Novel & Cerita Bleach Unmasked

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

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

My grip tightens on the phone. No. No, no, no. My heart slams against my ribs, my pulse roaring in my ears. I watch him—Ghost—standing in that fucking room, his hands shaking, desperation clear in his eyes. He wasn’t pleading for our lives. He was trying to undo what he did. “Why should we believe you?” the masked man asks. Ghost lets out a bitter, humorless laugh. “How else would I know the name? Come on, why do you think I told that idiot to stop?” His hands clench at his sides, his whole body tense. “Just take the three million and let us go.”

He wickedly smiles while saying, “You to Suffer!” Rather than reacting to what he had said, Zitrey was more surprised on the mask he’s wearing, it was like the same mask she’s using as Crimson Blade. ‘Where did he get that thing?’ But her attention was taken by her friend's complexion that slowly turning to pale and lips in purple. Was the water cold? They start to shake and water almost reached their mouth. She slammed the glass once again. The mind was swirling with curses, seeing them suffer. “Stop it stop! Stop the water now!”

I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company! My hair had been dyed dark brown up until a month ago and curled up into a low bun. A white and gold Venetian masquerade mask is perched on my nose and held by my right hand to cover the top half of my face. My skin tone has a bronze tint to it thanks to the foundation. My closed lids are showing off the glittering gold coloured eye shadow that blends perfectly with my skin, and dark waterproof liner emphasized the contours of my eyes. My eyelashes have never looked so long and dark before, and the light blush on my cheeks gave it a rosy glow as my full lips lift in a half-smile, showing off the bright red lipst

Then I heard the footsteps fade away. “Were safe for now” I said, then looked at Callie, unconscious “my X-Blade has the ability to destroy Corona’s manipulative magic once I defeated someone if they manipulated by Corona herself. This is just the beginning” I said. Meridia sighed in relief, "We'll need a plan. We can't keep hiding.

Argghhh" I punched the wall nonstop until my hand started to bleed, but iI don'tfeel nothing, it's like my whole body is numb. my heart my body is numb "I loved you... I do love you but why... why...." I took my phone out from my pocket and throw it on the wall, it crashed into million pieces instantly, I pull out the bracelet that Gun gave me earlier, I was about to throw it as well when I saw a piece of small paper sticking out from it, I opened it and read the letter " I'm sorry for everything, thank you" it was written there, I stared at the bracelet with " off gun" our name engraved on it.

My grandpa, Dylan Campbell, was a successor of intangible cultural heritage. Today, I was supposed to attend an intangible cultural heritage ceremony as his rightful successor. But when I arrived, I was surprised to find Dad's adopted daughter, Madison Lloyd, was already standing on stage. Draped in a designer dress and holding a trophy, she was giving a teary-eyed acceptance speech. The old me might have quietly walked away without stirring up trouble. But now? I smirked coldly. Before anyone could process what was happening, I marched up the stage, snatched the trophy out of her hands, and slapped her so hard she stumbled two steps back.

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

he screamed, stepping back. I grabbed the bleach bottle and hit him on the side his head as hard as I could, causing him to step backward. I took advantage of his momentary unbalance as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that I only had a second. I unscrewed the cap from the bleach bottle and threw the contents at him, causing him to scream out in pain as bleach covered his face and hair. I grabbed the broom and, finding sudden strength, rammed my foot into the wooden handle, breaking it in half.