Comet With Bleach Spray Novels & Stories

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.

And I unleashed another discovery Bobby and I had made on a boring summer day. A huge aerosol can of industrial strength cleaner I’d found on the shelf. I held the ‘aim’n flame’ lighter to its nozzle, triggered the flame, depressed the spray, and a fountain of beautiful orange-red flames engulfed the mass of deformed flesh lurching toward me, hitting it full in the face.

"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.

CARAMEL'S POV "Just, whatever you do Caramel, do not scream. There's no way we can escape if all the snakes on this tree chase after us." Blaze said and I nodded. "I know... So what do we do?" I asked and he took my hand. "We move back slowly. Hand me the sprays just in case." He said and I tried to reach into the bag slowly and brought out three sprays, I gave him two and held the last. Then we began to back away slowly.

He picked up a spray bottle and began spraying the floor. “What’s that?” I asked, noticing the scentless spray and the faint mist filling the air. He looked up, his eyes catching the moonlight with a hint of blue. “It’s a scent masker. Helps keep our presence here unnoticed. I used it whenever I wanted some alone time and needed to avoid detection.”

I pressed my lips in a thin line. Thirty minutes later and she's still turning my head from one position to another. “Are you done?” I asked feeling tired. “Just give me a minute” she sprayed something on my face. “What's that Yasmin?” “Calm down sis, it's called setting spray. It is used after you're through with your makeup. A finishing touch to your makeup, okay done” she clapped her hands together. I watched myself in the mirror, Masha Allah. indeed I looked different.

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 found disposable wipes and wiped them off and I was about to trash it when I noticed something in the trash can dangling and the cover, it appears that it didn't enter into it well. It caught my attention, it was a satchet of Blonde hair dye. I used the wipes to pick it up and examined it very well. It was blonde hair dye. But why would Leexy be using a blonde hair dye? she's already naturally blonde. "Where you able to get it out?", she asked from outside, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Uhm, yes I did", I said trashing everything completely and washing my hands. I decided not to think much about it, it's nothing.

Skyler didn't expect that what he had struggled with for so long, was not actually that difficult when he started doing it. Looking at the bloodstains remaining on the ground not far away, she stood still for a while before taking off the spray head and rushing towards that splash of red. The bright red color was soaked in a large amount of water and immediately disappeared without a trace. Outside, Raiden leaned against the head of the bed, casually covering himself with just a corner of the blanket. After the previous excitement, Peach Blossom stared blankly at the scene on the LCD screen. In my mind, I was recalling the scene just now...

"This is a poison. If anyone keeps drinking this for, let's say… eight months to one and a half years, depending on when they started, and depending on the dose given—and the person's immune system—if luck isn't on their side, they won't even remember how to breathe. The person's heart will just... stop. And it will look like a natural brain failure." I gripped the paper. I looked at the list of chemicals. The names were long and complex, but the result was simple. "Wolf’s Bane extract—does it bleach?" I asked. "Nope. It doesn't. Not alone. "But with this…" she pointed at a text on the paper, "…and this mixed together, it bleaches. Or gives the bleach effect. Why do you ask?" "Nothing," I sa