Fanfic Bleach Novels & Stories

She added, “If none of this dude survives… Mom should consider herself a side chick.” I clapped. “Clock that!” She raised finger. “On period!” We laughed, bonding tight. She stared at me. “I didn’t know you were this chill.” I shrugged. “Same… enemy to lovers real.” She muttered, “But Blinky is shitty...as hell.” I hissed. “Can we not take about that bitch now? we gon deal with him later.” She yawned. “Sleep first… big day.” I nodded. “Ambulance coming soon…”

Amelia's hand flexed on my leg, as her body twitched at the her memories. "I'm right here, little one", I cooed in her ear. She curved her head into mine, using me for strength. "Bleach", she gagged, opening her eyes. "I can't do anymore", she whimpered. I cupped her face with one hand and held her close.

Small and cracked, but there. Purple lilies. Of course Bailey’s emergency password sounded like something from a romantic spy novel she would absolutely pretend not to love. I texted back. Is this a real system or did she make it up? This time his response took several seconds. She made it up. It works. I could almost hear the exhausted resignation in his voice, and the image of Colton Blake, Alpha of the Grimfang pack, being forced to accept Bailey’s floral password system nearly undid me. Then another distant howl rolled through the dark, and the smile faded.

I smell bleach. BOLA!!!!

As I turn back to look where I’m going Bleiz smacks into the side of me as a dark bolt of balk magic zings through the air, narrowly missing my face. ‘Ebony, you need to be careful.’ His overwhelming feelings of love and his need to protect me flow through our bond and for the first time I feel a rush of love for him. More bolts of evil are fired at us in quick succession and I quickly duck for cover behind an enormous tree stump. Bleiz forges ahead and I hear the scream of a witch, her voice full of fear and regret. ‘Please, n…’ Her last words taken away as her throat is ripped out. ‘Ebony, let’s go.’ Blake reaches me and I leap from my hiding place to join him. His snout drips with thick,

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

“If you even think about bringing your cock near me, I’ll cut it off.” Dex laughed deeply and sat up, reaching out to pull Elian closer for a quick kiss. “You probably wouldn’t ever be able to enjoy a cock like mine if you cut it off.” Elian rolled his eyes again, pushing Dex’s chest lightly. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He turned and walked toward the bathroom. Dex got up after him, unable to resist. He gave Elian’s ass a firm smack as he passed. Elian turned back immediately, glaring at him. “No funny business.”

He gave me a weak smile. “Elena, thank you.” “You made me see your love.” At that moment, I believed everything had finally returned to the right path. I thought I had recovered our love. Soon after, we got married. I even gave birth to adorable vampire twins for him. But gradually, my body began to fail. I even showed signs of aging. That day, as I lay in a sickbed, Kael entered the house holding a familiar woman’s hand. Sylvia. She was not dead.

Mom screams in happiness, but we don't open our eyes or stop chanting. "We are losing her!" Lily yells in panic, and I hear Rick's growl. Today won't be the day Faye dies, today I will get married, I will lose no more people. "Chanel me." I say, falling to the ground. "It will hurt." Blu says and it does hurt, my scream mixes with Faye's, and through it, I hold my belly. "NOO!" I hear Alex, but Faye is no longer screaming. I get up, bleeding from my nose, looking frantic.