Flash Step Bleach Novels & Stories

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”

I stuttered, heart ramming within me. “I’m saying, “Aunt Molly began calmly, “despite the Launch,” she continued painfully slow, my heart beat racing wildly from within me, “Julie-James and Flair Mag to be specific have chosen you as one of the top 3 finalists.” My jaw dropped, feeling as if I was being reborn, my hands shaking as I released a loud scream hand in my hair like a mad woman, eyes wide as I looked at my Aunt, “ ME?! THEY WANT ME?!” I screeched. I had long made peace with it being over but I was still in the game.

It won't cure them—it will burn their respiratory tracts to ash. Elena took a half-step forward, her submissive posture slipping for a fraction of a second. "Lady Tanya," she murmured softly, keeping her voice low so only her rival could hear. "The ambient temperature is too low for a flash boil. The sulfur will oxidize. You must reverse the ratio and use a cold-press dampening technique, or the compound will turn into a lethal acid."

How was that possible?! Flora stared at him with her eyes widened in disbelief. The head of Silky Skin's brand department... actually came to see Jessica. "Miss Bush, how's the shoot going on? I am here to work out the schedule. We are ready, so you can just come and shoot when it's convenient for you. The person in charge said respectfully. For Jessica's convenience, Silky Skin set up the shoot in the shed next to Talent League. "It may take a while. I'll ask the director."

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.

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.