Bleach Spoiler Novels & Stories

Until he noticed a small exchange. All of a sudden, Elijah stood up, smirking as he looked at Serena. Both subtly nodding. Malakai motioned for his own men to keep their hands on their weapons. And then......... it happened way too fast for anyone to even think. Eden felt wetness on her body. She looked down at Malakai’s white hoodie that she was wearing, seeing the crimson red liquid soaking through. She looked up at her lover before she slowly fell to the floor.

Increase the dose. I suck in air too fast. The room tilts. Jeremy catches it on my face. "Adis." "Bleach," I mutter. "There was a room. Clinic room." His good hand grips the back of my neck, grounding me. "Stay here." As if I can do anything else. Boots hammer across concrete. More people now. Familiar scents break through blood and dust. Soap and pine smoke. Amber. Panic hits harder than the shock did.

~~ Dahlia ~~ The second I slammed my hotel room door shut, I bolted straight for the bathroom like a woman possessed. Not for the toilet, not for the shower… no. For the sink. I snatched my toothbrush like it was a weapon, slapped toothpaste on it like I was squeezing venom from a snake, and shoved it in my mouth. Scrub. Scrub. Scrub. “Oh my God, oh my GOD,” I garbled around foamy bubbles, staring at my own reflection like I was in a horror movie. “I’ve been assaulted. My lips have been… contaminated. I need bleach.“

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

Blake used an illusion array and hid his aura; even if they stood beside him, they would never notice him. Blake’s Aunt, Clarice Elon, walked into the hall as the maid beside her held a basion of water and a rag on her arm. Blake observed them cautiously and witnessed Clarice place a few drops of a liquid into the water before allowing the maid to enter the bedroom that housed Blake’s Grandfather. Before leaving, Blake observed an evil grin on Clarice’s face as she left the area.

he asked. Her voice was equal parts cold and casual as she answered. "Moderate amounts of Drano and bleach in his bathtub drain. He lived in a shitty place with no CCTV, and he was so intoxicated with a filthy, cramped, free-standing house that the cops were just going to write it off as him being a drunk idiot." "What does Drano and bleach do?" She tilted her head. "Toxic vapors. He took a single shower in the morning, still fresh out of being blackout drunk, and he was out just like that."

Looking outside and beyond the horizon, I swipe my tongue across my lips to wet them, hoisting myself to my feet. Hands on my waist, I once over the entirety of my space, satisfied and proud, telling from the smile playing on my lips. I nod slowly, turning on my heels to head for the kitchen. It’s my next target. As soon as I step into my living room, a strong stench of bleach attacks my senses. Not unpleasant but too strong for my liking. I remind myself to be careful with the amount I use next time. Pinching my nose to reduce its potency, i dash across the living room and into my kitchen. A stack of dishes piled into the sink awaits me. I groan out loud, whining about having to actually do

The new shoes, the tag still on. I remember it happening in slow motion. How she took a bottle of bleach from the sink and poured the entire thing on them. My months of hard work... gone. And that day? I attempted to... harm myself. Because I was so tired. Just so tired of it all.” My heart beat faster in my chest, and for a moment, I was sure it could be heard across the room. I remembered that day. I poured the bleach on his shoes. I bit my lip, trying to stay calm as I stared at Aaron’s face. That same puppy-dog look he always wore—one that somehow made me feel like the worst person on earth.

I walked slowly toward the living room, the floor creaking under my feet, my breath catching in my throat as I glanced around. It was too clean. Like hotel-clean. Like someone had bleached the soul out of it. There was a faint chemical tang still hanging in the air—harsh, acidic, unmistakable. Bleach. My heart dropped. The couch cushions were fluffed. The coffee table gleamed unnaturally. Even the faded rug looked scrubbed. I turned in a slow circle. It was too clean. Too perfect.

It sounded like a massive heart beating, but it was cold and mechanical. *Vroom... Vroom... Vroom...* "What is that?" Selene asked, her eyes wide. At the far end of the shaft, a massive iron gate began to grind open. A light—not a soft sun or a red emergency light, but a brilliant, searing **Blue**—spilled into the room. The heat hit us instantly. It smelled of melting metal and ozone. "The Liquidation," I whispered. "The man in the gold suit... he said they don't keep props after a cancellation."