Total Bleach Episode Novels & Stories

Shawn. I’m not sure who I’d consider the worst-case scenario. Chris stood with his back to me, staring out of the window over the sink. At the sound of our footsteps, he turned around, “First, I’m really fucking sorry for barging in on you like that. You weren’t answering your phone. Mother was blowing up mine, threatening to show up here. Even dad was texting me….” He shuddered at the mention of our father, “I digress. Second, where the fuck do you keep the bleach around here?”

And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon. Only it wasn’t silver. It was the color of fresh blood. She gasped and stumbled back, knocking over a chair. The moon looked alive. And it looked angry. --- Four Hours Earlier “Late again,” Mrs. Harren muttered, scribbling something on Elara’s paper. Elara didn’t bother answering. She sank into her chair and opened her notebook, ignoring the snickers from the other students.

But the lemon smell is overpowered by the horrible scent permeating the room. “What’s that awful smell?” I say, waving my hand in front of my nose. “It sucks to have a sensitive wolf nose right about now,” Callan says. “This is bleach. It’s the only thing I could think of to get the bloodstains off the floor.” “Is Ethan okay?” I ask, sitting my backside on one of the chairs. “Other than a bad hangover, he’ll be fine by tomorrow.” Callan grabs a pink-stained towel and wipes the water and bleach from the floor.

Jackson strolled behind them, the rest of the group following too. "Where was it again–i think it should be–" Jackson searched through the cupboards until he found it. "Ahhh..." "Hehehe-" Navina chuckled, wiping out her phone as she began to film. Nick stood by the door, making sure he won't be caught in the camera. He won't want to ruin his lovely personality. "Please don't– please....." Jeff begged while the group encircle him. Jackson shook the medium size bottle bleach, holding it out to Jeff. "Drink."

Wyatt Clark, my fiance; Wanda Stone, my adopted sister; and I get into a car crash on the way to register our marriage. Wanda and I are both taken to the hospital. Mom, a renowned surgeon, glances at my back, which is covered in blood, then urgently gathers the doctors and nurses to treat Wanda's two-inch cut. "Wanda's injury is in a visible spot. If we don't treat it immediately, it will leave a scar. "I'm your biological mother, after all. If I were to treat you first, people might accuse me of favoritism. I'll treat your injuries once I'm done with Wanda." I have no choice but to grab Wyatt, who has just changed into his white coat. "S-Save me—" Wyatt coldly pulls away from me before

Everybody has gone, even the rest of the guards. A car horn startles me and I quicken my attempts at searching for where the bleach is kept. I walk into the kitchen and I look around frantically. I see a small door and I jog towards it and open it. Bingo! There are shelves of soap, disinfectants, other products, but most importantly, bleach! I grab the small gallon of bleach and I jog back out of the kitchen quickly. As I walk through the living room so I can go upstairs and prepare the syringe, I spot Robert talking to someone at the entrance of the house.

“No, she’s reached the limit where it’s safe. If we take more, she could go into shock. I can’t do that.” Clara snatched the syringe from his hand and plunged it into my arm herself, forcing the full 1000cc out. “What are you afraid of? I told you I’ll take responsibility! My brother is the don.” Blood loss hit me hard. The world dimmed, I went limp, and two guards caught me before I collapsed. Clara glared at me. “Stop faking it. A little blood won’t kill you. I’m not Martin. I won’t be fooled by your act.”

You're my only friend, be more understanding and see my side too. She crosses her arms. - It didn't seem that way when you wanted to leave. - Are you going to let me in or not? You can smell the blood from around the corner. Another thing, you look so pale, the face of hunger. - Liar, you don't feel a thing. I sprayed the whole house with bleach. - Well, it didn't go on properly. Excuse me. - I go in, pushing her lightly. My heart races at the scene before me. I expected to find a body. But what I see are several black garbage bags.

White, like a hospital sheet—not black, not purple. A woman, dressed in a crisp modern lab coat, stepped out, clipboard in hand. She scanned the empty beach, then looked exactly where June was standing. "Case 402 has been cleared of all biological markers," the woman said into her headset. "Biopsy negative. Proceed with sterilization of the site." June watched as she reached for a giant, silver lever floating above—a lever labeled DELETE. "If we aren’t the cancer anymore," June asked, heart hammering as the world faded into white light, "why is the Doctor about to bury the patient alive?"