Bleach Spoiler Novels & Stories

Jackson strolled behind them, the rest of the group following too. "Where was it again–i think it should be–" Jackson searched through the cupboards until he found it. "Ahhh..." "Hehehe-" Navina chuckled, wiping out her phone as she began to film. Nick stood by the door, making sure he won't be caught in the camera. He won't want to ruin his lovely personality. "Please don't– please....." Jeff begged while the group encircle him. Jackson shook the medium size bottle bleach, holding it out to Jeff. "Drink."

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

She made a kiss face before shutting off the camera. I exhaled, looking up at Zac. "We're going to be good at this, right?" "That's just it," Zac grinned at me. "You're the love of my life, Bloom." - The End

The bathroom door is locked. I checked it three times. Click. Jiggle. Secure. I am alone in the small, tiled box. The air smells of cheap lemon cleaner and my own nervous sweat. The fan overhead rattles, a mechanical wheeze that grates on my nerves. On the white porcelain of the sink, I have arranged them. Clearblue. First Response. E.P.T. I take them out of the packaging. The foil crinkles loudly in the silence. I place the plastic sticks in a row, parallel to the edge of the sink. They look like instruments. Like scalpels.

"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?"

I put the axe away and joined James where he’d already poured the bleach into the bucket. “Got two brushes.” I threw one to him and he dipped it into the bucket. I poured the bleach directly on the blood and started scrubbing as James shook his head and started from the other side. James and I scrubbed that area until there couldn’t possibly be any traces of blood left. When the smell of bleach overwhelmed us, I took the black bags to the Jeep and opened the boot. I placed three black bags on the floor of the boot and then loaded Mia inside. James locked the den’s door and got into the passenger seat.

I have to get these symbols off the wall. The kitchen! There has to be something in the kitchen I can use to get these symbols off the wall. I go to the kitchen scramble looking for something to remove the symbols. My mind is in overload. Bleach there has to be bleach here. I look under the cabinet. Yes, bleach! I grab the bleach and I grab a towel. It should do the trick. I run for the door and start scrubbing. As I'm scrubbing the door mayhem comes to the door. He looks at me puzzled and asks me what I'm doing. He doesn't know what's going on, how can this be? He was here when I went to sleep.

His startled scream follows me to the table where I wipe the excess blood from my hands. There's a bottle of water and a decanter filled with scotch with glasses beside it. I fill up a glass with scotch and take a few sips before placing it back on the table. Stooping to get the bleach from the ground, I turn back to Kostas who is finally silent and trying to breathe through the waves of pain. Kneeling to my art on his leg, I open the bottle, the smell sharp enough to sting even through the air. I tilt the bottle watching the clear liquid as it trickles before becoming a steady stream moving through his wounds. Kostas jerks as the bleach eats into the cut tissue letting out gasps of pain.

"MAGIC LOTION" BLYTHE WAS freezing in terror— no! She's actually dying in horror. The tiny flame of courage blazing in her chest died down in a splash of fear as Blythe found her now-conscious body lying on the dirty ground of the dark playhouse soaking in this fishy, creamy; and thick maroon liquid. The smell is making her wanna puke!

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. My hands trembled as I held the bottle in my hand, thinking over and over on the idea I had just conceived and the words I had said to Nana. ‘I get to choose how I die,’ I thought. If this did not kill me, at least it would kill the baby. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth wide and chugged down the bottle of bleach. The reaction took a few seconds, but I soon began to feel stings in my stomach. “Argh!” the pain increasingly got worse. I grabbed my stomach and staggered out of the bathroom, trying to get to the b