Bleach Novels & Stories

"Uh... bubblegum, a disassembled drone motor, a half-eaten sandwich, and... oh! The torpedo fuel!" She pulled out a canister she’d siphoned from the torpedo room earlier (because Hailey never walked past anything flammable without taking a sample). "It's Decalin," Hailey grinned. "Nasty stuff. Ignites on contact with strong oxidizers." "And cleaning supplies?" Jack asked. "Under the sink!" Olivia kicked open the cabinet under the galley sink. There were old glass bottles of industrial bleach and ammonia. "Don't mix those unless you want chlorine gas!" Ben warned. "We'll die too!"

“Go on, darling. I’ll clean this up.” He leaned over his desk to pull out a container of wipes. I glared at him. “I thought you said you didn’t have wipes.” He laughed and turned the tube around. “I mean if you want to clean your vagina with bleach, be my guest.” He held out a wipe to me. “Here you go.” I pulled my shirt and bra up to flash him my breasts. “Asshole, now you can’t touch these.”

Bright

Antiseptic underneath something else—the combination of a cleaner like bleach mixed with something more medicinal. Lastly, as my eyes dart around the room, taking in the entirety of the space, I realize I’m alone. It takes a minute for the wrongness of that to sink in. But when it does, everything else becomes irrelevant. “Liam!” I try calling for him but my throat is so dry, his name is more of a broken whine than a shout.

I could tell that Melio's eyes held a flash of pain. "Hi Miss, what's your name?" Black asked giving her a warm smile. "Hello Mr Bl...ack and M...iss Brenda, my name is M..Melio Blanchard ". She said in a shaky voice. This was as a result of my hands digging into her lower back. I dug my fingers into her lower back and at some point started drawing little circles so sensually that Melio became hot and flushed. She was trying her best to find a balance that she almost stumbled on.

ACE “It's a beautiful day for some murder. It's a beautiful day to slaughter. It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful day...” I gradually started whistling my made-up song as I picked up a switchblade, pressing my leather-clad index finger to the sharp point.

he yelled. "Anything else? Shit? Jerk?" Lynn continued laughing. "You can't even cuss, Mahone. How are you going to make an infinite mirror, huh? Listen, you better get out from this damn room, or I am going to call Father. He's in his study room." Mahone put down his safety glasses and stood up, shooting a passionate glance at his project, "Tu es horrible frère!" Lynn heard that and laughed in mind. "Use at least seventy percent alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, bleach, isopropyl alcohol and wipe the sheets with a microfiber cloth. I hope you find the chemicals in your school lab," he moved away from the door.

He could not believe it no matter what. Jessie took a deep breath and slowly said, "Uncle Bai. The clothes you are wearing are made of the Launette Perfume Laundry, the shaved water is made of asparagus and almond juice. There is also menthol mixed together, the toothpaste is salt and soda, and so on and so forth. The hand-washing solution is the combination of cherry blossoms and orchids. You have been to the clinic in the hospital today. In the operating theater, although you took a shower and got rid of the poison, You still smell like iodine, blood, anti-inflammatory, anesthesia, and sedative."

he yelled. "Anything else? Shit? Jerk?" Lynn continued laughing. "You can't even cuss, Mahone. How are you going to make an infinite mirror, huh? Listen, you better get out from this damn room, or I am going to call Father. He's in his study room." Mahone put down his safety glasses and stood up, shooting a passionate glance at his project, "Tu es horrible frère!" Lynn heard that and laughed in mind. "Use at least seventy percent alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, bleach, isopropyl alcohol and wipe the sheets with a microfiber cloth. I hope you find the chemicals in your school lab," he moved away from the door.

"It's bad. I think maybe if I open the windows and air it out, it might help some, but there's no question that it's going to take some bleach, too. Lots of bleach." Jenny nodded slowly. "Okay. So . . . we need bleach. And vinegar and baking soda." At my questioning glance, she explained, "It's good for cleaning sinks and showers and toilets. Great for deodorizing, too." She looked back at my car. "It's not furnished, is it?"