Quotes Scrubs Novels & Stories

How close I came to death, how close Giovanni had been at death’s door. Soap spilled through my hands, bubbling and foaming as I lathered my hands. I scrubbed the grime that had embedded in my skin, the hardened crimson dirt that lined my finger nails. I scrubbed and scraped at my fingers and hands, trying to rid the murky residue. No amount of water and soap seemed to be able to remove the scarlett muddiness.

Scar locked the door turning to Cindy who was a crying mess on the floor,her dress rumpled,tears ruining her face,which is now streaked with mascara. “Let me go this minute” She ordered her voice shaking. “Yes I will,it's all in your hands,let's try this” Scar said softly, turning on the tap she watched the bathtub fill up slowly. She grabbed Cindy by the hair again, pushing her head in the water. Cindy thrashed uselessly,it was fruitless Scar's grip was firm. “Let's play a game,rules very simple,I ask you a question,you tell me the truth I let you go,if you don't you learn to breathe under water”

Brooke bounced up and down, fucking me with her jugs. Her tits felt amazing wrapped around my boner. She released my cock from her tits and rubbed it on them. My cock leaked pre-cum and she coated her boobs with my lubricant. “Rub my head on your nipples,” I said. Brooke did as I said and rubbed the head of my cock over her hard nipples. Brooke tried to force one of her nipples into the opening of my cock. It felt so good.

I rub the rocks with my thumb, and I can see they are very pretty, “Thank you, Ryan. This one here is rose quartz, and the other is Fairburn Agate. I’ll clean them up, and you won’t believe how pretty they will be.” His eyes widen, “Really! Can you show me?” I chuckle, “Yes, no problem, I will show you soon, OK.” He’s a mini version of his father. He’s a little older than Easton and at least two, maybe three years older than the twins.

I crawled quietly out of the bag and rushed up to my room and got my makeup kit, I returned downstairs and they were still sleeping. I started first with Erick, I painted his cheeks with mascara and added lipstick on his lips messing up his face. I did same with Jack and Jace. And for Stacey creamy cheese on both her palms. I giggled and went to the kitchen. I filled a bucket with cold water and went back to them.

I let out a deep breath, losing myself in the water before taking the soap, scrubbing my body down with it. I had this habit of scrubbing my body with soap several times in the shower, and it usually takes about an hour until I felt clean enough to go. Abbie tried to stop me once, but no matter what I do I keep scrubbing my body until the skin turned red. Because no matter what, every time I look at my body, I feel disgusted. It was hideous. Scars stretched down my legs. There was a multitude of them as if Dexter had branded them into my body, reminding me that I will and always belong to him.

The contact made her freeze mid-step, and I forced out the words through heavy, uneven breaths. “I’m fine,” I rasped, voice tight with embarrassment and pain. “Please. Let’s pretend this never happened. Erase it. Burn it from memory.” Every nerve in my spine screamed in protest as I shifted, trying to find a position that didn’t feel like torture. My hand reached behind me and fumbled with something poking into my lower back—soft but persistent. The offending item turned out to be a pink back scrubber, absurdly fluffy and completely out of place in my current state. I tossed it aside with a grimace and looked up at Elysia.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

"The short knife... did you leave it in the slush?" Michael didn't answer with words. He reached into the side of his leather boot, pulling out a second, smaller bone-handled scraper—the kind the stable boys used to clear the winter ice from the horses' hocks. The metal was dull, rusted at the hilt, but the point was still narrow enough to fit between the limestone mortar lines.

If they see a single smudge, I'll tell the Alpha you're being insubordinate again. Valerie didn't argue. She dropped to her knees on the cold stones. The rough granite bit into her skin, but she didn't flinch. She dipped the wire brush into the lye water and began to scrub. The chemical fumes stung her eyes, mixing with the sweat dripping down her face. Look at her go, Marcus laughed, leaning against the gatepost. From the pack healer to a driveway scrubber. Hey, Valerie, missed a spot right by my boot. Bring that brush over here.