Fanfic Bleach Novels & Stories

As Frost's footsteps approached, Bianca quickly found a chair to sit down and pretended to casually look at her phone. When Frost entered the room, Bianca protested, "I'll say it again, please don't force the title of 'fiancee' on me! I'm just a normal friend to you!" Frost smiled and said, "You didn't look like a normal friend when you misunderstood me and Mis. Maddy, it seemed more like a jealous fiancee!" Bianca suddenly stood up from the chair, her face turning red.

“Good boy.” The bleach began burning almost immediately. Azxel’s skin prickled and throbbed, but his smile only widened. Every time his breath hitched, Sky’s fingers tightened in his hair, pressing the bleach deeper, spreading it down the strands, allowing the pink streaks he ha pulled out stay out of his way. “You look pretty when you tilt your neck, you make that face. You are so pretty,” Sky murmured sweetly, dragging his nails lightly across Azxel’s scalp just to make him shiver. “Don’t move. Let it burn you properly.”

I was about to enter his room when I heard muffled voice from the direction of the bathroom I ran there, opening the door, the sight waiting for me should have been expected, but it wasn't, it shouldn't hurt, but it does, it shouldn't fucking hurt, but it fucking does. Caden manages to take my breath away every time. I unconsciously place my hand on my beating heart, begging it not to stop beating as I stared at Caden in a hot make out scene with a black haired girl He probably felt a presence because he pushed her away --- a little too hard though --- as he gasped in surprise "Fiona" and that broke my heart too, No Vanilla?

Blanche shouted, about to run to the seashore "Blanche!" Aerith's brow raised while holding a can of beer when she saw Blanche. The Captain paused and looked at her back. There, Aerith's walking towards her, swaying from side to side, unable to maintain her steadiness. The Captain runs towards her and helps Aerith. "What the hell did you do? Why'd you drink?" Aerith laughs and pushes away Blanche. "Don't," She simply said while her right pointer finger was swaying like saying, "No, don't touch me."

I continued to stare at her for a moment before it seemed like my brain began working again. I begrudgingly turned away from her, and walked over to Pat, not even noticing Lily at this point. Breathing was still a chore for me. We quickly walked away while mindlinking to keep our conversation completely private. “Fuck that was... Fuck... I am certain of it now. She's going to be my mate. So much for trying to lay low.” I could still feel a strong tingling sensation on my wrist. “That was insane to witness, honestly. Me and Lily were absolutely frozen. I could feel the intensity pouring off of you two.”

Candice replied blankly: "It was fine. By the way, Bianca the Pink, Mrs. Clemens is inviting you to the temple this weekend for a blessing. If you want to go, hurry up and sign up." Bianca: "…?" What’s with this 'Bianca the Pink'?? Candice put her phone away. Good friends share the "blessings" too. She’s Candice the Green, so Bianca must be Bianca the Pink... and there’s also Bianca the Blue. Haha, together they could probably form the "Bala-La Little Magic Fairy" group. Charlie asked, "Who’s that message from?" Candice: "Liar No. 2."

while glaring. "My name isn't Elsa," I utter." My name is Cherry". "It isn't my job to help you, Omega," Jack replies and his words are so full of contempt that I almost cry. He says it as his final words to me before he walks away. "Good night, sis," Henry sneers. "Sleep soundly." Then he closes the door, leaving me alone with just a glimmer of moonlight.

Emily and Liam mingled with the crowd, their eyes filled with curiosity as they tried to catch a glimpse of the mysterious host. Suddenly, amidst the swirling dancers and masked faces, Emily's heart skipped a beat. She turned to Liam, her voice filled with wonder and excitement. "Liam, look over there. Isn't that...? It can't be!" Liam followed her gaze, his eyes widening in surprise. Amidst the sea of masks, he caught sight of a familiar face—a face he thought he would never see again. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, a fleeting recognition passing between them before the figure disappeared into the crowd.

She turned and walked back to her rooms. Like I had any choice but to follow. Crap, I was covered in his scent. The mangy, flea-bitten odor of sex with a dog. My cat purred and I almost burst from my skin just so I could throw my damn cat off the three-story balcony to the cement below. Yes, it would hurt us both, but if she purred again, I wouldn't give a fuck. "Here," Becca handed me sweatpants and a t-shirt. I looked toward the bathroom. "May I wash up first?"