Bleach For Bee Stings Novels & Stories

I have no idea what it was or how it came to be, we didn't normally get allergies given how our immune systems were stronger than those of humans. But one time Cian was stung by a bee. And he was in bed for two days because of it. His throat and airways were swollen. Even after he recovered, it took a while for him to be back to normal. And that was one bee. Obtaining crushed up whole bees was easier than I thought. Mixing it with the wolfsbane powder was even easier.

I can hear their screams and shouts of both agony and rage making me smile in satisfaction. I'm just glad the whole shop was soundproof. “These would be a good addition to my collection,” I informed him absentmindedly while reaching for the bleach on the cabinet below the table. “This would hurt but you'll live,” I mumble as I washed his wounds with bleach. Scream after scream erupted from his mouth while his body convulsed uncontrollably as the pain intensified. “Pl-please ju-just ki…kil…kill me.” He croaked out in a barely audible voice before passing out.

"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

My eyes widened as I saw Achilles, lying on the floor looking in extreme pain, his hand on his chest and coughing aggressively. I ran over to him immediately. My breath quickened. “God–Achilles, what—what…” I looked at a bottle of bleach kept beside him. Gasping, I stood up and ran around to find water. Picking up a one-litre bottle, I rushed back and forcefully put the bottle in his mouth. He opened his mouth and started drinking it. “Oh god, Y-You’re gonna be fine,” I whispered, not knowing what else to say before getting up and calling 911 immediately.