I Made A Bloody Mess In The Kitchen Sink นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Disappear. The idea was loud and wrong and it still felt like a door that could open if I put my hand on it. I forced my eyes away and walked to the small bathroom at the back of the site. The tap sputtered and the water ran brown then clear. I scrubbed my arms and the sauce stained sink. I raked my fingers through my hair until the last bit of bone and gum slid away. It stung. I did not stop. I watched the water carry the mess into the drain and told myself to breathe.

Xenia bashfully admitted holding the faucet up. “The fuck, are you secretly She-Hulk?” I blinked as I took it from her. “Never mind. I’ll turn the water off.” I shook my head, getting under the sink to turn off the water. Zeus and Tinkerbell were still yelping as they tried to get to their feet and kept slipping. Okay, that was funny. But the fact that I went from making out with a hot chick to sitting on the floor, wet AGAIN, isn’t. The damage was already done, and I’m going to spend the afternoon fixing the sink and cleaning the kitchen.

"And what is wrong with the manner with which I spoke about the Alpha? He is my cousin, you know!" I kept mute, observing and thinking of what to do next, wondering how that came about. I took a quick glance at the place, "My goodness!" I screamed. It was a kitchen, and then, the water faucet was on and everywhere was way flooded like a swimming pool. "What have I done…? How did I do all these..? The entire kitchen was so much in a mess that anyone who entered wasn't pleased at all. The bucket man, Jasminna, came in and saw the Hazzard done and left almost immediately. Then I saw something strange, which I had never seen in my life. Though, Belletta gave me a brief some time ago.

Scarlett When I got the chance to show gratitude, I was at the dish pit cleaning up the last set of dishes with hands that were shaking so much from the cold. I had lost feeling in my fingers from how long my hand had been in the water. And goddess, the sink had to be designed in an old fashioned way. Why? To make our suffering sting harder?

No need to panic. If only gaslighting myself was easier. This was a disaster. The hand soap made a spluttering sound as I squirted some on my hand. I tried my best to keep the mess in the sink. My torso was stained with blood as well and I grabbed a towel and wiped it off. Fuck! This place looked like a crime scene. Someone would genuinely believe that I attempted to kill this man. No. I couldn't think about that now. Now wasn't the time for that.

I looked up, "Nah I just use the sink," but then he looked like he didn't get the joke, "Obviously. Down the corridor to your right," "Right thanks," I grabbed the plates standing up, might as well clean up. We made quite a mess, a mini food fight every time one of us had to cough up money. Maybe I should steal some money from his pile. No, bad Violet. I disposed all the foodn into the bin placing the plates in the kitchen.