like I belonged to him. “Autumn,” she said, smiling proudly. “Meet your new stepbrother.” Everything inside me froze — except his gaze. He didn’t even flinch. Just stared, silent, daring me to say something. Now, we live under the same roof. Same walls. Same tension that hums like electricity every time we’re alone. He says it’s wrong. He swears he’s trying to stop. But when the house goes quiet, and his voice finds me in the dark, he whispers, “Tell me to leave, and I will.” I never do. Because this isn’t just attraction — it’s an obsession neither of us can break. And when the truth finally blows open, someone’s going to burn for it.

She opened the door, and when she stepped inside, someone else closed it behind her. She jolted. Her head spun in shock to see him standing there. Her nerves felt jittery. He couldn’t possibly kill her now, could he? “W-what do you want?” Anna stuttered. The usual smirk wasn’t on his lips as he glared at her. “One thing I hate is when things don’t go as I planned. Silly little loopholes,” he said, pushing away from the doorframe. Her heart rippled when he took a step toward her. He was tall and large—she felt like a little girl compared to him. “I will scream,” Anna breathed, cold sweat rolling down her back. He held her chin. His hold was gentle as he caressed her jawline. Anna shivered. Then his lips tilted into a smirk—not enigmatic like the ones she had usually seen. This one was… sinister. One that told her he didn’t have good plans for her. “Careful there. We wouldn’t want you ending up with a broken spinal cord now, do we?” His large palm flew to her throat, his thumb gently caressing it. Tears brimmed in her eyes. “What do you want?” Her voice came out as a low whisper. “Your body,” he deadpanned. “As manure for my apple tree.” After being thrown to the wolves by her own father, Annalisa must make the ultimate choice—follow her heart or destroy the man she’s come to love.

I attended a party that was supposed to kick off my career in Jewelry design and make me rich and famous. But that didn't go as planned, I did not meet any clients and I didn't climb up the social ladder like I imagined. All I got was the attention of a paranoid, possessive billionaire that would do anything, I mean anything at all, just to keep me by his side. “Why, Felix? What do you want from me?” I let out in frustration and sadness. He smiled and walked towards me, pulling me closer and forcing my face up to gaze into his eyes, “By now you should know the answer to that question, cupcake. I want you, Selina, and I won’t let you get away from me.” He affirmed in a hoarse tone that made me hate and love him at the same time. His words are always revealing his deep and possessive affection for me. "What am I suppose to do now, how can I hate and love him at the same time?"

She watched her future crumble through a camera lens. Four years. One ring. The wrong woman wearing it. Sloane's carefully constructed life shatters in a single night when her boyfriend proposes to someone else at an event she's photographing. Broke, humiliated, and desperate for a fresh start, she's ready to give up on everything. Until an opportunity falls into her lap that changes everything. A contract with Lennon Cross. The biggest name in music. The man everyone wants but no one can have. Half a million dollars for six months of her life. It sounds perfect. Too perfect. Because Lennon doesn't do charity. He doesn't do kindness. And he definitely doesn't do love. What he does do is destroy anyone who gets too close. Sloane should walk away. Should protect what's left of her shattered heart. But desperation makes people reckless. And when her ex comes crawling back, suddenly success tastes like the sweetest revenge. The man who broke her. Or the one who might save her. If he doesn't ruin her first. Some contracts are signed in ink. Others are paid for in heartbreak.

18+ MATURED CONTENT!!! IF YOU FIND THIS TOO SENSITIVE, PLEASE DO NO READ. HEAVY LANGUAGE INCLUDED. –BLURB I could still feel his eyes ransacking my face and I know his eyes were more interested on my lips. His thumb brushes lightly on my lower lip that was still held captive by my teeth, releasing it. "I don't have a big mouth", I managed to say as I looked at him, regretting it. I could see his jaw tightened and his eyes grow darker. If I didn't know the type of maniac he was, I would have said he looks interested in me, but I know him. "Oh you do love... and I imagine how it would look around my hard cock, moving up and down, just like the way you saw Irina do it last time", Nikolai said. I gasped in shock at his words. Of course I remember that day! "You have no shame, do you?!", I asked in annoyance and all I could hear after that was his loud laughter. I swear this is the first time I have seen him laugh. "You're right my Kukolka, I have no shame... that's the only way to rule this world", he concluded and left me there.

Two exes—who haven’t spoken in years—are forced to swap apartments for a month due to a housing mix-up caused by a mutual friend. She moves into his stylish city loft; he ends up in her cozy small-town house. At first, they leave petty notes criticizing each other’s lifestyle (like “Who needs this many candles?!” and “Why do you own a sword?!”). But soon, they start rediscovering each other—through texts, video calls, and unexpected visits.

“You’re mine, June.” “I’m not yours, Mr. Macaulay.” “You’re mine. Mine alone. Every inch of you belongs to me. I will not have another man touch you, ever,” he growls through gritted teeth. “I’m not yours. Not until you claim me,” I fire back. “Until then, I’m just a woman who warms your bed… just like I’ll warm other men’s beds too.” His pupils dilate as his grip tightens around my arm. “Do not test me, June,” he says, voice low and deadly. “I swear on my life, any man who so much as lays a hand on you… I’ll rip his fingers off and feed them to my dogs.” _________________ June Fontaine had always loved her boyfriend too deeply, giving him her heart even when it tore her apart. For three years, she lived in the shadow of his ex, a relationship that slowly swallowed her. Until one night changed everything, and she broke up with him. Fueled by heartbreak and the bitter sight of her ex moving on like she never mattered, June made a dangerous, impulsive choice that threw her into the arms of a stranger she could not forget—even after she ran from him. Two weeks later, she saw the stranger again—now richer and more powerful than she could have imagined. In a city like Las Vegas, men like him do not chase. They own. And he wants her. Obsession becomes possession. Desire becomes dangerous. He cannot let her go. She cannot stay away. While he falls for her in a way that feels almost forbidden, he holds back, haunted by a past that refuses to let him claim her. But she refuses to be hidden. She refuses to be just another secret in a powerful man’s world.

Love, Happy Endings, Soulmates, these are the things we want and need in life, we want to get them, but it's easier said than done. Certain factors need to be considered. Relationships and Love need few unmaterialistic things, but sadly, Caden Ian Manchester and Fiona Guinevere Kings do not know these. Weighed with traumas and scars, they hid their true self from each other, but the past never stays hidden, and it gets revealed in the worst way possible. Fiona Kings looks like a real life Barbie, but she sure as hell doesn't live in a fairytale, if it's a fairytale, it's a twisted one, a very twisted fairytale. Her life has being chaotic, from a family that don't care about her, to an abusive and psychotic boyfriend. She met him, Caden Manchester, it seem like she's drawn to the bad boys, Aren't we all?. Caden Manchester is a walking trauma, a breathing disaster, a living catastrophe, an addictive poison. She knows she should run, everyone tells her to run, but once Love gets into the equation, leaving seems unlikely. Caden Manchester is an orphan, a drug addict, a result of a broken home. An Artist who has definitely lost his muse. He meets her, Fiona Kings. She seems like his saving grace, his last and final shot at redemption, all he has to do is let her get tangled in his web of pain, death and painful secrets. He's no good for her, he's aware of this,  She's too angelic, but like a moth drawn to flame, he's drawn to her, to light. She's his Vanilla, His butterfly whose wings he breaks, rendering her broken. He breaks her, shatters her, destroys her, but she didn't leave. He tries to push her away, but, she stuck with him.

Hi there. Have you ever heard of the San Francisco Boys? No? That’s surprising. They’re kind of hard to miss — masks, billions of followers on YouTube, death-defying stunts that make your heart stop mid-beat. Reckless. Untouchable. Addictive to watch. Yeah … those guys. BUT … these stories ain’t really about them. Not exactly. They’re about the girls who get pulled into their chaos … and survive. About what happens when one of those boys stops being a legend… and becomes your worst mistake. How do I know? Because I’m one of those girls. Melaena Angélica Blackburn. A girl who fell for a San Francisco boy. Damion Grimm. All-time playboy. Professional pain in my ass. Double world champion. Thrill chaser with a death wish and a god complex. He lives by the rules — HIS rules. Ride hard. Screw fast. Feel nothing. That’s how he keeps his demons on a leash. He doesn’t do blondes. He doesn’t do promises. And he sure as hell doesn’t do me — his best friend’s little sister. He shattered me first. And I’ve hated him ever since … or maybe I just needed a reason to. Because hate starts to feel a lot like something else when it burns hot enough. But … the Blackburn name is cursed. My psycho grandfather? Yeah. Even death didn’t shut him up. Old enemies crawl back. Secrets crack open. Monsters rise. And I've learned real fast that evil doesn’t always look like a monster. Sometimes it wears a familiar face. Control slips. Lines blur. Fate? She’s a cruel bitch. But I’m not the girl who breaks. I’m the one who burns. And I’m going to break every damn rule to get what I want.