Bleach 228 Novels & Stories

“…you and that sick mother of yours will know what it’s like to be buried six feet in the ground, alive.” Bloom shakes her head, more tears pouring down her face. “No…no…no,” she cries. “I can’t,” “Then I suppose yours and your mother’s death will be on your hands.” Bloom’s cries get louder, and she crawls to the woman’s leg. “Please, spare me, spare my mother! I beg you! I don’t want to die!” The woman snatches the bottle from the table and shoves it into Bloom’s palm. “You’ll only need a small drop each day. He’ll weaken over time. No one will suspect you. And by the time it’s over, they’ll think it’s an illness.”

Meng Qian's deer eyes widened when he saw the strong young man coming out of the bathroom wearing only a royal blue robe, while he wiped his black hair that had a bluish shine. The young man who looked more than 20 years old due to his developed physique had bright blue eyes, but when he met Meng Qian's eyes, the young man seemed embarrassed and looked away and even his pretty face took on a suspicious flush. Meng Qian was angry at the whole situation and wanted to blame this person who seemed unconcerned enough to take a peaceful hot shower, but upon seeing the blush on the other's face and the embarrassed look, he felt guilty and remembered that despite the other person appears to be 20 ye

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.

Calla Blake stared at the spreading puddle of ruined chemicals, his face twisted with horror. For several seconds, he stood frozen, watching months of research dissolve into toxic steam. Then he smiled. The expression sent ice through my veins. This wasn't the desperate panic I expected from someone who'd just lost everything. This was the look of a man who still had cards to play. Blake reached behind him and pulled out two vials from a hidden compartment. One glowed with the same blue-green light as the destroyed compounds. The other was filled with dark red liquid that I recognized with growing dread.

"This is a poison. If anyone keeps drinking this for, let's say… eight months to one and a half years, depending on when they started, and depending on the dose given—and the person's immune system—if luck isn't on their side, they won't even remember how to breathe. The person's heart will just... stop. And it will look like a natural brain failure." I gripped the paper. I looked at the list of chemicals. The names were long and complex, but the result was simple. "Wolf’s Bane extract—does it bleach?" I asked. "Nope. It doesn't. Not alone. "But with this…" she pointed at a text on the paper, "…and this mixed together, it bleaches. Or gives the bleach effect. Why do you ask?" "Nothing," I sa

The ceiling is smooth and even and entirely healed. The second life, fully begun.

I put the axe away and joined James where he’d already poured the bleach into the bucket. “Got two brushes.” I threw one to him and he dipped it into the bucket. I poured the bleach directly on the blood and started scrubbing as James shook his head and started from the other side. James and I scrubbed that area until there couldn’t possibly be any traces of blood left. When the smell of bleach overwhelmed us, I took the black bags to the Jeep and opened the boot. I placed three black bags on the floor of the boot and then loaded Mia inside. James locked the den’s door and got into the passenger seat.

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.

Everybody has gone, even the rest of the guards. A car horn startles me and I quicken my attempts at searching for where the bleach is kept. I walk into the kitchen and I look around frantically. I see a small door and I jog towards it and open it. Bingo! There are shelves of soap, disinfectants, other products, but most importantly, bleach! I grab the small gallon of bleach and I jog back out of the kitchen quickly. As I walk through the living room so I can go upstairs and prepare the syringe, I spot Robert talking to someone at the entrance of the house.

Never mind! ****** LMCD22