Bleach Novels & Stories

The blue seal looks like it oozed reddish ink onto the page. I’m not holding a letter. I’m holding a murder weapon. “What?” Sash asks. “I just thought you might want to see it.” “Burning clove,” I mumble. “It’s a contact poison. You have to touch it, the sap, which looks reddish when distilled to full potency.”

He gaggled it, trying not to swallow but since he had been held down and his head kept in place, he couldn't throw it out. He ended up in a coughing git. “That was to warn you. That was water.” I dropped the can on the side and picked up the real can of bleach. “This is bleach. I'm sure you can tell.” As I opened the can, the smell filled the room and I saw the way his pupils shook when he smelt it. “Now will you tell me what I want to hear or you'd make me actually do this? I'm sure you know what this would do if I poured it down your throat. From your mouth, down your throat, to your stomach and then everywhere else.”

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.

"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 bleach

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.

I looked down at the knife in my hands and I couldn’t remember how it got there. “Do it, cut yourself,” she said as she stood behind me. “Let out all your pain. It really helps.” I looked at her in the mirror and then back at the knife. I lifted my arm and I cut myself deeply. The blood ran down my arm and dripped from my fingertips into the basin and on the floor.

The rumble of Kael’s heavy motorcycle engine faded into the ambient hum of city traffic, leaving the garage feeling suddenly vast and exceptionally quiet. Chloe didn’t say anything right away. She walked over to the workbench, set the heavy cardboard box of brake pads down with a dull thud, and began slicing the packing tape with a utility knife. Her movements were methodical, but her brow was furrowed, her brain clearly working overtime to process the massive, intense stranger who had just walked out.

Karina's POV. A scream ripped from our throats as we scrambled backward, completely blindsided. And who wouldn't be? The massive dog lunging at us looked ready to kill. Even Luke, for all his athletic training, was so startled, he almost shoved Camille right into the river. I grabbed her arm just in time, my eyes landing on a crooked tree. Nearby was your smile holding back your confidence. Drop the filter beam. Whiter smiles come from Colgate charcoal containing activated charcoal and polishing minerals. Colgate charcoal helps clean and polish.

And then— The fair. The way his face changed. The anger. The fear. I frowned slightly, staring down at the dirty floor. “…What the hell is wrong with your family, Leo?” Because it had to be bad. Really bad. No one reacted like that over a picture unless there was something deeper behind it. Something dangerous. I shook my head quickly. “No. Don’t go there.” I had enough to deal with here. I pushed myself off the counter. “Bleach,” I muttered. “I need bleach.”

An empty wine glass lay on the rug, and a blue bottle of bleach was gripped in her right hand. "Oh my god, Lucy!" Zoe gasped. She looked up, her face pale. "I am so, so sorry! I’m a total idiot!" Lucy couldn't speak. She took a step toward the ruined dress, her hands hovering over the damage. The bleach was literally eating the fibers. The dress was destroyed. "What happened?" Lucy whispered, her voice barely audible.