Comet With Bleach Spray Novels & Stories

But there’s little water left to spray everywhere. I shift back, and Featherstone hands me another towel to remove the last of the water from my body. As I re-dress, I ask, “So what now?” “Now, in human form, carry on as normal. In wolf form, avoid going swimming. If you do have to get wet, avoid being submerged for more than an hour, and avoid bleach, acetone, chlorine, and hydrochloric acid.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “It will remove the dye. I manufactured this to wash off quickly in pool water.”

"I was looking for an item in the attic this morning and I saw it on the shelf. It's a pepper spray." "A pepper spray?" Blaze laughed and folded her hands, watching as Stacy explained. "It's not funny. I can do more harm with this, you wanna be my test subject?" She came closer to Blaze, pointing it at her eyes. "Easy there, Miss! My eyes are my babies." She took a few steps back while Stacy brought down the can. "Ok, first things first!" Announced Blaze with seriousness. ********

I had actually made extras for whomever needed or wanted one. Next, I picked up the spray bottle that was titled ‘Bad Vamp-B-Gone’, which just caused her to laugh. Then she passed it around so that everyone saw it. “It is made with angelica, bay, and some of my protective magic. It’s for emergencies. Get two to three sprays in your mouth. It’ll create a shield around you that repels everyone except for your mate because I put a workaround in there to account for your bond. I hope you don’t mind kiwi flavor. It was the only additive that I had on hand. It’ll last for ten minutes. I’m working on another formula that would add an additional layer of protection that would shock anyone touching i

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 read the instructions that were on the back of the pack. Step one: pour the liquids into the given bottle. Step two: shake the bottle well to mix the liquids. Step three: bleach your hair if necessary. Step four: apply the mix and let it sit for 30 minutes. Step five: wash your hair. Voila: you have yourself new hair!

I let out a sharp breath and pushed the bedsheet away. “I really thought it was dye, I promise.” I defended myself, though not with much confidence, feeling quite confused. I truly believe that was bleach. I believed it was simply the natural shade of blue that would make it appear whiter. “Take a look,” she said, pulling out the bleach she had brought and opening it for me to see. It is nearly colorless, much like water. I trembled in disbelief; this was worse than anything I had ever experienced.

Till date, I really don't know what to make of that supposed 'compliment'. I put on my black sneakers and pull my hair into a ponytail. Afterwards, I applied a bit of mascara to make my eyes 'pop', as Katie would excitedly say — and that's a far stretch for me because I never wear makeup. In addition to my mascara, I applied some strawberry lip gloss. I thought it was a clear lip–gloss when I bought it, but apparently it gave my lips a kinda white–washed pinkish color. I can live with that.

He lifted his hand towards me, making me flinch. I jumped back and out of his immediate reach. Without thinking, I pulled out the canister and pointed the small black nozzle in his direction. Dean held up his hands, eyes wide, and on the canister. He must have guessed this wasn’t your average pepper spray, because it wasn’t. This spray was a special mix of typical pepper spray and silver, just for werewolves. A nice little birthday gift from Harry two years ago.

I'll never put on another pair of those. I stepped into the shower, relaxing as the water rushed over my skin and soothed it. I rubbed the delicious smelling axe Apollo soap onto my body, taking it slow to admire every curve of my tall and slenderness. When I finished I took my time with my hair, placing a type of gel in it first before shampooing and rinsing. I made sure to be very delicate at washing my hair, not wanting to loose any dye. The gel would help hold the color in. Green was a hard color to get to stick to your hair. You had to be extra careful in the shower. You might step in with green hair and walk out with bleach blonde. When I had my hair washed and scalp massaged, I cut th

"And... set with powder. Boom." She spun the chair around so I could face the mirror. I leaned in. The mark was gone or, at least, it was invisible to the naked eye. My neck looked smooth, flawless. "It's magic," I breathed, touching the spot gingerly. "It's chemistry and capitalism," Clara corrected, grinning. "But here's the thing, Sofi. You don't have any of this stuff. You have, what? Mascara and lip balm?" "Lip balm," I admitted.