Bleach Next Generation Novels & Stories

I ignored the pains between my legs and proceeded to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me to avoid him walking on me. He might have his way with me here in the bathroom again. I was not ready for that. I might pass out. I grabbed the second toothbrush and made use of it. Turning on the shower, I stood underneath and washed myself. I took a soft sponge and did the necessary scrubbing. I washed myself and stared at my swollen eyes in the mirror. I washed my hair and after a few minutes, I was done.

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.

Why does doubt have to plague me now when I'm already here? I suck it up and ring the buzzer. It's a few minutes later when a teenage boy opens the door. He has dark hair and blue eyes, resembling AJ. "Hi, I'm Benley," I greet him, nervously rocking back and forth on my feet. "And who might you be?" He asks me in a very formal voice. The kid's about fourteen, at least, I'd say. I look at him quizzically. "I believe I just told you."

She asked, excitedly. "Well, I just found out that he had attended Haven High, and had gotten very high grades that year." "Higher than Alpha Dexter?" Sandra asked. "Well, Dexter's two years older than Blade, but Blade was three classes ahead of him. According to my researches, Blade got into NYU at age fifteen." "Really! Is that even possible?" Sandra squealed in excitement, making me uncertain about who was more weird, Sandra or me. "But he dropped out after two years." I said.

Nero is covered in pancake batter and I can't help but laugh at them. All at once they freeze and look at me. "Good morning everyone. Whatcha making? Something smells amazing." I say as I give Aiden a peck on the lip before I check on Novalies egg frying skills which are shockingly pretty good for a 8 year old. Looking over at Nero I bust out laughing at him as he says his version of 'pancake' over and over. "Yes little one pancakes. You're supposed to eat them not wear them. Lets go get a bath" I say as I grab my little brother and carry him to the bathroom down the hall.

This is the whole point. The practice at thirty-three years. The bowl, made correctly. In the next hands. Made again tomorrow.

Liquidation is absolute. ​"The Apex Bloom is entering its third phase," Franco announced, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "The physical trials are over. The psychological games are over. Phase Three is total, unmitigated betrayal." ​The heavy steel doors that led back to the living quarters slammed shut with a deafening boom. Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow.

Today is the day when Mia and Blaze are going on vacation to Italia, they've prepared their stuff and everything, Blaze just did the last check-up for his pack. "Yes Mrs Blakley, we will arrange your problem since I won't be here for two weeks, contact my beta who will help you." Blaze said through his phone as Klay and Zach are playing together at rock, paper and scissors. "Rock, paper, scissors!" They yelled together loudly and Blaze cringed. "Fuck..." He muttered and glared at them but they didn't notice him glaring at them.

Most settlements were destroyed this way as my grandmother told me, leaving only three large cities in the entire world, the Hawks which is around Asia, Haven Point in Africa and A****n in America; which is where I and Elsa stay. The rest of the world is dead, more like a forgotten desert with little or no presence of plant life or water. In A****n, we are all expected to belong to a particular group from age eighteen. Elsa and I turned eighteen a few weeks ago and we have to take the final test that will earn us spots in the Foraging group among the Farmers. We have been attending lessons all our lives and today we will no longer be students but working adults. We walk confidently to the Tr

thought Yu Liang sighing, as he regretted that such an interesting world had fallen into the cliché of a Dark BL. This beginner world was very good, what was Dark BL was a problem of the characters and not the world itself. This world is a mix of martial arts and the modern world. The powerful families of this world were all descendants of powerful immortals and even the large financial conglomerates or IT companies, they had connections with former martial artists.