Arrogante Bleach Novels & Stories

" (Well, I'm gonna fucking kill you with my own hands!) He was about to laugh but I immediately dropped the fork and took the glass of water and threw it on his face. "Che cazzo!" (What the fuck!) I smirked. "Non preoccuparti, è solo acqua per purificare la tua mente sporca!" (Don't worry, that's just water to cleanse your filthy mind!) I didn't wait for him to respond or to say something, I rushed towards the exit and almost ran in the parking lot to get faster to my car. My heart was pounding inside my chest when searched for Bryan's number while starting the engine.

The smell of bleach stings my nose as I pour it onto the sponge, the liquid sloshing over. I start with the floor, dropping to my knees beside the bloodstain. The sponge soaks up the red, turning it a sickly pink as I scrub, my arms moving in jerky motions. My head throbs with every movement, but I push through, my jaw clenched. The blood smears at first, stubborn and slick, but I keep at it, pouring more bleach, scrubbing until the tiles shines. I move to the table next, wiping down the edge where the blackmailer’s hand had rested, then the chairs, my hands shaking so badly I nearly drop the sponge. Every creak of the building, every distant sound of a car horn, makes me flinch, my eyes dar

Disgusting alphas. Bloom leans over, whispering, “You alright?” Sage lets out a breath, adjusting the sheer sleeve of his outfit; it’s sticky to his skin. “No,” he mutters, “I hate this outfit. I look like some fancy doll.” Bloom casts him a smile. “You look like a Luna.” Sage’s lips press into a thin line, his eyes narrowing. “I look like every alpha’s idea of a quiet, pretty omega. That’s not me.”

I let out a sharp breath and pushed the bedsheet away. “I really thought it was dye, I promise.” I defended myself, though not with much confidence, feeling quite confused. I truly believe that was bleach. I believed it was simply the natural shade of blue that would make it appear whiter. “Take a look,” she said, pulling out the bleach she had brought and opening it for me to see. It is nearly colorless, much like water. I trembled in disbelief; this was worse than anything I had ever experienced.

I snap my head in his direction, tossing him a dirty look. “Go fuck yourself,” I say, casually striding over to the row of showerheads and twisting one of the faucets on. I start back toward the bench to wait for the water to heat up, but before I can reach it, Gray’s there, blocking my path. His huge forearms are folded across his chest and he’s staring down at me. If looks could kill, I’d be a goner.

"We just want to ask some questions regards to Adrian, is he a member of some kind of cult? Do you have any ideas?" She looked at me in shock as she shakes her head. "No ma'am I believed Adrian can't be a member of something especially when it comes to religious beliefs. He is an Agnostic" I gave her the picture of Adrian's corpse showing the tattoo. "How long did he have this tattoo?" I asked. "He never had that tattoo. in fact, he doesn't have a tattoo, not even one!" She exclaimed Both Nick and I were dumbfounded. If he doesn't have a tattoo why is the symbol is on his body? Questions rapidly filling up my sense.

The harsh blue soap was acting like pure acid inside his deep wounds. I will personally pull your mother's life support plug. The terrifying threat echoed in his mind, louder than the roaring pain in his hands. He opened his bloodshot, tearing eyes. He couldn't stop. Aryan reached back into the bucket. He grabbed the heavy, soaking sponge. He stood up on shaking legs and slapped the wet sponge against the hood of the Bentley. He scrubbed. With every single rotation of his hands, the coarse texture of the sponge ground against his torn palms, ripping the fragile new scabs apart. The freezing soapy water rapidly turned a sickening shade of pink as fresh blood actively seeped through the wet ba

He is starting to feel irritated towards the sarcastic man. "And what is it? The size? I know I'm big" Archer responded arrogantly which added to Beam's exasperation. "I'm just as big, it's the color, yours is darker and mine is paler, sir. And you have a lot of hair while I just have a few" Beam snapped at the arrogant man before he hurriedly went out of the bathroom fuming with irritation. He forgot that the man was their scary CEO and Theo's father. Beam directly went to the bed beside the sleeping Theo and closed his eyes to sleep. He didn't want to see the arrogant smirk of the arrogant and shameless man in the bathroom.

"Let’s get to work." I turned the sink faucet on, letting the lukewarm water fill the stained porcelain bowl. I opened the first box—a deep, blue-black shade that looked nothing like my natural light brown hair. I snapped the plastic gloves onto my hands, the sharp, chemical smell of ammonia instantly filling the small bathroom, making my eyes water. "Lean forward," I ordered.

~Brielle “I should get your mate.” Blankly, I stare the space on the wall Noah has taken a step away from. I did that, with some unknown strength within my limbs. Noah is a muscular, tall Alpha who very few would be able to make step back let alone throw him into a wall to leave that much damage. I can hardly believe I did that. Glancing down at my hands, they are bright red, my veins prominent, glowing purple and blue beneath my skin. Noah is looking at me, jaw clenched, eyes wide, however, he doesn’t appear too visibly shaken. I’m assuming that’s for my benefit.