Drop The Soap Novels & Stories

“You’re four. This is desperate adult territory.” “Someday,” she mutters, staring sadly at the latte icon. I turn on the faucet at the sink. “Hands.” She lifts both hands, green and blue paint dried between her fingers. I work the soap over them, white foam swallowing the color, some of it still clinging around her nails. Poppy wiggles her fingers under the water, splashing a little onto my blouse. “My attack is valid,” she says, completely sincere. “Just wait until you see my will. All inheritance will be reduced because of this soap incident,” I reply dryly.

I’ve come to far to let go but with the stress from these recent events, the thoughts run wild. I lather myself up with milky fragrant soap, thinking of the options before me. I could do the flower thing, move on with my life but then, those are my kids. I know I was paid to birth them but, I pushed them into this world and I can’t let go. The slippery soap suddenly escapes from my grasp, tumbling through the air before landing with a soft thud on the bathroom floor. Frustration bubbles up within me as I watch it settle there, its white, rectangular form now pressed on its sides.

I had decided that I would not cry over spilled milk but the emotions I had locked up in my heart were starting to spill. I’M SURE SEAN WILL BE CELEBRATING THAT HE FINALLY GOT RID OF YOU!! GET RID OF YOURSELF TOO! NO ONE WANTS YOU! DON’T YOU GET IT? YOUR MOTHER LEFT YOU BECAUSE YOU WERE A DISGRACE! YOUR FATHER GAVE YOU TO HIS ENEMY TO GET MARRIED TO HIS SON! - SOPHIA I AM SURE YOU MUST HAVE THOUGHT THAT DREY AND DADDY WERE FRIENDS? Tada! YOU WERE JUST A MEANS TO AN END, GLORY!- SOPHIA

No way in hell was I not going to take offense to him calling me that even if he didn't outright say it. I wasn't really pissed about the fact that he lied to me about the number of items he slipped into the bleached guy's pocket or that he doesn't trust me but the fact that he insulted my character by calling me a blabbermouth was vexing. I wouldn't be in the position I was now by being loose-lipped, then he would have found out that I had gone back to do a thorough check-up on Dickson - though bleached guy suited him better - after we had initially left and found out he had also slipped in EULS device which the master had ordered me to leave.

They were excited to distribute soap to have an excuse to meet pretty girls in town. However, Alex had to face his mother's anger after discovering that his expensive perfume bought from Paris was used up by Alex. After that, Alex had to find another ingredient to replace the expensive perfume as the base for his soap fragrance. He once tried to extract the scent core himself following the instructions in a blending book but gave up due to the lengthy process. He preferred buying ready-made perfume cores and simply mixing them. One day, a friend of Jackson's asked about the soap-making process in the backyard. Alex could hear their conversation from the upper floor of his room. "Wow, your yo

Sophia was indignant and shouted, "This is illegal occupancy! I know the law! This is my father's house. I'm the heir! You have no right to kick me out!" A basin of water was poured out, drenching Sophia. "Oh, sorry, got you wet. But don’t worry, the water isn't poisonous; it won’t hurt you. Though it might smell a bit unpleasant..." A foul odor emanated from Sophia, causing everyone to cover their noses and step back several meters. Sophia was trembling with anger. "What did you pour on me?" The woman shrugged. "Nothing much, you know. Our facilities are old, the drains often get clogged, and I just cleaned the toilet..."

The crib was empty, and everything was gone. Even our wedding portrait had been taken down. The room held nothing of mine except the faint trace of my scent still lingering on the pillow. Every sign that I had ever existed in this house had been erased. I had been desperate enough to wipe away every last trace, to leave him with nothing to hold onto. Jasper slid down the side of the bed and crumpled onto the floor, clutching the pillow to his chest. His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face.

I suppressed a laugh and nodded. "Vexen! Dear, don't worry. Our washroom is so clean. I, myself, cleaned the washroom with the soap. The soap is very famous here and it is the most expensive soap here. Do you know, it is all in one soap? We take a bath with it, wash dishes, and clean houses. It smells so nice. You have to use that and—"

* She put the flowers in a coffee mug on the workbench and she didn't reply. The mug was one Sal had given her years ago, white ceramic, chipped at the rim, with the words "GAS, GRASS, OR ASS" printed on the side in faded red letters, a joke from a generation that thought that was funny. Dani had kept it because Sal had given it to her, and she used it for everything, coffee, pens, loose bolts, and now wildflowers from a boy she'd thrown out of the shop. The flowers looked absurd in it, the purple spilling over the chipped rim, and she left them there anyway, because she didn't know what else to do with flowers that had arrived without a return address and a card that said take it back.

“And then we’ll see how long you last before you beg me to fuck you for real.” Sofia took a deep breath, trying to regain control. The water continued to fall over them, hot, almost scalding. She picked up the sponge again, but her hands were shaking. The bath was far from over. And both of them knew that what had started there wouldn’t end with water and soap.