Comet With Bleach Spray Novels & Stories

Every comet night, he comes. And when he does, lives will be lost- All for sustaining himself. ********** Earth is invaded by an Alien who crash lands on a comet night. He is stuck and needs his instrument to return home. 10 years later, he finally finds his instrument. But it has now become the life of a girl he ends up falling for..... And while she has something that the deadly Alien needs, She will have to become a tool used by the Handsome Detective in tracking down this Wanted Alien... And amid growing love, Contrary choices arise and enemies emerge from outer space. Now, love is like the wrong answer to the question - But let's tick it anyways...

Kiera has spent years surviving by one rule: run! Mute and deeply traumatized, she escapes a hidden underground facility on a remote island where human “Hunters” experimented on her mind, turning her into Subject 3—a psychic weapon stripped of choice and voice. When the Hunters begin their relentless pursuit to reclaim her, led by the cold and meticulous Dr. Hale, Kiera flees into the surrounding wilderness, her fear threatening to unleash powers she barely understands. Her flight brings her into the territory of a bear‑shifter clan, where she encounters Ronan, their Alpha. Fierce, grounded, and fiercely protective, Ronan unexpectedly connects to Kiera through a telepathic bond that cuts through her terror and isolation. Though the connection frightens them both, it becomes Kiera’s only lifeline as the Hunters close in and the island itself begins to fracture under the weight of her uncontrolled abilities. As attacks escalate into a brutal siege, the truth of Kiera’s past begins to surface. Her silence was not an accident—it was engineered. Her panic responses were designed. And buried within her mind is a weaponized trigger meant to reactivate her conditioning and erase what little sense of self she has reclaimed. Dr. Hale knows her real name, knows how to break her—and believes she will always belong to him. Hunted through abandoned laboratories and nightmare corridors filled with the remnants of failed experiments, Kiera must confront her past. Ronan, defying both his enemies and his own clan, vows to protect her not as a weapon, but as a person—no matter the cost. The Bear's Revenge is a dark, emotionally driven paranormal thriller about survival, trauma, and reclaiming. It explores what it means to be heard after being silenced—and the strength it takes to choose yourself when the past refuses to let go.

At a concert, I went wild, shouting at the top idol on stage, “Tony Townsend, spray on my face!” That night, my brother had me pinned against the ancestral altar, a ruler pressing down on the back of my neck. “Lift your head. Tell me, what did you want that idol to do to you?” Later, he shoved me down onto the mattress, his fingertips grinding against my swollen lips. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Alexa. Queen bee. Popular. And above all, secretly mischievous. Devon. Silent rebel. Bike guy. Bad boy When these two cross paths, will sparks ignite, or will thunders roar? When Alexa pranks her boyfriend as revenge for forgetting their date night, everything seems to be fun, except that she pink spray painted the wrong bike. Turns out, it's the school's new student. A handsome devil too, that's seriously pissed with her. When their game of who intimidates who turns into more, Alexa isn't sure if she can trust him with her heart.

After being illuminated by a seemingly mythical comet, a domineering assassin a.k.a astronomer was transferred to another world. The world where human Myths and Legends live and exist.She's now living the life of a resurrected sprite as her new identity while fighting off tempting magic with logical science.Two worlds collide,Twists of fate led her to learn and scavenge the mysteries of this world until she wondered,"Was this all a dream?"♥️ ©️ 2020 by _iLied-

"Camille had only been heading to her grandma’s house because Gran couldn’t figure out her cable again, but she stumbles across the city’s notorious graffiti artist along the way. And now that she knows who the face behind the spray paint can is, she can’t seem to listen to her friends’ sage advice and follow the safe path, leaving well enough alone. She’s determined to coax Black Crimson into agreeing to an exclusive interview so she can become the famous newspaper journalist she’s always wanted to be. But in this contemporary twist to the Little Red Riding Hood fable, our red-headed heroine learns just how dangerous talking to strangers can be...to her heart. "

Because my father's childhood sweetheart's daughter was accidentally burned, my father was angry and locked me in the fire house where werewolf criminals were punished. The Beta of the pack, my father, looked at me with disgust written all over his face: "I don't have such a cruel daughter. You'll stay here and reflect on what you've done." I begged loudly for mercy, admitted my mistake, pleading for him to let me out. All I got in return was his merciless command. "Unless she's dead, no one is to release her." The fire house stood isolated at the edge of the territory. No matter how much I screamed for help, no one could hear me. He assigned the housekeeper to set the room to spray fire every 2 hours. The burns were excruciating, my werewolf healing barely keeping me alive between sessions. Ten days later, he finally remembered he had a daughter and decided to let me out. But what he didn't know was that I had already died in that fire house, never to wake again.

The whole wolf pack knew I was Alpha Nick’s fated mate—chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. But the second I stepped into Brown Pack territory with my suitcase in hand— His mother, Mrs. Johnson, ordered the maids to spray me with wolfsbane. His cousin, Enna, "accidentally" put me in *his* bedroom. And his childhood sweetheart, Rina, slapped a ten-million-dollar check in my face, demanding I publicly renounce this "joke of a mating bond." Even Alpha Nick himself—the ruthless legend of the pack—spent the first night wrapped around me like a damn octopus, only to kick me out coldly the next morning: *"Get out. Don’t come back to my room again."* When I was framed for theft, forced to work overtime till midnight, or locked inside a pitch-black office mid-panic attack… My *"fiancé"* was too busy grinding on Rina at some high-society ball. Then the truth about me dropped— Brown Pack’s elders dropped to their knees, trembling. Rina ripped her knockoff Luara gown in rage. And Alpha Nick, eyes bloodshot, pinned me against the wall: *"Wendy… you played me."* I smirked, peeling his fingers off me. *"Sorry, Alpha. The three-month contract’s up."* *"Now… call me by my real title—heir of White Moon Pack."*

Six years ago, a corporate acquisition deal I handled went up in flames, and 50 billion dollars vanished into thin air. Bankrupt investors spray red paint all over my front door for a year straight. Dad died from a stroke, and Mom lost her mind and disappeared. I ended up doing six years in prison for embezzlement. After I got out, I changed my name and started delivering food in downtown, running myself ragged for a few bucks per delivery. But then my ex-wife, Shirley Pearce, showed up, and the entire delivery station ground to a halt. She had become a financial powerhouse, a regular on the covers of business magazines. Reporters blocked my delivery scooter, shoving microphones in my face. "Mr. Marcus Quinn, Ms. Pearce has been single for six years, paid off all your debts, and she's been waiting for you to come home!" I stared at that perfectly made-up woman with her adoring eyes and felt nothing but disgust. That so-called "devoted" ex-wife of mine? Six years ago, she had forged company seals to help her boy toy short the stock market. Then, when everything fell apart, she threw me under the bus to save herself.

I'm a nationally certified animal trainer running the Lion King, Caesar's final assessment. I've barely stepped into the enclosure corridor when the steel guillotine door slams down behind me. My wife's laughter crackles over the loudspeaker. "Everyone, we're doing the ultimate challenge today! We're locking the so-called number-one animal trainer in the Lion King's enclosure and taking bets on whether he wets himself in ten minutes!" Caesar crouches low and rumbles a warning. I reach for my tranquilizer gun but stop cold. The liquid isn't the right color. In a phony sing-song voice, the veterinarian, Hugh Archer, says, "Lucian, I forgot to mention, I swapped your tranquilizer darts for pepper spray so you won't hurt Caesar by mistake. "You two are so close. Just win him over with love!" I look at Caesar, his eyes bloodshot from the stimulant, and it clicks. Hugh still resents that I stopped him from touching a tiger with his bare hands a few days ago. I tune out the trash blaring over the loudspeaker, pull a remote from my pocket, and hit the button. It's the master switch for the electric fence gates around every predator enclosure in the zoo. If I don't make it out, no one does.