Combat Pass Bleach Novels & Stories

She asks curiously. He pauses for a second, and her eyes widen as he hesitates. "I did, technically," he finally says. "What was it?" She asks eagerly, leaning forward in her seat. She could mix it into the water and flush out any vampires on her land. "What seemed most effective was chlorine and copper mixed together, forming copper chloride. It was very volatile even in a lab, so it would have been impossible to use outside of one," he admits mournfully, "I could have sorted my problem out entirely, and nobody would have been hurt."

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.

I blinked up at him, tears streaming down my cheeks from the sheer effort of breathing. “We need to break the door,” he said, his tone firm but tinged with desperation. I tried to respond, but the words stuck in my throat, replaced by a choked sob. My legs felt like lead, my arms too heavy to lift. “I—I can’t,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He cursed under his breath, his frustration evident. “Damn it, Leena. You’re not giving up on me.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small bottle and unscrewed the cap. The sharp scent of ammonia hit me instantly, cutting through the fog of wolfsbane. “Breathe,” he ordered, pressing his shirt soaked in the liquid against my face.

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

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.

"We need s‍up‍pli‌es. Go to the dollar store⁠. Buy⁠ bleach. Lots of bleac​h. Scrubbing‍ brushe​s. An‌d pla‌stic‍ shee​ts." "P⁠la⁠st‍ic​ sheets? Are we killing so⁠meone?" "We are killing the germs,"‍ I said g‌r⁠imly. "If I am going to l​ive in th​is pit, I am g⁠oing to s​crub it unt‍il it⁠ bl⁠eeds." For the next si‍x hours, we wen​t to war​. I stri‍pped d‌own to my un​dershirt.⁠ I⁠ tied a‍ rag around‍ my face like a mask.

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.

He needs me to be the ground under his feet right now. I school my features into calm certainty. Everyone moves at once. No shouting, no wasted motion. We’ve drilled the burn protocol, but the real version has a much sharper edge. Butcher grabs the jug of cereal and dumps it down the kitchen sink, following it with a heavy pour of bleach. Dom starts stripping the bed linens, tossing them into a pile to wipe down every surface we might have touched. "Leave the heavy weapons," I tell Max. "Take the sidearms. We travel sterile. Oba, you will dump the heavy artillery on your way out."

Like nothing. "You missed a spot," Killian said, pointing with the toe of his boot to a place near my knee. I moved to it, scrubbing harder, putting all my remaining strength into making it disappear. The bleach splashed onto my hand where the skin was already torn and raw. It burned like someone had poured acid on my flesh. I gasped, the sound ragged and airless, and jerked my hand back instinctively. "Silence," Carmina hissed. She raised her cane high above her head.

A white and smooth calf appeared in his sight, faintly revealing the fragrance of shower gel. The man's breathing was slightly heavier. When he saw the slightly swollen bruise, his breathing became heavy again. He turned his head with a straight face and rummaged through the drug bag. He took out the disinfectant and wiped it to her for disinfection. The drag did not hurt her, but she felt cold. When it stuck to her skin, Jessica trembled slightly and did not feel it anymore. Jessica lowered her eyelids and looked at Blake half-squatting in front of her to apply the medicine for her.