Soaked In Bleach Streaming Novels & Stories

"You're both pigs!" Kayla screamed. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you! Argh!!!" She kicked Renee and swung her switchblade at Renee again. However, Renee had fallen to the ground, accidentally scratching her hand. Blood gushed out, staining her white chiffon blouse even as she nervously scrambled to get up, the red especially conspicuous against the white fabric. - On a certain streaming app, Ashcock, a popular travel blogger with millions of followers, was livestreaming.

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He shuddered at the mention of our father, “I digress. Second, where the fuck do you keep the bleach around here?” Laughter bubbled in my chest, and I fought to hold it in, but was unsuccessful. “Why are you laughing right now, Rosie? You scarred me for life,” Chris scrunched his nose, looking like he smelled something rotten. “Hey, you found her,” Shawn stepped through the sliding doors, offering me a warm smile. “You bet I fucking found her,” Chris dipped down, digging through the space beneath our sink. “And I saw his dick. Which is massive by the way. Lucky bastard.”

"We just have to change the **Signal**." ### The Live-Stream Siege "Sam! Keep filming!" I shouted, climbing up his shoulder to stand near his ear. "Everyone watching... they have toys at home. Tell them to turn on their **Bluetooth**! Tell them to sync with your stream!" "Why?" Sam asked, his voice cracking.

Yellow fluid mixed with blood snaked through the cracks in the tiles, forming a thin stream. She extended a finger and wrote a crooked “regret” in the river of blood. Then, her fingertip went still. Rio glanced back just once, then immediately gagged. While gagging, he pulled out his phone and pressed the live-stream start button. Then, he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Folks, brace yourselves! The most tragic scene on the planet. Start sending in donations!” Just as he looked down to adjust the beauty filter, a wave of scalding heat swept over him from behind.

The scream that left my lips was bloodcurdling. I stare at my reflection in horror and almost have the urge to cry. My hair is no longer a fair shade of strawberry blonde but a creamy chocolate brown, my natural hair colour. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I grabbed my bottle of shampoo and dumped its contents into the sink; it wasn’t shampoo. It was bleach. Fuck! How did bleach get in here? Someone must have poured bleach into this bottle, and Kiara was the only one in the room. My blood boiled in such a way that I was certain my skin was turning a bright shade of red. I storm out of the bathroom, but I am met by no one in our room.

"You guys spread the news too fast." She answered a few questions from time to time. After a while, she started her makeup tutorial. Someone posted a message asking her for a perfume blending tutorial. The two parties had different opinions and soon started fighting in the live stream room. In the message, someone joked: [Just teach the undertaker how to put on makeup, and I shall die to be your corpse.] Helma's face darkened: "Don't joke about this." By the time the live broadcast ended, the revenue from a single stream had exceeded 10 million.

The title of my stream was simple—"Six Years: From Aspiring Best Actress to the ICU" Ten minutes after going live, my viewers shot past a hundred thousand. Most of them had come for the drama between Blake and Keira. Scandals among the rich and affluent, a love triangle, a sketchy kidnapping—every single piece was clickbait gold. I wasn't wearing any makeup. My face was pale, and I was in a hospital gown. I looked fragile but real. "Hi, everyone. I'm Joanna Yarrow. A lot of you know me because I'm Blake Stone's fiancee. Almost fiancee."

The bathroom was an immaculate space: white and black chequered floor tiles, white tiled walls and an enormous white tub in the centre of the room, balanced on gilded claws clutching jade spheres. Ridiculous. The double shower on the back wall called to her, and she stepped out of her tattered dress and turned it on. Warm water began to pour from an ornate overturned vase that sat high on a shelf in the wall, cascading down, before simply disappearing into the wooden slats on the floor. Another button turned on extra jets within the wall that twinkled with coloured lights and blasted delicious currents into her back and down her thighs. A moan slipped between her lips as she tilted her head

I picked up the remote and changed the channel on the television to a streaming app. I could understand why humans had an obsession with it. So many channels and just about every kind of show, news, movie, or sports visible at any given time. I found a couple of shows I liked, then looked them up on my phone and learned that you could subscribe to an app and get the entire series. I was currently bingeing a popular vampire show from a few years ago. It was amusing and yet aggravating to see how humans imagined other species. I knocked on the wall behind me, and a few moments later, Bina came into my room.