Senna Bleach Novels & Stories

Senna I used to think my brain was a box with a locked lid. I liked the lock because it kept me safe and let me do my work. But tonight, the lock just fell off and everything inside came pouring out. "It is just a ritual blend," I said to the empty infirmary. I was talking to the bowl of herbs on my table. I talk to myself when the room is too quiet. "The pack member asked for it. Cedar, dried petals, and that one special root. It shouldn't smell like this."

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

They nodded and flipped papers about each of the products as I continued, "Our green tea, and pomegranate cleanser for acne-prone and sensitive skin. The Lemon, honey and chamomile cleanser, for semi-dry to combination skin, as well as to achieve glowy radiant skin. The citrus combo cleanser that includes, grapefruit and orange, made for oily or combination skin plus for adding extra exfoliation to produce clear skin. Our aloe vera and cucumber cleanser made for cooling down and soothing the skin, for all types, specifically sensitive. Blueberry and mint cleanser for damaged skin, and bringing back the original brightness, giving a youthful glowing skin. And finally, our rice water and white

“What white?” “The cream. I see almost a transparent cream.” “Are we talking about the Salvaben Cream?” “Yes,” I replied. “It’s not white or transparent. It’s green. The darker the green, the stronger it is. It’s herbs—special herbs, thus the color.” My heart thundered as I looked at the white or clear gel in my hand.

“Take care of yourself, Luna. And don’t hesitate to call for Senna if you need anything.” I left quickly, my steps echoing in the empty corridor. I’d made it maybe twenty paces when I realized I’d forgotten my napkin. I turned back, intending to retrieve it quickly. Then I saw Senna standing in the examination room doorway, her back to the corridor. In her hands was something small that glowed with a faint, sickly green light. She was smiling as she looked at whatever it was. “Healer Senna?” My voice made her spin around so fast that she nearly dropped whatever she was holding. The green glow vanished instantly. I could not tell if it was hidden or extinguished.

We walk around for so long that for a moment l feel we are going in circles but Elsa claim to be the right track. I do not know how she was doing it because everything looked the same to me, dead brown-black trees all the way but she keeps insisting we are on the right way and before long we find the spot. We jog the rest of the way and once we get there, I get down to business.

“Oh yes. This is the life. If heaven doesn’t look like this, I don’t want it.” I chuckled under my breath. Typical Sienna. Sharp scissors clicked soon after, slicing through the air as they trimmed her blonde into neat, angled layers that glittered under the bright salon lights. Mine followed, though my darker strands were being primed for something bolder. The bleaching that would strip me down and rebuild me into her double.

"This is a poison. If anyone keeps drinking this for, let's say… eight months to one and a half years, depending on when they started, and depending on the dose given—and the person's immune system—if luck isn't on their side, they won't even remember how to breathe. The person's heart will just... stop. And it will look like a natural brain failure." I gripped the paper. I looked at the list of chemicals. The names were long and complex, but the result was simple. "Wolf’s Bane extract—does it bleach?" I asked. "Nope. It doesn't. Not alone. "But with this…" she pointed at a text on the paper, "…and this mixed together, it bleaches. Or gives the bleach effect. Why do you ask?" "Nothing," I sa

Senna eagerly nods her head. Blake got up from the bed and left to go to his. Senna also prepares herself. She tried to smooth down her hair with a brush and she change into her casual clothes. When she had finished, she went out of her room and saw her father leaning in the doorway. Blake stood straight when he saw Senna. He offers his hand for her to hold and together they head out.

I thundered. They flinched and the woman closest to me raised a finger and glanced at Lena. “We begged her to leave but she wouldn't budge. She said she wanted to do this herself and we… we…” her breath swallowed her voice. Lena took a step forward, her eyes glued to her feet. “It's true Alpha, I just wanted to be useful around here,” “Useful? You call this useful?” I said with a stern voice, staring at the mess on her Apron and the utensils that were all over the floor.