Las Noches Bleach Novels & Stories

Blaze casually said which startled Ace. Ace and Blaze locked their gazes while Ace seemed to hesitate to move. "You take your shower now..." Blaze repeated with his urging expression, gesturing to the inside of his room where the bathroom is located. Ace slowly walked towards Blaze who slightly made way for him to enter his room and what Ace thought a while ago is correct, Blaze's room is a very elegant all-white bedroom. Ace looked down to his clothes until to his feet and he instantly felt so in contrast to Blaze's room. He is wearing all dark-colored clothes while Blaze has an all-white.

The four of us turned to face him. “Our Luna is fine. She has no wounds that I can see. There are a few spots where there are some red marks which I have a feeling will turn into bruises.” Dr. Lewiston told us. “I watched her eyes roll back as she dropped like a lead balloon.” I pointed out.

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

The blue light of millions of smartphone screens illuminated the night like a digital plague. In a plush, white-marbled penthouse high above the city, Luna was in the middle of the performance of her life. She leaned into the camera of her high-end ring light, her features softened by a mourning filter that made her skin look like translucent porcelain.

She made sure that the water would be ice-cold so it would wash all the dirt of insanity flowing throughout her system. Blythe is in the middle of her cold shower, enjoying the refreshing sensation when she feels something weird around her. A set of eyes? It's like somebody's watching her taking a bath. But she's pretty sure she locked the door of her room, and the bathroom even. But who would dare watch her taking a bath? Valentino? Luiz? Attorney Zandro? Feeling funny about that crazy idea, Blythe shook her head as she continued bathing faster this time. White flowery nightgown was what she chose to wear after, her naturally curled hair is still wet, so she just lets it hang and dances in