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.

I guess we're dying my hair black—from what I could see, but first we had to bleach it. I stared through the bathroom mirror we were in front of as she layered each strand with bleach and foil, and we both glanced away when our eyes met through the mirror. This was weird. She led me to the shower cubicle, where she picked up a handheld showerhead, and I gasped when the water suddenly hit me without warning. "You..." She shrugged, "I thought you were ready." "Clearly I wasn't!" I made to grab the showerhead for my revenge but only ended up against the wall with her body pressing up against mine.

I demanded, fury in my voice. Jade smirked, holding up a bottle of bleach. The strong, stinging smell hit my nose, and panic shot through me. “Oh no!" I shrieked, feeling the bleach burn my scalp. My hands flew to my head, desperately trying to wipe it away, but the taps in every room I tried were dry. They’d planned this. Minutes and minutes passed as they each blocked my way into every room for about 10 minutes. “Help!” I screamed, running to my room’s bathroom and plunging my head under the faucet. My heart sank as I watched strands of my hair fall out, and my once-brown hair turn a fiery, unnatural red and brown.

For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget. I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.” The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles and mildew. I worked quickly, fingers gloved and precise, painting over every traitorous strand until I was satisfied. I watched as the brown vanished, repla

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.“

Sabrina grabbed a big bottle of bleach and swung it at my head. I didn't even think. I blocked her arm and punched her right in the jaw. It was a solid hit. I felt the bone under my knuckles. The bleach bottle fell and shattered on the floor, splashing everywhere. She fell to her knees, holding her face. Blood was leaking through her fingers.

“Blair, what did that woman feed you? Quick, spit it out.” Blair started vomiting, but the pill had dissolved in her body. It was impossible to spit it out anymore. Bleurgh! Finally, Blair spat out a mouthful of dark red blood. Her eyes rolled up, and she fainted. This scene frightened Helen. “Blair! Blair! Don’t scare Grandma. Blair, wake up… Someone! Send my granddaughter to the hospital, please!”

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.