Giselle Bleach Gender Novels & Stories

Giselle’s head snapped back, her eyes wide and bloodshot with shock. "You dared to hit me?" Giselle shrieked, her hand flying to her stinging cheek. "Chloe Bishop, you’re just a desperate slut! What is there left to be proud of? You crawled to Xavier Grayson, and now that you can’t hack it in his house, you’re out here seducing other men to climb back up!"

They posed together, appearing harmonious in front of the camera. But for Leon, it was all just formality — another mask he had to wear. Across the city, the atmosphere was very different. In Billy’s apartment, Gesha sat on the living room floor, swinging her legs. “Mommy… I want ice cream,” she whined in a sweet voice. Giselle, sitting at the dining table with her laptop open and several medical files in her hands, didn’t turn around right away. She was busy writing a report on her new patient — a man whose identity was classified, but said to be a powerful figure in both business and politics.

"It's not natural, I tell you. Not natural at all. This is the third child to have been taken this way. This is nineteen-fifty-four. We're supposed to be safer than ever now. What is going on with our world?" Giselle just shrugged, choosing to keep her opinions to herself. She leaned up on her tiptoes to close the butcher's paper, placing a piece of tape over the flap to keep it closed. As she did, she glanced out the front window of the butcher shop. The first thing she saw was her own reflection, her long, dark hair barely visible over the counter, her dark chocolate oval eyes set deep in her oval face, and her beige skin tone almost lost in the glass. Then, she saw the elf.

She whispered to me and I rolled my eyes. Not this conversation again. “You have to accept it mum, Ghislaine is gay, she has a girlfriend and they're happy together.” “Not anymore, they broke up a month ago, she says she's as double sided as a coin or whatever that meant, but I think she meant to say she's interested in men too.” “It means she's Bisexual.” “She said that too, but I personally think they'd look wonderful as a couple.” She stated, glancing at Remo who busied himself with his phone games.

Gael cocked a sarcastic smile. "You want to educate me" he dared to chuckle "You, a person with little courage, hardly know what you're looking for." Alisha leaned closer. "It was such fun to leave me with a thousand eyes speculating." "You give it so much relevance" he averted his gaze. Gael Williams was a head taller than her, he had beautiful gray eyes, his mane was disheveled and a few drops of water trickled down his temple, he observed that person. His wife had blonde hair, beautiful lips, a little shorter than him, her eyes were blue.

I watched them, my brows knotted in confusion. Before I could ask what the boxes were for, Giselle turned to me with her bright smile. "The ladies will help you prepare your bath. I hope you're not allergic to any scents whatsoever." She muttered under her breath, "The Alpha would kill me if I make a tiny mistake." "Err... no. I don't have any such allergies," I replied. "Good." "You can come in now, my Lady," another woman said from the entrance to my bathroom. I blinked; I hadn't even seen her enter.

She then wiped her lips with the edge of her palms. Sylvia studied her. The woman was skinny like a model. She had several tattoos on her left hand. She was wearing black jeans and an armless top. Her curly hair was packed into a loose bun. She had brown eyes with an angular face. “You must be Sylvia. The boss of this place.” Sylvia arched a brow. “And you are?” “Giselle!” She spat and grabbed her spoon. She continued eating. Sylvia was lost. She wanted to throw questions at Giselle like who she was. What was she doing in the kitchen? Was she a new staff? Was she affiliated with Wells?

I begged him silently, hoping he would muster the courage to look at me, but no matter how many seconds passed, he did not look at me. “Look how pathetic you are, Nora piggy Macie.” Giselle laughed. “You thought you could be one of us if you put on a wig, contacts, and added someone else's name to yours? Nothing can ever change the fact that you are nothing but the daughter of a maid, you pathetic slut. Even if you fuck Asher and every guy in this school, you will always be poor.” She added, but I could barely see their faces any longer. My vision was blurry with my tears.

I maintained my calm expression and completely ignored her, pretending that I was too focused on eating the food. “Stella, should we go to our room now?” Nova called my attention. “Your name is Stella?” Giselle asked me with her eyes wide open. I locked gazes with her and gave her a soft smile. “Yes,” I replied meekly. Giselle questioningly gazed at me, doubting that I was telling the truth. I couldn’t blame her. I’ve only bleached my hair blonde. I’m not wearing sunglasses, masks, or anything to cover some part of my face. It’s not like I undergo cosmetic surgery. Even those who got something done on their face would still be recognizable after.

GRACE "Have you heard the latest gist, four eyes? I'm sure you haven't. After all, you're the least important person around here," Giselle, an executive secretary mocked in her usual overly high pitched voice. Giselle as usual was dressed in a smart business suit which clung to her abundant curves. She was just the perfect example of a blonde bombshell. Unfortunately, Giselle's intellect as compared to her huge breasts was as little as a mustard seed.