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When I had successfully cleaned the bathroom, along with the sink, mirror, and toilet, I grabbed a mop bucket and filled it with water. I added a little bit of bleach and Lysol all-purpose cleaner to the water and proceeded to mop the bathroom floor and then my bedroom floor. When that was done, I sprayed the room with a vanilla-scented air freshener and closed the bathroom and bedroom door so that the scent would stay in the room longer. At least to my assumption.

I can only hope that things will change for the good. I am currently scrubbing the Alphas bathroom floor. I learned the only way to clean a floor is down on my hands and knees with a scrub brush making sure to get every single crack so the floor shines just right. I smell Alpha before I hear him coming. Scrubbing faster in hopes to be done so I can get out of there before he notices me.

She says. I do as she asks, starting at the bottom of the corridor. Using my wolf speed, I’m able to pour bleach into all the drains, in each toilet and sink within all 30 bedrooms by the time Becca returns. “That smells so much better already, we’ll scrub the en-suites as we go down and then hoover the mattresses on our way back up”. We work at a steady pace, making sure to clean every surface within the en-suites. Once we reach the bottom of the corridor, we have a quick drink break.

It took hours, but I cleaned the tower and finally sanitized the floor and walls with fire. Black soot now coated the room, but the odor was more pleasing. My anger dissipated while I swam in the closest lake and removed the smell of death that clung to my scales. Cleaning my mess gave me a clearer view of what I wanted, and a certain young human was at the top of my list.

Riven walked to his big, luxurious bathroom. The floor was made of black–tinted tiles veined with caramel-whitish stripes that brightened the darkness beneath his feet. The walls carried the same rich pattern, making the entire room feel sleek, cold, and expensive. A white cylindrical bathtub sat like a throne in the middle of the room, surrounded by soft, pinkish lavender candles unlit, but still screaming luxury.

She deliberately knocked a large bottle of dark, metallic green nail polish off her desk, letting it shatter and splatter across the pristine marble floor of the student council office. "Clean it up," Portia ordered, her voice laced with venom. "And I don't want to see a single stain left behind." Antonia didn't flinch. She quietly retrieved a cleaning kit from the maintenance closet. Drawing on her experience of helping her family keep their modest home spotless, she applied a clever mix of pure acetone and rubbing alcohol to lift the stubborn pigment without ruining the marble. She worked methodically, her face a mask of serene calm. When Antonia stood up and moved the bucket aside, the fl

His eyes flashed black, and I felt my lips curling up. “You make this so hard.” He grumbled. Callan led me to the bathroom, which was just down the hallway from his room. The floor had white hexagon matte porcelain tiles, which contrasted against the dark wooden walls, which seemed to be in all the hallways in this house. The ceiling was bright white with dark wooden beams running across it and a large window, which flooded the room with light. Sat right in front of the window was a large freestanding bath that just screamed elegance. A large mirror with large sphere light bulbs around it reflected the light from the window, and two basins sat inside a vanity unit just below the mirror. Oppo

There wasn't anything electronic in his room as she cleaned and dusted all the surfaces available. The bathroom was another story to define. It was bigger than the size of her old living room. The vanity was made of black marble just like the shower area. There were huge jet sprays on the walls of the shower area and the head of the shower too. She picked a soap bar and sniffed it, inhaling the smell when the door smacked open. “What the hell are you doing here?” She looked at Hugo through the mirror and the soap fell off her hands. “I am sorry I…”. She quickly moved to pick up the soap but she didn't check the distance between the soap bar and slipped on the floor.

My heart sinks as I come to the realisation that this is the master bedroom of Saint. As I step into the luxurious black and white bathroom, I’m instantly surrounded by a sense of timeless elegance and sophistication. The monochrome decor seems to transport me to a bygone era where attention to detail was paramount and luxury defined the essence of everyday living. The bright, gleaming white marble floors blend seamlessly with the rich, dark walls to create an atmosphere of refined elegance, while the carefully placed lighting fixtures gently illuminate each corner of the room.

She did not want any more bloodshed, not when it came to the people she cared about. She disposed of the water she was using to clean upstairs and then got a smaller bucket in which she poured every cleaning detergent she could find in the house. She kneeled down in front of the door and scrubbed the floor until there was no blood stain left. The cleaning detergents managed to get rid of the copper smell of the blood, but the condition in which they left the carpet was unsettling, the floorboard that was once brown was now white in colour, it was haunting like the aftermath of a nightmare, horrifying.