Funny Bleach Novels & Stories

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 say as I punch the wall in frustration. I have to think of something. “Bleach.” I say to myself with a smile. I could use bleach since I don’t have the drug I wanted to use. Injecting someone with it or drinking it could lead to death. This is the only choice I have. I exit the room and I look around for a maintenance closet, somewhere where things like bleach are kept. I walk down the stairs and I can hear Robert’s footsteps as he continues his search. The silence in the house is deafening. Everybody has gone, even the rest of the guards.

I felt a shiver trail down my spine as the cold sticky glue ran down from my hair, bathing me slowly in glue. “ Hahaha this is so fun!!!! ” Lena laughed maniacally as she threw the half empty tin on me and grabbed another as she continues to bath me in glue. “Tell me you have this on video ” she called out to all those behind her. “ Currently streaming!! ” I sat in the thick glue and confetti as I felt so weak to do anything rather trying my best not to cry. “ That's enough. ” It all went silent as a rare voice whispered as the air felt heavy with bloodlust.

The scratch of her morning stubble and the warmth of her breath made Chloe shriek with laughter, squirming to get away from the tickling sensation. "Stop, stop! The bacon is going to burn!" Chloe yelled through her giggles. The word burn instantly triggered Thalia’s internal chef alarm. She vanished from Chloe’s side in a blur of motion, grabbing a fork just in time to flip the deeply browned, perfectly crispy bacon before it crossed the line into charcoal. Chloe leaned against the fridge, catching her breath, her heart racing from the sheer, unfiltered joy of the moment. She wiped the bit of butter off her nose with the back of her wrist, watching Thalia meticulously move the bacon to a pap

Blanche shouted, about to run to the seashore "Blanche!" Aerith's brow raised while holding a can of beer when she saw Blanche. The Captain paused and looked at her back. There, Aerith's walking towards her, swaying from side to side, unable to maintain her steadiness. The Captain runs towards her and helps Aerith. "What the hell did you do? Why'd you drink?" Aerith laughs and pushes away Blanche. "Don't," She simply said while her right pointer finger was swaying like saying, "No, don't touch me."

Alex bangs his head on the kitchen counter while Reighly giggles at his dramatic act. “Why do I live here?” Alex says to himself. “Because you love us.” I tell him. I hear him mumble something and laugh at him. I see Kane, Darryn, and Brett walk into the main room. Darryn’s face is red from coughing. Kane and Brett look horrified. This makes me laugh even harder. Brett actually looks like he might vomit. Aaron comes out carrying the tiny pair of thong underwear and all three of the guys actually blush. It is to cute. I hear Burton hysterically laughing all the way in their workroom. Burton has a very distinct laugh. By distinct I mean he sounds like a fucking hyena. It is so ove

I hurried out the door and leapt into my tiny little sedan, driving off to my high school. As I got to the school literally the first person I saw was my best friend Lily, right next to her motorcycle. I smiled and ran up to her. “I can't believe your parents actually let you bring Baby to school!” I commented excitedly. Baby was what Lily had named her bike. It might not have been the most creative, but it got the emotion pretty clearly across. Lily loved Baby like it was, well, her baby.

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.

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

I find myself once again sitting in the familiar white leather recliner chair. This place was terrible. The smell of bleach always burnt my nose, it was so sterile. Almost as if they were trying to hide the blood shed they had caused. It freighted me, what did they do in here that required the place to be cleaned so thoroughly, the smell of bleach was consuming. I could only imagine the un-imaginable things they were doing to some of the people here on their visits. I had learnt very early on the only way to survive here is to stay out of trouble and lie.