La's Totally Awesome Cleaner With Bleach Novels & Stories

I ignored the pains between my legs and proceeded to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me to avoid him walking on me. He might have his way with me here in the bathroom again. I was not ready for that. I might pass out. I grabbed the second toothbrush and made use of it. Turning on the shower, I stood underneath and washed myself. I took a soft sponge and did the necessary scrubbing. I washed myself and stared at my swollen eyes in the mirror. I washed my hair and after a few minutes, I was done.

The scent of cleaning chemicals hit first—sharp, artificial, erasing every trace of what had been there before. Theo parked, killed the engine, and got out. I followed. Martha stirred awake, blinking groggily before realizing where she was. “Home!” she squealed, wriggling in her seat. Theo opened the back door and lifted her out, balancing her easily on one arm as she clung to him. I trailed behind them up the steps and through the front door. Everything gleamed—the floors, the walls, the spotless glass of the windows. The metallic scent of bleach was thick enough to make my throat sting.

Tossing him into the raging fire has Ares howling with vindication. Together we watch as the flames engulf him, Fletcher adding fuel to the fire. The heat and scent of smoldering flesh making my nose twitch. The pungent fragrance will be stuck in there for forever. Once most of the body has burned away, we head back inside. Taking the hose from the wall, I turn the faucet on, watching as red water flows into the drain stuck in the middle of the floor. Gathering the weapons off the table, Fletcher wraps up the unused weaponry, taking the used ones into the other room with the sink. Coming back in, he holds a bottle of bleach and a mop. Handing me the mop, he dumps the contents while I scrub t

THE RETURN ~TATE'S POV~ I was angry-cleaning. It is a specific type of cleaning. It involves a lot of bleach, aggressive scrubbing, and pop music played at a volume that probably violates the Geneva Convention. I was at "The Safehouse"—the off-campus apartment Mathias had bought under a shell company name because he didn't trust dorm security. It was sleek, modern, and currently smelled like lemons and rage. I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing a scuff mark on the baseboards. I was wearing one of Mathias's old black t-shirts and nothing else.

"Sanitation protocols engaged. Release the Cleaners." "Cleaners?" Hayley squeaked. "That sounds... helpful?" "It's not," Jack grabbed her arm. "Run!" At the far end of the factory floor, huge bay doors slid open. Steam poured out, followed by the sound of skittering metal. The "Cleaners" emerged. They were spider-like automatons, the size of compact cars, with four razor-sharp legs and a central chassis loaded with industrial cleaning equipment—if you considered flamethrowers and circular saws to be cleaning equipment.

Then, she pointed at me and said, "But Dad, she's so dirty. Look, she's stained this beautiful carpet. The smell of blood is so disgusting. She's ruined my good mood!" Dad tensed up immediately because his daughter was upset. "Don't be mad, sweetheart. If she’s dirty, I’ll make her clean!" He made a phone call. Soon, a huge transparent crystal bathtub was carried to the center of the banquet hall. Then, the servants brought in bucket after bucket of a highly corrosive cleaning agent. They poured all of it into the bathtub without hesitation. Finally, a pet grooming team walked in with hard metal brushes and high-pressure water guns.

Gloves, cleaning mask, SaniPath disinfecting spray, SaniPath disinfecting wipes for glass surfaces, PathOdorizer -Odour eliminating solution, microfiber duster for dust mites and cobwebs. What the hell! Is Sinister changing our cleaning supplies? I questioned myself. I asked Maxwell to drive me to the nearest Walmart, so I could pick up the items. I delivered them to Sinister before 11:30 am. “Here you go, sir. The items you requested." I deposited the bag next to his desk. He didn't even acknowledge my presence. I turned and departed his office. I leaned against the door frame and drew a deep breath when I heard him talking to himself.

He piles the bedding by the washing machine along with everything else. Ash was gathering everything she could have touched and washing it. Binning a few items that would be easier to replace. Kai grabs a multi surface cleanser and several cloths and starts making his way around their home. The sooner this is done, the better. A few minutes later Charlie and Serena come up, Ash lets them in and backs away from the door without a word to continue cleaning.

It has several paintings of old paintings around the office, the room has huge curtains, in case he decides to cover the huge glass walls and a large bookcase with books, with some objects for decoration. I stop looking at everything and start cleaning up on the floor. I soak the mop and start to go all over the white floor, the place is not dirty, the cleaning is more to take the foot stains that are on the floor. After scrubbing the whole floor, I take a squeegee that absorbs all the water and start to pass through the floor with a little disinfectant. These squeegees that absorb water are everything to me, they are perfect and make life easier for housewives. When the floor is dry, I take

Jim said that he was always the sort of man who would run from his problems, and that included his family. Everly sprayed the counters down with the cleaner they’d bought just for that purpose, and the strong scent of bleach and ammonia hit her lungs. She would rather smell that than the musty, mildew smell that had been filling her nose with every breath since she walked into the room. She used a cloth from the set of three they’d bought to wipe it off and then moved to the stove. She wished she knew whether or not it would work before she decided to clean it, but she had nothing better to do.