Total Bleach Episode Novels & Stories

“It’s going to be difficult to hide if people start to slip and slide in your blood.” I try to smile, but my face muscles won’t cooperate. “I burned your shirt,” she says coldly. “And threw the ashes away. I made sure there was nothing left.” “Jesus,” I grunt. “How many true crime documentaries have you watched?” “Enough to know that we need to get rid of any blood and DNA evidence. Now.… Where do you keep the bleach?”

The freshly scent of bleach, though faint, is strong enough to churn my stomach. It's the kind of clean that tries too hard... the kind that hides blood. We pass closed doors, the thick and silent things that give nothing away. There are no sounds, no voices or idea of what lies behind them. My eyes flick up to the cameras. There are several nestled in every corner like watching insects in the ceiling. Cold, patient and unblinking.

Too clean. The scent of bleach hits me first—sharp, chemical, stinging the inside of my nose. Antiseptic lingers heavily behind it, mixing into something cold and clinical. All the blood from earlier? Gone. The mess? Gone. The chaos? Erased so thoroughly you’d think the violence was nothing more than a bad dream. Except it wasn’t. And the two bandaged women in the living room are proof.

Blood stained the stream beneath me, only to fade as the water carried it away. Was I dead? Was that what came after death? Before I could even process it, a massive roar suddenly came from the top of the cliff. Blinding beams of light snapped on, turning the mountaintop as bright as day. I drifted upward to get a better look, then froze as a helicopter descended, its rotor blades whipping up violent gusts of wind that bent the trees in every direction. A group of staff in camouflage uniforms rushed out. The wolves that were just trying to tear me apart were having their heads removed.

As if someone was holding me down. Beep… Beep… Beep… Soon realizing that there was no end to the blasted noise still going on around me do I slowly move to open my eyes. Eye boogers coating the edges of my eyes from not being able to use them in quite a while. My eyes soon seeing white. White walls. White ceilings. Everything white. Was I dead? Was this heaven? Yet the more I continued to think about it the more I could pick up on the faint smell of sanitizer. Or bleach for the lack of a better term.

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

And then I saw the gleam of a bucket balanced precariously above the doorway—the doorway Savannah was steering me toward with a sweet, fake smile from across the room. It wasn’t just a bucket of water. The sharp tang of something chemical hit my nose—bleach. If that had come down on me, I would’ve been humiliated, my clothes ruined, maybe even burned from the chemicals. Savannah’s smirk told me she already pictured it, the crowd laughing, Jaxon’s restraint breaking. But I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. The instant my instincts screamed move, I did. I shifted my tray and leaned casually back in my chair just as a loud clang split the air. The bucket tipped—but it didn’t hit me. In

Josh Bleak is almost thirty and should not be ordered around. He pulled the phone from his ear and smiled with one side of his mouth pulled up. "Sorry grandfather but I have to disappoint you this time around. You asked me to come down to GreyWave and here I am, what you are not going to do is order me around because I won't take it." He adjusted his seat and made to sit up when he sighted a lady using his car glass as a mirror. He observed her and realized she was crying. The more she wiped her tears the more tears flowed.

Castle of love Episode 41 🏰❤❤🏰🔞💪 Please like before reading 👍 ***************************** (Blair becomes nauseous, She quickly drops the glass on the cabinet & goes to vomit in the kitchen sink) Blair: (puking) Uhhh... (she cleans her mouth with water) God, I feel so dizzy. (She grabs the glass again with shaky hands and it slips & falls from her hand) Blair: Oh no, What have I done?

I watched him as he walked out of my penthouse with determination and urgency in his steps and knew that he was going to make everything go smoothly as he usually does. I rest back against the couch I was seated on, closed my eyes, and smiled. If she thinks that she could just escape my clutches like that, then she’s got to think twice about that. But then the next minute, a frown replaced the smile on my face, as my thought drifted to the dangers that she was about to face soon. From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed.