Bleach Box Set 2 Novels & Stories

I take the bag from the drugstore into the bathroom and get to work. It’s late at night and I’m nearly done with my hair. The blond is now setting in my hair. I was pretty pleased with the way the bleach came out. It wasn’t as stiff as I thought it might get. I change the channel on the old school TV again, uninterested in whatever nonsense is on this channel. I keep clicking through, killing time until I can rinse out the blond. My mind goes blank as I keep scanning channels. There’s a romance movie and the lead characters rush into each other’s arms in the rain. There’s a nature documentary about wolves. There’s a murder crime tv show. And every single glimpse makes me think… about Drake.

However, much to my surprise, it didn’t illuminate this time. “Oh,” I said, feeling a twinge of disappointment. Bethany exhaled, her shoulders dropping just slightly. Then, right on cue, the box flickered faintly. A soft glow, nearly invisible in the daylight, appeared. I couldn’t help but smile like a fool. “There it is!” I exclaimed. “It’s beautiful. There are even initials here. B + P. I don’t know who they are, but I hope they know I’m taking care of their box really well.”

He sneakily came out and headed back to the room. Blaze went into the bathroom to take a shower. After a quick shower, he came out of the bathroom and went into the closet to dress up. He was a bit surprised to see the messy closet. The clothes were not properly stacked. Jewelry boxes and perfume bottles were strewn across the shelf. "Huh…" He let out a sigh of dismay and pulled his jeans and t-shirt out. Thump… A small blue box fell to the floor. Blaze frowned at the box as he remembered something. He picked it up and opened it quickly. His expression softened when he saw the blue gemstone pendant on a gold chain.

My voice rose slightly, a warning. "I'm handling it." His jaw was set, stubborn as ever. "Father!" I stomped my foot, surprising even myself with the childish gesture. After a moment of tense silence, Tyler gestured to my father's home office bathroom. "On the sink," he said quietly. My father's jaw tightened visibly. "She doesn't need to see that." "See what?" I strode toward the bathroom, ignoring my father's outstretched hand trying to stop me. In the bathroom, a small black box sat on the edge of the sink. It was about the size of a jewelry box, tied with a crimson ribbon that seemed too bright, too cheerful for the foreboding atmosphere.

It wasn't his cologne, those bottles were all lined up in the bathroom. She picked a small box and at one short end was the white label containing the bar code and the description. Millie gasped and dropped the box. She picked it up quickly and looked again at the description. 'Clitoral Pebble Vibrator. Silver.' Millie put the box back in place, she was suddenly feeling intensely hot, and her breathing was very uneven. She picked another box, a bigger one this time. 'Rubber Ball Gag.' She pulled another one, 'Handmade Glass Butt Plug. Sm.' Millie gulped and hastily stuffed the boxes back in the drawer.

Nexus replied and Blaze sprang into action typing it as fast as he can. Soon, the vault divided as it revealed different boxes filled in the vault. They all looked the same that it was hard to identify a different one. "How can we get that particular box, we'll last forever here!" Onyx groaned. "Just look for anything different, it might not be far!" Nexus said through the buds. Scar went to one of it unlocking it. It was filled with cash, she opened more of it but still Money. "Wait a minute!" Hellcat furrowed her brows as her gaze landed on a particular box, it had a blue light which was beeping slowly.

I leaned against the counter, we were definitely going to be late and Gladys would most likely strangle me if this headache I was having didn't get rid of me first. "Okay." Tom's moustache shook as he grinned once more. "Let me just open this up." He reached under the counter and pulled out a black scissor which he used to pierce the sealing of the box and at this point, my body was on fire. I leaned on Blake, eerily reminded of that day of the game when Azazel placed an hex on me. What was he playing at again here? The contents of the box were slowly arranged on the table. It contained mostly old stuff, trinkets, small jewelry boxes, hand brushes, mirrors and the likes. Blake just stared at

They got into cars and zoomed off after them as Seth kicked the box angrily. Then he stopped, looking at the box for a second before he bent down and unlocked it. Everyone stepped back as the box lid opened and I could hear their loud gasps and see their horrified faces as they stared at the content of the box. Two heads sat inside the box, blood splatter filled the box sides as the heads laid in a pool of blood. One of them was an older woman with gray hair and the other was an older man who was bald. Bruises filled their faces as their empty eyes stared into the clouds.

The moment I do, Kella’s instincts kick in and she pulls me and Drake across the room as something in the drawer explodes, sending a dusting of powder into the air. Drake growls, beside me. “Now I know what the gloves are for,” he says, going to the desk and picking up some heavy looking gloves. He goes to the drawer, pulling out a box. It looks like it might be wood under the dusting of powered silver and vervain. Drake takes it to the bathroom attached to the office and dumps it in the sink. I hear the water turn on as he grabs a towel and washes off the box. When he brings it back out, he sets it on the desk and opens it slowly.

He threatens, and I smirk at him, revealing my bloodied teeth, fighting the urge to spit on him again. He stands back and walks towards a shelf, a few seconds, and he is back with a black box which he dropped on the ground in front of me, startling me. My heart drops to the pit of my stomach as I see the contents of the black box. Different types of small knives, a tong, pincers, thumbscrews amongst others. My eyes shine wide, a stray tear escaping from my pleading eyes and I shake my head slowly, begging him not to do what he's about to.