Quotes Scrubs Novels & Stories

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.

She grabbed a handful of harsh, industrial soap, the kind that smelled like lemon and bleach, and scrubbed the wound violently. 'Hide the scent! Hide the healing!' she chanted in her mind repeatedly. She scrubbed until the wound stung, hoping the chemical smell of the soap would overpower the scent of her blood. Alex was there a second later. He didn't run, but he closed the distance between the both of them in two strides. He grabbed a wad of paper towels and reached for her hand again. "Stop scrubbing the wound harshly," he said, his voice low. "You'll only make it worse and start bleeeding out again." he said to her scoldingly.

He clutched his trembling Pomeranian tightly to his chest and turned to walk away unsteadily. Dexter still wasn't satisfied, so he turned back and dragged his key along the car, scraping off the paint and exposing the primer underneath. I crouched down and aimed my phone at the scratch before snapping a photo. Dexter kicked my phone away with a loud clatter. "What do you think you're taking pictures of? Who gave you the guts to do that? Do you think I'm scared of you calling the cops? Go ahead!" Just then, Jim Griffin, the property manager of the complex, walked over. His beer belly jiggled with each step. "What's going on? Why are you two arguing this early in the morning?"

Disgusted with the way my mouth feels. "Lucky for you! Rachel, Tori and I have our jack pot mouth cleaning space. " Gabby replies pulling me to my feets by my wrist. She leads me to a part of the room where the wall is leaking clean water. "Now this is where it gets weird." She says handing me a stick. I stare at it in confussion. " It serves as a brush and it's very effective! I'd use it if I were you. Low key, flies seem to flee when you speak." Gabby replies.

he asked. "Mum!" Scarlett shouted, almost shattering her eardrums. Sam appeared from the toilet, wielding a toilet brush, spray bleach and wearing bright pink rubber gloves and a pair of knickers to hold her hair back. "It's not a good time, Rob," Sam said with a sympathetic smile.

Subsequently, he employs the handheld shower head to thoroughly rinse off the lather from her body, continuing until every trace of it dissolves, each motion a tribute to thoroughness, leaving her pristine. Blaze extracts a facial scrub from its protective packaging. With reverence, he enlists soap, and with precision, he ventures on a purposeful journey across the contours of her face. The rhythmic scrubbing was almost ceremonial, a tactile expression of the care he invested. He washes away the remnants of lather, leaving her countenance refreshed. His devotion to hygiene and well-being spoke volumes through each gesture. Her body's contours became the canvas on which he paints a portrait o

With her eyes resting on the fire, she use her nails to scratch the spot he ahd kissed and blood was forming on the red line her nails had continually and roughly dragged. A gently door losing behind her didn’t faze her one bit. She felt a shadow lingering behind her. “Thank you, Khalid. I didn’t think you would take such a long time to call Ambrose.” “He was asleep. No wolf like to be disturbed when he sleeps.” Zara smiled. She relax back on the chair and speak eerily. “Prepare the water. I want it to scorch me.” “Are you sure?” Khalid’s voice becomes sad. “His touch feels like thousands of insects are running down my body. I need to get it off me. I feel dirty.”

she said pointing at his cheek, he touched his cheeks causing more to smear. “ You are adding more she said almost grinning at the look on his face. “Here?” He asked dusting his hands on a dish rag and touching his face again. “Yes! You're almost done, on the left, now on the left” She snap when he touched his eyes. He looked at her raising one of his brows. "sorry sir" she added akwardly. "Why don't you help me out?" He asked dropping his hands. " it will be alot more easier" he added when she did not reply.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

The guy looking back at me had tired eyes and marks on his neck that I had not noticed before. I turned on the shower and let the water run hot while I grabbed the scrub brush from the shelf. When I stepped under the spray it stung against my skin but I did not care. I took the brush and started scrubbing at the spots on my hips where their hands had gripped too tight. The bristles dug in hard and turned my skin red but I kept going because I needed to get rid of every trace they left behind. “Come on,” I whispered to myself as I moved the brush across my chest and down my arms. “Get it off. All of it.” My voice sounded rough in the small space and I scrubbed faster at the marks on my thighs