La Totally Awesome Bleach Novels & Stories

For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget. I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.” The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles and mildew. I worked quickly, fingers gloved and precise, painting over every traitorous strand until I was satisfied. I watched as the brown vanished, repla

Lance asked, following me down to the hospital as we spoke. “It’s not something that you will understand if I explain with words,” I said nervously. The image of his drawer flashed in my head again and my smile got brighter. “Try me,” he insisted. “Okay, he poured bleach on his mate’s clothes. Trying to fix his mess and entire problem he went online to look for a solution and he saw where they asked him to use soda. Then he poured soda all over his drawer,” I said it all in one breath. Lance took a second to comprehend but then he said, “What?!”

Too clean. The scent of bleach hits me first—sharp, chemical, stinging the inside of my nose. Antiseptic lingers heavily behind it, mixing into something cold and clinical. All the blood from earlier? Gone. The mess? Gone. The chaos? Erased so thoroughly you’d think the violence was nothing more than a bad dream. Except it wasn’t. And the two bandaged women in the living room are proof.

He found a tainted scent leaving the bush, doused in bleach water. The bleach water was actually helping him to follow the trail easier now that she had changed into someone else’s clothes. Then she must have run out of bleach water, because the tainted trail continued without the bleach scent. He was impressed with her plan; she did it so well, so far. He was proud of her accomplishments; he could see them getting along like a house on fire. “Hey, Dale?” He called in mind link. “What?” He all but snarled with annoyance.

I didn’t know what design, or style that the tailor had made because I told her that any style and design is alright, as long as it would fit me. Aisie also hired our stylist, make-up artist for later. The event is still at four o'clock, and we will start arranging at about two o'clock later. I felt the cellphone in my hand vibrated so I instantly opened it. I smiled when I saw the message from Xalent. From Xalent: Good morning, Miss beautiful. Be beautiful tonight, Mrs. Claus. I just pouted and held back a smile because of what I read. I hold back myself thinking of replying to his message, I shouldn't care about him. He makes me cranky, he is playing me like a ball because when he's done d

White asked June whose dirty thoughts assumed something else that she had a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Mr. White lessened his tie before raising his eyebrows directly at the blush on June's face. "Hot weather allergies." she said in embarrassment trying to defend the last sane part of herself. "Okay." Was all he said before placing his hands on the table, clamped together leaning in his eyes focused on June who magically felt the air becoming too thick to breathe through her little nose

Matthew and Ian must have carried this monstrous thing up the stairs, a job that would’ve been impossible for a couple of normal human men, and challenging even for two tall alpha werewolves. “I got it used, I’m sorry,” Matthew was saying, sounding adorably worried. “I bleached the fuck out of it, though. Nate used some magic to make sure it was ‘molecular-level clean,’ whatever that means. It’s — it’s kind of big, but I thought you — do you like it?” My brain seemed to have stalled out. So had my mouth. I opened and closed it a few times like a landed fish.

Ella nods. “I am not doing that!” I exclaim. “Oh yes, you are,” Lana grabs my arm. “Drink your coffee. Our first stop is anal bleaching, so get your sexy ass upstairs and in the shower. Wear something with easy access.” “Anal bleaching? Please tell me that is something else and not what it sounds like,” I gulp. “It's exactly what it sounds like. We're gonna get that asshole of yours waxed and bleached. No man wants to look at a dark, depressing sinkhole when they are giving anal. It should look very inviting,” Ella winks.

“Tyler overexaggerates.” “I’m fifty-three,” Tyler told Aislen. “Does it look like an exaggeration to you?” She raised her eyebrows. “No.” “We should go,” Talen’s change of subject wasn’t discrete. “Tyler…” “I’ll get out the bleach,” Tyler nodded. “I know the routine.” “You do this often?” Aislen was astonished and starting to get a little worried.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."