Arrogante Bleach Novels & Stories

, I scoffed at Stacey's stupidity and obsession with rich and handsome men, even if they are arrogant and aggressive. "That you don't like?", Stacey said flinging her hair at my face and headed off. I scoffed once again because she would come to regret her actions sooner or later. Immediately the whole atmosphere was led in an uproar as a three black shinny tainted Benz pulled in front to the firm, one before the other. The whole press flooded the three cars, throwing questions left and right even before the persons inside the cars could even make their way out. Pathetic to watch though.

Keagan asked rhetorically, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "No way, bro! I'm genuinely looking out for you. Trust me, most of those other brands are just cheap imitations, loaded with chemicals you definitely don't want in your body," Blitz explained, raising his fist and waiting for Keagan to reciprocate with a fist bump. Keagan reluctantly obliged, but his initial impression of Blitz didn't sit well with him. It felt like Blitz put on a show for others, attempting to conceal his obnoxious nature, but failing to do so effectively.

He looks at David, grunts, and tosses him the last heel of sourdough, preserved and re-preserved so many times that it bounces when it lands on the counter. Darrel appears next, two flights down, carrying with him the bright lemony stench of disinfectant: David can tell already that he’s poured half the bottle on his hair for the inaugural bleach. “If I obliterate the pigment, maybe the wolf will just come out white and skittish and leave everyone alone,” he says, which is funny because Darrel’s the only one of the three who’d enjoy the attention.

“What about violet?” Nate blinks, caught off guard. “What about it?” Unwinding the strand of hair, she resumes her finger-drumming rhythm. “I’m thinking of coloring my hair violet. Think it’ll suit me?” Nate arches a brow, skepticism radiating off him. “Girl, it’s going to take a few sessions of bleach to strip all that darkness out of your hair. And that’s if your hair doesn’t fall out from the trauma.” “Celeste knows how to do hair recovery like a pro,” Ariah counters with a casual shrug, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s not a problem. Or… what about dark blue? Like a rich indigo?”

He’s barely conscious now, hovering right on the edge of the abyss, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pain completely overrides his brain's ability to process reality. I step back from the table, setting the bloody scalpel down next to the hammer. Reaching for the bottom shelf of the cart, I retrieve a heavy plastic jug of industrial bleach. Twisting the cap off, the sharp, noxious chemical fumes instantly cut through the scent of copper and sweat in the room. "Wake up," I snap, slapping Stefano sharply across the face with my bloody glove. He gasps, his eyes fluttering open, hazy and completely unfocused.

As soon as we entered his practice room, all the employees working in there looked at Blake like some ghost had come. They all froze on their spot and sweated in fear. Is Blake really that scary? Wow, even I am getting chills now. “You are here? Blake? Look, I asked the workers to prepare everything new for you.” Rucia came smiling. “Did you schedule my advertising with that shampoo company?” Hissing coldly, Blake threw death glares in Rucia’s direction. “Yes Blake. That company is really good.” Rucia smiled in nervousness, holding Blake’s arm to assure him.

But something was different and his suspicion proved true a moment later. [Arrogance Amplification System Activated] A sharp pressure pulsed behind his eyes. Then— A screen. A blue transparent floating screen similar to the type seen in virtual reality games. It wasn't something he should be able to see. [Host Identified] Balance: $0.00 Arrogance Level: F Influence: 0 His breath caught. "This can't be real. What the-" [Core Rule] [Act superior. Make others perceive you as arrogant. Prove it.]

“Both of you need to get out of my sight.” Nora pulled her wrist free and glared at me. “You’ll regret this, Zack.” “No, Nora. The only regret I have is ever letting you into my life,” I retorted. “Now, leave. And take your pathetic friend with you.” Brittany looked like she wanted to say something, but a sharp look from Aaron silenced her. They turned and walked away, their heads held high in a facade of dignity that no one believed.

I held my hands close, drawing nearer to the bed for safety, and watching him step back. He gave out a scoff and said, "Okay, how about this for that question. " All of a sudden, Argon pulled out a spoilt, moulded object from behind the wardrobe, dropping it before me. When I looked at this object, about to ask what it was, the label and the object came to view! "What?! It can't be!" I was shocked. "Do you recognize the chemical you bought and used to melt my suit? The same one you tried to use and render me naked before the world?! The same chemical you blamed Brielle for?!" He raised his voice, pointing at it.

I looked at him and then, back at Bradley, who I didn’t expect to be this insensible. “It must be exhausting,” Bradley continued, his tone dripping with fake pity. “Trading a tech empire for a dusty shovel, just because you couldn't secure your own capital. Your tech logistics dreams are pretty much dead in the water now, aren't they?” A sudden anger flared in my chest and before Julian could form a response, I took a step towards Bradley. Staring coldly at him I snapped: “I suggest you shut your mouth before you embarrass yourself any further.” Bradley blinked, startled by my sudden intervention. “Excuse me? Do you even know who—”