I Made A Bloody Mess In The Kitchen Sink Novels & Stories

Therefore I head downstairs early, to locate the kitchen and make myself a drink. With my mind’s attention elsewhere I spill the juice, completely drenching the kitchen surface. Grabbing a cloth I wipe the beige work top only to look up and find a female staring at me. And judging by her frown, she didn’t appreciate me making a mess of her pristine workspace. “Sorry, I’ll get out of your way…” I move quickly to leave no traces of my presence and get out of the room as her eyes glaze over, no doubt checking on my identity.

I couldn't detect any emotion from his words. "I'm just distracted by the mess." The floor and some parts of the table had purple liquid. My sandwich had rolled out of the bag, and other kitchen utensils had been used in the past week. It was primarily cups and mugs. This was not a side I wanted him to see. "I almost died." I waved my hand in the air. It was nothing. Not as vital as me trying to explain what I wanted. "I'm fine now." "Are you sure? Your neck is all red and you have purple goo all over your face."

I needed to show the Alpha that I was not a useless mutt. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the kitchen air, as the music echoed. I danced as I made food. As I turned around to place the pan of bacon on the table I was startled when I saw Logan standing behind me. The pan dropped to the ground and the bacon and its oils splattered all over the floor. Some even fell onto my skin, giving me burn wounds. “Shit! Are you all right?” “I’m-“ I bend down to quickly clean up the mess that I had made. But, sadly my eyes started to get watery.

It looks like a dead trunk of a tree. " What is happening to me? " I whispered to myself while trying to peel off the ugly outer part of my skin. My hands trembled as I began to twist the sink knob but I was almost startled when it's beginning to pop out from its place. " Fuck! Fuck!" What have I done?" I uttered in great surprise. Waters began to splash into my face excessively because I destroyed my faucet sink. " What happened to my hands? Why I exerted too much force today? " I mumbled.

Dammit. With stunning speed, I transform the kitchen into a dazzling spectacle, ensuring every inch is orderly and visually striking. Viktor has an intense dread of encountering any clutter in his beloved cooking space, and I refuse to launch his birthday festivities on anything but a high note. Working deftly, I purify the countertops and discreetly drop the cleaning cloth into the sink, with the intention of hand washing it later. Cutting through any lingering litter and skillfully repositioning any disused utensils, I leave no stone unturned in my quest for kitchen perfection.

I scolded myself as I watched the sink turn a crimson colour. I scrunched up my nose, knowing I'd have to thoroughly disinfect and scrub the sink before I continued with the maids. "I'm fine," I said to them with a smile. I turned off the tap once the bleeding subsided and took a paper towel from the top of the cabinet and pressed it against my bleeding finger. I'd have to go get the first aid box to prevent any infections from spreading. I felt the urge to scream in annoyance. I was going to help out but I ruined it all. I didn't know why the kitchen hates me so much.

As if no one had been in this room for hours. And Aden had just come out of this very same kitchen. I walked over to the other side of the room, where the wash basins are against the wall. My hand rose up the counter and halted. There was a black streak along the edge of the sink. I leaned in closer, my breath stuck. It wasn't wine. It wasn't sauce. It was blood. It wasn't so prominent as it was only but a few drops. The view unsettled me. Why the blood, dirty, here in this particular place? The maids were clean, they never left dirty things exposed.

I opened the door, and soon I could hear the sound of water being muffled by the pot, which thank heavens was still there fighting to hold on to the life of my kitchen, with its steel shield. - Sorry for the mess, I haven't managed to tidy up yet, please be careful not to slip. - I said trying to be nice, even though I knew his shoes wouldn't allow such things, I led him to my sink while I noticed my floor was all wet, I would only have more work to do, it seemed like this would never end.

Sewers like disgusting smell filled the mansion we all kept clean every single day. “Oh my fucking goddess! What the fuck just happened? Who died in the kitchen?” I screamed loudly, throwing my back on the ground. I pulled the padding of my bra out and covered my mouth and my nose with it. I walked toward the kitchen and found Solana standing there, covered in green gooey stuff that also covered the whole kitchen.

"And clean that floor." Sitting naked in her own blood, Mika looked up at Kai. "Well you heard the man, clean up your mess," Kai demanded. 'My mess?' she thought. "But... I... I'm naked," Mika protested. "So?" Kai shrugged. "Cleaning products are under the sink." As Mika cleaned she tried to retain what little dignity she could, but ended up slipping on the mixture of blood and water, sliding flat onto her face. A pair of trainers appeared in her eyeline.