Arrogante Bleach Novels & Stories

" I set the tray down with a flourish. In the dim light, the porridge looked like it was powered by a lithium battery. It was glowing. It was vibrant. It was, for lack of a better word, aggressively cyan. "It’s very... blue," Alaric noted, squinting through the gloom. "It is ze extract of ze Blue Algae from ze depths of ze Mediterranean," I lied, my heart dancing a jig. "Rich in antioxidants and ze pigmentation of health. One bowl, and your internal organs will sing like ze bluebirds of Lyon." "I don't know if I can eat," he moaned. "My stomach is a war zone."

El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

"For now, but we still want you guys to think about making those cuties soon" I groaned. This was not what I had in mind when I agreed to play 20 questions with them. Note to self: avoid games that include questions with Chloe and Crystal.

I gradually started whistling my made-up song as I picked up a switchblade, pressing my leather-clad index finger to the sharp point. A menacing grin split my lips at the muffled bitch-like screams that left the useless cunt tied to the chair beside me. I had gagged him with his sock — a fucking stinky one at that — and then used duct tape to seal his mouth shut. I never much liked a man that couldn't handle the punishment being served to them. My brother and I took shit like the men we were but not everyone had the arrogance of us two Astor brothers. And it was arrogance but we knew how to use that arrogance wisely.

Why would he? 'And why am I so desperate for his cock?' she wondered. 'I'm acting like a bitch in heat.' After smothering everything in bleach, Lexi scrubbed and rinsed them off with water and a cloth. It took a decent amount of time, she got bleach on her favourite dress, and there was still limescale and dots of black mould at the end of her efforts.

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She was torn between the devil and the deep blue sea because both men gave lethal vibes and she could never date any of them. "Where the fuck are those bitches?" Upon hearing a familiar voice in front of the restroom, Cara dragged Yara with her into one of the toilets, quietly shutting the door after they had both gone in. Like predicted, the door to the female restroom was flung open and the familiar voices of Eleanor and Angelina filled the air. "I hate make-up! My brows looks like dancing owls. Don't ever force me to carve my brows again." Eleanor stated, looking at the window as she resisted the urge to turn the tap on the sink on and wash off her make up.

I brush back my hair. A stream of water sluiced down my face, mimicking tears that had long since ceased to fall for him. The very essence of him—an intoxicating mixture of mystery and familiarity—seeped through the cracks in my resolve. “You “are fucking annoying!” I confessed again to the vapor, recognizing the futility in attempting to evict him from the sanctuary of my mind where he trespassed with such ease.

“You must be more foolish than I thought if you were planning on getting away with spiking my food.” “Since the turmeric didn’t do the trick, I guess I’ll have to go along with plan B,” Chloe said and before Jasmine could understand what she meant, she squeezed the lemon she had been holding in her hand into Jasmine's mouth. “Ahhh,” Jasmine yelled in horror and instantly let go of Chloe’s hair. Her entire body immediately turned red and her veins became visible and she was hit with a burning sensation. Chloe smiled satisfactorily when she saw Jasmine’s reaction to having tasted the lemons.