Holly Bell Bleach Novels & Stories

"Happy birthday, Sapphira!" "Oh, thank you, El. You shouldn't have!" Sapphira blushed as her closest friend bounced over with a silver-wrapped parcel and the most obnoxious hot pink balloons. "Don't be silly. You're only 18 once, Sapph!" She winked, flicking her brown curls over her shoulder.

“They’re interesting. And Roberto, of course.” “I can’t even see the audience.” Francesca shakes her head slowly. “They’re in the dark, we’re in the light, my eyes don’t work like that." Holly shrugs. “I have good eyesight.” “Is that why you like to be colourful?” I ask him. He has iridescent turquoise nails today, like peacock feathers. Holly grins. “My mother always did say there was some elf in me, maybe it’s that?” The bell rings, and it’s time to pack up and change and get out there to perform, so I don’t have time to explore that last part further. I hope Holly is joking, or I may have seriously underestimated his capacity to cope with the supernatural.