Bleach Novels & Stories

Lance asked, following me down to the hospital as we spoke. “It’s not something that you will understand if I explain with words,” I said nervously. The image of his drawer flashed in my head again and my smile got brighter. “Try me,” he insisted. “Okay, he poured bleach on his mate’s clothes. Trying to fix his mess and entire problem he went online to look for a solution and he saw where they asked him to use soda. Then he poured soda all over his drawer,” I said it all in one breath. Lance took a second to comprehend but then he said, “What?!”

Harper’s POV My leg knocks into something, and it clatters to the ground. “Crap,” I mutter bleach spills out faster than I can catch it. The clear liquid rushes out of the bottle, spilling everywhere. By the time I stand the bottle back up, a large puddle sits in the middle of the floor. I grab for some rags, but there aren’t enough to soak up the entire spill. The acidic scent of bleach fills the air and sends my head spinning.

I splashed the cold water on my face, letting it sting me awake. Piece by piece, I cleaned myself up, as if by washing away the dirt and blood I could also scrub away the ache inside me. My fingers untangled my hair, my nails scraped grime from my skin. When I finally straightened, I felt lighter—though the heaviness inside hadn't left.

I felt sorry for her, even though I couldn't understand why she was so attached to a man who clearly wanted nothing to do with me. The maid gestured towards another door. "Your bath is ready, Luna." I followed her inside and immediately caught the sweet fragrance of roses. A large bathtub stood in the middle of the beautifully decorated bathroom, filled with warm water and rose petals. A smile almost escaped my lips. I missed taking baths in the comfort of my own home. At least this place had something I could appreciate. "Enjoy your bath, Luna," the maid said before closing the door behind her. I quickly removed my clothes, only to pause when I noticed my wounds.

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.

The bathroom door is locked. I checked it three times. Click. Jiggle. Secure. I am alone in the small, tiled box. The air smells of cheap lemon cleaner and my own nervous sweat. The fan overhead rattles, a mechanical wheeze that grates on my nerves. On the white porcelain of the sink, I have arranged them. Clearblue. First Response. E.P.T. I take them out of the packaging. The foil crinkles loudly in the silence. I place the plastic sticks in a row, parallel to the edge of the sink. They look like instruments. Like scalpels.

There you go, always coming in clutch to ruin my mood. My toast was on a plate with a huge chunk bitten off and of the full cup of coffee, I made only a quarter remained. I didn't have to think hard about who the culprit was as Zack took another bite of my toast while engaged in a conversation with Luke. ''I'm telling you if you mix vinegar and bleach you will get chlorine gas that will kill you,'' Zack said. He was probably right since Chemistry was one of his favourite subjects. ''But that could easily be traced back to you,''

Uh, that doesn't go in there." Ama corrected as Nilo tries stuffing his mouth with three slices of bread. Just one word for me. Gross. I was sitting in the living room with my face sharing the same oxygen with my book. You could also say I was reading but with my siblings here, I don't think I can call it 'reading' anymore. "Yes it does." Mumbled Nilo while opening his mouth to show the half chewed bread. "Ewwww." Ama cried. "That's gross." She announced.

Where you can see a blurry form but not everything. I rinse the conditioner out of my hair and grab my purple loofa when I hear someone walk in. I close the Winter Candy Apple soap from Bath and Body Works and quietly set it down. "Hello?" "You need to learn to keep your mouth shut!" The voice snaps back. Leon. "Get the hell out!" I exclaim and stop washing my body.

Mystique blinked, unable to look away. His hair was cluttered from continuous grazing, his face was brutish, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked in the mood to commit murder, his white sleeves were folded up as usual but they were smudged, Mystique didn't fail to notice his bleeding knuckles, he obviously must have punched a wall again. Old habits.