Bleach Proof Apron Novels & Stories

I pointed to the tall black framed glass door across from the bathroom door. “Nothing near the work station and all of my things go over there. Noted!” Mavy said. She walked to the back and I went to the free station. By the time I unlocked it, signed in, and double checked that the cash in the register matched the paperwork from the night shift, Mave was ready. “I grabbed this apron back there. Is that okay?” She asked. One of the required black aprons was wrapped around her waist and hung down the front.

The apron was a piece of clothing that was usually worn by a chef in the kitchen. It varies in shapes but had one thing in common, which was to protect its wearer from unwanted stains while they’re cooking. However, to spice up the intimate relationship between him and his mate, Drake Silvermoon had another creative idea on how to use that piece of clothing. ‘I think Noah will look so sexy in this…’ he thought while holding the black apron on his way to Noah’s bedroom.

She held my head and carefully applied lipstick to my lips. “Don’t mind her. Alice gets like this when she’s excited.” “Claire?” Claire was dressed in a white coat, her hair tucked into a hat. She calmly washed her fingers. “Relax!” She pressed a few buttons on the machine next to her, and the whole machine buzzed to life. “I won’t put a disposable cover on the probe, since it’s only for this one time, and it will be over soon, and you won’t feel any pain…” Claire picked up the probe and gave me a slight smile.

But suddenly she saw Sean's feet, which were now in front of Hera's feet. Sean smiled. They were very close now. Somehow he liked Hera when she apologized to him. "So, you're going to cook, right?" Sean asked, holding something. Hera knew what it was. It was an apron. "You have to wear this. To protect your body," Sean said as he handed it to Hera. Oh, of course, she accepted it gladly without much thought. "Oh, thank you. But, actually, I don't need this apron. Besides, I'm only going to-"

Fits of laughter bubbled up from within me causing a frown to shade it's appearance on Braden's face. "Why are you laughing?" Braden threw me a question. I was expecting that. "What is all these?" I asked in between my laughs in a sort of high pitched voice. "What is all what?" Braden replied my question with a question. I sighed. " The apron. What is it meant for? You look so funny in it to be honest. It does not fit you" I blatantly told him the truth. "The fuck you are so rude Camilla. And what is an apron meant for? Ok sorry I did not answer the question well. This apron is meant for washing the floors" Braden replied with a disconcerted look.

he said and took the bowl with him. I bundled the apron up and searched my chest for another. It was the last, the first that I had bought from the villagers, this one because of the pretty embroidery sewn in the corner. I paused, holding it in my hands. The tent flap opened and Aien returned with the empty bowl and a full jug of water. He did not look at me as he placed them, but he also did not leave, standing looking down at the bloody apron and rags. “I’ll… take these away for you,” he said. “The servants might be able to wash them…” He crossed to the doorway. “Is there anything else that you need?”

said Rosa impatiently, shaking the apron at Flora who suddenly flinched as if afraid of getting bitten by a rabid animal. Flora wrapped the apron around her. It was crisp and white and wide enough to cover the front of her dress. Only did it sunk in her mind that the apron’s true purpose was really to hide her dress as much as to protect it from getting stained while she served the food.

She was staring at her wardrobe. Her red gown was crumpled on the floor. There was a massive, dark purple stain of red from the sweetheart neckline all the way down to the waist, but the wine wasn't the worst part. Near the hem, the fabric was bubbling and turning orange. White spots were splattered across the skirt where bleach had been poured. Zoe was standing over the dress, her hands trembling. An empty wine glass lay on the rug, and a blue bottle of bleach was gripped in her right hand.

She said softly and I nodded, mouthing a quick thanks before following Daisy further in Daisy led me through the locker area, I took a deep breath as my eyes landed on the one that was to be mine. I quickly unlocked it and placed my bag inside, grabbing the neatly folded apron and disposable hairnet. I stared down at the apron only to notice that my name was boldly written on it. My lips stretched into a big smile as I slipped the apron on quickly arranging my hair and covering it with the hairnet As I tied the apron strings at my back, my mind flickered to the email yet again making my jaw clench harder. I didn't want to think about this, at least not now

A cloud of fumes filled her lungs, choking her. She used the sleeve of her blouse as a mask, attempting to filtrate the air. Her eyes burned as she looked over the room. There was an open container of bleach laying on its side, now clearly emptied. The contents had been launched sporadically in every direction. Some of her clothes were speckled with orange and yellow spots where the liquid had bled into the fabric, and in other areas, she could still see where pools had formed on the carpet underneath the clothes from where the chemical had been poured directly onto them. They were all discolored and ruined. Jade backed out of the room and closed the door, gasping for a breath of air.