Treachery Bleach Novels & Stories

"I’ll make sure you never forget." I grabbed the kitchen shears I’d swiped from the drawer. I hacked at the dark hair, watching the long, silky strands fall into the sink like dead things. Then, I grabbed the box of "Golden Honey" bleach I’d seen hidden in the back of the linen closet—the stuff Mom said we were too young for. I didn't care about being young. I didn't care about being pretty. I mixed the chemicals, the smell burning the back of my throat. I slathered it onto my head, my hands shaking with a fury that felt like fire.

Putting it on felt like wearing the skin of my enemy. On the bedside table sat my old New York Titans jersey. It was shredded, blood-stained, and a reminder of a life that was now a ghost story. I took the surgical scissors from the tray and cut the 'C' from the chest. I didn't leave it as a message of love. I left it as a promise of war. I pinned the blood-stained 'C' to the center of the white pillow, right where my head had been. Then, I scrawled three words on the back of the death notification and left it sitting right next to the 'C'.

"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

“That is an Irwin child, Alpha - the Irwin child. I knew Markus, I knew what that monster looked like, and she’s just like him.” The alpha glanced back at me, his eyes narrowing, but I saw the way his pupils had dilated first. It didn’t matter who I was, I was still his mate. “Omari, my mate is to be taken to my suite. Immediately.” “B-But Alpha!” stuttered the other man with them. “She’s- she’s an Irwin! Her father is a traitor, scum of the earth.” “Yes,” Omari agreed. “He was a traitor to his previous pack, Alpha. Killed his beta. You can see why it might make me a bit uneasy to allow his daughter into the packhouse. Alpha, what if she is just the same? She-”

Olivia leaned back on the chair, and her body was twitching from electric shock. Megan could feel the bile coming up her throat. She had never witnessed such brutality in her wildest dreams, even. Then she knew that she had done a terrible thing, having crossed the path of Vincent. “You don’t know about Marcus," she whispered, “trying to conceal the tremble in her voice."

"Then let me reward you with something." I raised my hand and picked up the empty bowl. The liquid inside had not actually been swallowed by me; instead, it hovered in mid-air, slowly condensing into a thick, dark-purple mist. The Omega froze perfectly still. "Blood Moon Tears," I said, identifying the poison. "A dose meant to kill two lives at once. The Crone Hesta's handiwork." "Did you think I wouldn't recognize it?" Her legs gave out, and she fell to her knees.

Half-lie, a half-truth. The thing was, which is which? They became gloomy. She was too good for them to fool. She thoroughly enjoyed their reaction. So, she became generous. “I’ll leak one of them out of respect for brother Orange.” Their eyes brightened up. “Blood poison and blood manipulation.” “Blood poison? You mean, your purple blood?” Crazy asked dumbfoundedly. It was obvious. Her blood could be an active agent to blow someone up or any non-living things and living things, for that matter.

"If the corruption reaches the hidden chamber..." "Eleanor's life work dies with it," Damien finished, his expression grim. "Along with sixty years of preserved humanity. Evangeline knows exactly what she's attacking. This isn't random destruction. It's surgical strike designed to destroy the very foundation of my redemption." Through the Genesis Bloom's flickering consciousness, Iris could sense the blight's inexorable advance toward the chamber beneath their feet. The supernatural poison moved with predatory intelligence, seeking out the strongest connections in the garden's network and corrupting them first. It was only a matter of time before it reached Eleanor's most precious creation.

Then his father's voice: “In chess, dear, a pawn that reaches the end of the board can become a queen. But the price... is always high.” She opened her eyes. “You're right about one thing,” Vic said quietly. “This ends today.” In a split second, three things happened simultaneously. Alexandra shot out the lights, blanketing the room in darkness. Marcus fired a shot at Vic's shadow. And Vic... Vic smiled. Because in the darkness, no one saw the platinum USB drive that he had slipped into the room's computer system since they had entered. The USB drive that contained Stefan's virus. His last program before he died.

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...