Treachery Bleach Novels & Stories

Instead he looked past me toward Thraia, his expression unreadable. “What poison was used?” The question landed like a blade. I slowly turned my head toward Thraia. Please, I begged silently. Please do not answer. Please give me something that proves there is another truth beneath this. Thraia lifted her tearful eyes to mine first, and what I saw there made my chest tighten unbearably. There was apology in her gaze, and gratitude, and a sadness so profound that it felt almost like farewell. Then she looked at Reign. “Anticoagulant rodenticides,” she whispered.

Clara says, checking herself in the mirror and applying her lipstick. "Who am I dealing with again?" June asks, remembering she hadn't been given a name. "Miles White." Clara replied and June's heart dropped. Whoever didn't know whose name that was, was probably unalike. No way she had gotten herself in this much trouble with the Whites. They were a lineage of endless billionaires and anything they blessed bloomed but what they cursed, withered. But then when she remembered why she was doing all of this, she didn't care if she shot down the president as long as she learned what happened amidst lies and truth for her deceased father's sake and her mother's treatment she was even more willing

Something in her shifted. And in that moment of hesitation, I struck. Not to kill. Just to stop. A pulse dart into her neck. She dropped. Not dead. But empty. --- POV: Alex I downloaded the files in twelve minutes flat. Blueprints. Genetic charts. Financial records. Everything. As the last byte loaded, the screen flashed. Remote detonation triggered. I ran. Found Mia and Echo just outside the compound gate. Behind us, the mansion exploded. Flames licked the sky.

The look in her eyes is devastated. I step into the closet and drop to my knees beside her. “Sweetheart, what is it?” Her lips begin to tremble and she hands me the letter. I can see that it has slash marks through it, like someone stabbed it with their claws. I take the letter and quickly read through it, gasping then looking at the second letter behind. I sniff the blood. “That’s not Althea’s blood,” I say, feeling Roman’s hand on my shoulder. I hand the letters up to him and turn back to Sloane.

“Why? Williams, you’re a firefighter. Don’t you know how toxic smoke is? “I told you that I was pregnant, but you gave the mask to Leia. Now, you’re asking me why I had an abortion? Are you pretending to be clueless?” I did not want to look at him any longer. I was afraid that I might feel disgusted if I did. Williams trembled and tried to hug me. However, Leia suddenly held her forehead and started falling to the side. Coincidentally, she fell right onto Williams. He withdrew his hands and quickly supported her instead.

“I’m going to kill you.” My shifting sent Joey and Anna into a spiral. “A white wolf. She’s a white wolf…” As expected from an Alpha, Joey was quick to snap back to reality. He gave Anna a nudge and shouted, “Run!” Joey put himself between us to cover Anna’s escape. There was no way I would let them get away with it. Blood must be paid with blood. I was right on Anna’s tail all the way to the street. Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic.

She shoved me to the floor. In front of me was a basin full of children's clothes, stained with something foul. "I am not washing that. Keep dreaming." Stella let out a cold laugh. "If you don't wash them, then I really will feed your father's ashes to the dogs." I knew she was capable of it. I looked into her cold eyes, and in the end, I gave in. I could not let my father lose his peace, even in death. I crouched down and began washing the clothes, fighting the nausea.

I couldn't help but sneer inside. I wanted to ask him—What are you so afraid of, Reese? But no one could hear me now. No one could see me. He pushed the bedroom door open, calling out without looking. "Carmen, I know you're hiding in here. I don't have time for your games. Hurry up and come give blood—" The room was empty. Not a single trace of me remained. The soft pink-and-white decor had replaced the stark black-and-white of the room I remembered, so heavy and cold it was hard to breathe in.

Retracting a few steps, I tapped onto the floor again to confirm my suspicion. I gently squeezed Rachel’s shoulder in reassurance and began to loosen my grip on her. When I was sure that she had understood the message, I quickly recoiled from her and proceeded to peel the carpet of the floor. There I found a rectangular box almost mixed with the colour and texture of the wooden flooring looking glaringly out of place to me. If someone hadn’t already suspected that it was a secret pathway to the floor beneath, they would never discover it lying there.