Novel & Cerita Dirty Laundry

There was a possibility she'd left the room for God knows what. The whole damn house stank with blood. There were many lifeless bodies on the ground as well. We'd managed to eliminate a lot of them. The ones who were unlucky enough to still be alive were downstairs in the basement, locked up and waiting for my wrath. The door to my office came in sight as I heard my phone ring. I was irritated. I wasn't in the mood to speak with anyone, but I saw that it was one of the guys at the warehouse who monitored most of my goods.

It had been a horrible week for Emma but the bleeding was finally done with and even though she was not in the right mental state to get back to work, she had run out of all excuses. She grabbed a bucket and her cleaning towels and began heading down the stairs, keeping her free hand on the railings. Whatever Carol had given to her had been very effective, but also possibly very dangerous. She still felt dizzy, and she still felt the jolting pain occasionally, it was as if her insides were burning.

“I love that kinky shit! Piss on me, in me, whatever. Bite me, scratch me, spank me…I’m going to get hard again, just thinking about it.” We get up and strip the bed, then place the soiled sheets in the dirty laundry and then get fresh linens to make the bed after the mattress protector dries. Thankfully, it is waterproof. We can wipe with wet clothes and mild detergent then let it dry. We shower and put our clothes on. Unfortunately, this means a new shirt for Tristan. I really liked that shirt on him, but it was between me and his sexy body.

"I went to put on some clean shorts, but all of them are dirty. I have to do some laundry just to have shorts to wear! You must think I'm such a slob, letting my dirty laundry pile up like this." The hamper was indeed full, but the way they smiled and laughed let me know they didn't mind. Their eyes followed me as I headed out through the kitchen and started my laundry. It turned me on to saunter past them again and see the arousal in their expressions. I snagged a clean undershirt and pulled it over my head as I walked back out my bedroom door, but I knew that shirt was really tight. I acted surprised, but again they didn't seem to mind.

My hands pressed into the wood, my knuckles white, as I whispered a frantic prayer. “Lord, cleanse me. Wash this filth out of my mind. I am Yours. I am not this woman. I am not.” But my body… my body wouldn’t stop trembling. Because the truth? For one wild, reckless second… I liked what I saw. I grabbed the phone again and my thumbs flew across the screen. Gloria: Don’t you ever send me something like that again. This is disgusting, sinful. You need repentance, not this filth.

She endured it all alone for months. My blood shot eyes flew to the stain on her uniform. It looked like she had tried to wash it clean, but the stubborn grease had refused to come off. The stain dragged from one side of her uniform collar down her body, leaving a stain on the front and back. What on earth did the brat spill on her. “Sara, for the last time, who did that?” “Lucas please, it's nothing. We were just playing around and…” “Sara!!!”

Elena wiped the grease from her hands on her apron, the cheap fabric clinging to her sweat-damp skin. The diner noise buzzed around her, clattering plates, tired laughter from the late crowd but all she could hear was the pounding in her chest. The hospital bill sat folded in her pocket like a lead weight. Another round of chemo. Another ten thousand dollars she didn’t have. Her phone buzzed. She pulled it out under the counter, heart sinking at the new notification. *Final notice.*

I walk into my room, pick up my dirty clothes, and consider cleaning the blanket as well. I picked up the blanket and decided to clean it as well; I went downstairs because that's where the washing machine is. I opened it, placed the dirty clothes inside, and poured water on it. I then set the timer and sat down on a chair to wait while using my phone to check social media.

Plus, because earlier I did a slide to reach the base, almost all of my blue and white uniform was covered in brown stains. I entered my house carrying a bag containing dirty clothes and shoes. I stepped into the laundry room and took out my dirty clothes and shoes from the bag. Aunt Myers would probably complain again when she saw these. Therefore, I decided to rinse them with water for a while before she came. I turned on the water from the faucet to the bucket containing my clothes. My gaze was blankly focused on the strong stream of water. I swallowed nervously. How could I not? Our team lost again, for the fourth time!

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."