Bleach Spoiler の小説・ストーリー

I said quietly, nearly silently. She looked at me with kindness in her eyes. “I know. But just take things one day at a time. And in 13 days, you'll know for certain if she's your mate or not. Maybe it's just a fluke.” After the session ended I sat down with Pat in his room. It was time to talk to him about today. “So when we got to school I... I smelled this smell. Like, it was an incredible and intoxicating smell.” I was still struggling with this, so it wasn't easy to talk about but he deserved to know what was going on. It was Pat. My future Beta.

Lucy whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I was trying to move it," Zoe stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I thought it was hanging too close to the heater, I was holding my wine, and I reached for the dress, but I tripped over my own heels. I grabbed the cleaning supplies on the shelf to steady myself, and the bleach cap wasn't on right... it just happened so fast, Lucy. I tried to wipe it off, but it made it worse." Lucy looked at the shelf Zoe was pointing to. The bleach had been tucked away in the back of the closet behind a stack of towels. It wasn't something someone would accidentally grab to steady themselves.

Too clean. The scent of bleach hits me first—sharp, chemical, stinging the inside of my nose. Antiseptic lingers heavily behind it, mixing into something cold and clinical. All the blood from earlier? Gone. The mess? Gone. The chaos? Erased so thoroughly you’d think the violence was nothing more than a bad dream. Except it wasn’t. And the two bandaged women in the living room are proof.

I ignored the pains between my legs and proceeded to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me to avoid him walking on me. He might have his way with me here in the bathroom again. I was not ready for that. I might pass out. I grabbed the second toothbrush and made use of it. Turning on the shower, I stood underneath and washed myself. I took a soft sponge and did the necessary scrubbing. I washed myself and stared at my swollen eyes in the mirror. I washed my hair and after a few minutes, I was done.

I clench my fists, determined to prove her wrong. As she turns to leave, a wicked grin playing on her lips, she pauses and looks back at me. “One last thing, Xavie listens to me. We don’t want him to change his mind about you now, do we, Luna?” she sneers, chucking the bleach at me. My heart sinks as I realise the lid isn’t on the bleach, and it pours over me, burning my skin and ruining what’s left of my dress. I bite my trembling lower lip, vowing not to let her break me.

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”

Having the consequences of that action surface weeks later was too much for me. I walked to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror above the sink, washing my face over and over. The many washes did not make my eyes any less red, but it made the tears stop and made my vision clear enough for me to see a bottle of bleach on the wood stand above the toilet seat.

Natalia gave him the 'go on look. "We have a room almost emptied of anything, could it have been a spell gone bad? We have half the house vacant, could it be, it was always like that? We have the master bedroom, untouched, and this room is here. This room doesn't look well used, it strikes me as barely living in. The bleach is on the top step. I'm thinking it was a trap or trick set up and gone bad. As I said, these people weren't dumb, and if it had been biological, then they knew it would be found even with bleach. I'm starting to wonder if it is bleach at all." Jimmy knew of other substances that might discolor the carpet. "Now you are thinking like a cop. I agree, this place is staged. B

Reality outside the viewport didn't just bend; it shattered. The blue sky and fluffy white clouds of Earth were instantly replaced by a blinding, chaotic kaleidoscope of impossible colors. This was The Bleed—the hyperspace between dimensions. It was a terrifying, mesmerizing ocean of raw data streams, dormant magical energies, and the skeletal remnants of erased realities.