Arrogante Bleach Novels & Stories

⁠ I⁠ tied a‍ rag around‍ my face like a mask. I po​ured b‍l⁠each on t⁠he floor.⁠ I​ poured bleach‌ on the walls. The s​mell was overp‍ower⁠ing, ch‍emica‍l and sha‍rp‌.​ It burned my‌ e⁠yes, but I lov‍e‍d‌ it. It smelle‌d⁠ like purity. ‍I scrubbed the c‍oncrete⁠ on my h‍ands an⁠d‌ knee​s.⁠ I scrubbed the toilet‌. I s⁠crubbed the s‍ink.

“We give her a few minutes to get inside, then we move.” “Do you think he’s really that fucking dumb to think she’d just waltz back in without a fight?” I mutter, my jaw tight. “He’s arrogant,” Nero replies. “Arrogant enough to believe he’s got the upper hand. We’ll use that against him.” I grind my teeth, watching the packhouse in the distance. It’s taking everything in me not to charge in there and tear him apart, but I hold back because I know Nero’s right. This needs to be clean, precise.

I was hoping my training this summer would give me the edge I needed to end this bullying once and for all. I took a final look in the mirror. My long onyx black hair was down today, gentle waves cascaded along my face, neck, shoulders, arms, and back. My vibrantly blue eyes mirrored my determination. I nodded in approval at my outfit, a black and silver blouse and black skinny jeans. I was ready to seize the day and make it amazing. I hurried out the door and leapt into my tiny little sedan, driving off to my high school.

As she admired it, a commotion erupted nearby. "You don't know who I am! I will shut this entire mall down!" a sharp, high-pitched voice shrieked. Matilda turned. A blonde woman, radiating arrogance and entitlement, was towering over a sales assistant, her designer heels clicking menacingly against the tile floor. "I'm sorry, madam," the salesgirl said, her voice tremulous yet courteous. "That dress has already been sold. Perhaps you would like to consider another?" "I will complain to the manager!" the woman spat, her eyes blazing. She had the kind of confidence that demanded attention, though it reeked of privilege rather than poise.

He pours wine into the glasses, and we all reach and take one. Charles raises his glass, “Here’s to a good day.” “Cheers,” and we all drink. “What the heck is this stuff,” Damien coughs, “Tastes like a concoction of death.” “Russian bear,” Nikki laughs, “The new and improved recipe.” Damien grimaces, “Fuck, I’m done for the night.” “Lightweight,” I laugh. “I’d want to be able to drive and function in the morning,” he says. He had a point.

"Or I'll come back over there. And you won't like what happens then." The threat was crystal clear in his eyes. I grabbed the brush with shaking hands, nearly dropped it because my fingers wouldn't work properly. I poured bleach directly onto the stone where the dark stain spread. The fumes hit immediately, sharp and chemical and burning. They seared my eyes, my nose, my already raw throat. Made my lungs seize up until I couldn't breathe at all. I started scrubbing anyway because I had no choice. "Harder," Carmina snapped, her voice sharp as a whip.

Matthew and Ian must have carried this monstrous thing up the stairs, a job that would’ve been impossible for a couple of normal human men, and challenging even for two tall alpha werewolves. “I got it used, I’m sorry,” Matthew was saying, sounding adorably worried. “I bleached the fuck out of it, though. Nate used some magic to make sure it was ‘molecular-level clean,’ whatever that means. It’s — it’s kind of big, but I thought you — do you like it?” My brain seemed to have stalled out. So had my mouth. I opened and closed it a few times like a landed fish.

Her hair was disheveled, and she moved like she was in pain I grabbed her chin, tilting her head left and right, my voice rising with concern laced in irritation. “What the hell happened to you?” Glow’s eyes darkened, anger flashing in their depths. “It’s that stupid Marrissa,” she hissed, her voice trembling with barely suppressed fury. I stepped back, crossing my arms, my eyes darker as her words sank in. “What? Marrissa did this to you?” My lips curled in disgust at the thought. “Tell me you did worse to her, Glow. Tell me you did not let her get away with it.” Glow’s lips curled into a defiant smile, through her eyes betrayed her frustration. “Of course, I did more damage to her,” she sa

I clench my fists, determined to prove her wrong. As she turns to leave, a wicked grin playing on her lips, she pauses and looks back at me. “One last thing, Xavie listens to me. We don’t want him to change his mind about you now, do we, Luna?” she sneers, chucking the bleach at me. My heart sinks as I realise the lid isn’t on the bleach, and it pours over me, burning my skin and ruining what’s left of my dress. I bite my trembling lower lip, vowing not to let her break me.

I glared at him "Shut up and tell me what next." He took me to the washroom and handed me some clothes while he said "Get changed and wear these clothes, use your skill and make your skin look darker, hide your features and nude the potion to change you fragrance. After that come to the front and behave like my worker and say Sir we are out of green liquid. I will tell you to go and buy it and then you can leave."