Unmasked Bleach Novels & Stories

I have to get these symbols off the wall. The kitchen! There has to be something in the kitchen I can use to get these symbols off the wall. I go to the kitchen scramble looking for something to remove the symbols. My mind is in overload. Bleach there has to be bleach here. I look under the cabinet. Yes, bleach! I grab the bleach and I grab a towel. It should do the trick. I run for the door and start scrubbing. As I'm scrubbing the door mayhem comes to the door. He looks at me puzzled and asks me what I'm doing. He doesn't know what's going on, how can this be? He was here when I went to sleep.

He found his patient in the shower stall with curtain drawn. "Shut the door Dr. Blanch." "Mr. Tamaskas, are you feeling alright?" Dr. Blanch was starting to get a little alarmed. "I am feeling great, I need you to do something for me. I need you to strip off all of your clothes, including your coat." Brent couldn't feel any pain with the adrenaline rushing through out his body. Killing was like breathing to him, he enjoyed it immensely. "Why would I do that?" Dr. Blanch was slowly inching towards the door.

It smelled of bleach and privilege. On the sink, waiting like an accusation, sat a bottle. Professional-grade hair lightener. Stark white. The kind that didn’t just color—it erased. Marcella picked it up, turning it in her fingers like a relic. “They expect a blonde,” she said simply. “So you’ll be one.” Amara’s breath caught.

she explained and the three listened to her. "He's wearing all white which was an odd distinction," she muttered and her father suddenly spoke. "It's to soak his clothes with the blood of his enemies. Something a psychopath would enjoy seeing. The pure white symbolizes the innocence of the world and is tainted by the blood of those who he killed. It's his signature, I've already dealt with him in the past. He's cunning and deceitful," he explained. "And Eros saved you after the footage that was broadcasted?" Elaine suddenly asked and Keisha thought for a moment.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

It must've been good to him because damnit I could provide his dentist with his dental impressions for days. "Fuck..." I muttered when I couldn't find anything to wear that would cover my neck. "Damn it Reece!" I yelled out in frustration. Finally settling on a collared shirt dress and some cute leather sandals, I chose my hyssop oil and fluffed out my hair. I went to grab my phone except it wasn't where I put it on the table to wireless charge last night. There's no way Reece would have taken it on accident because it had a lilac colored case on it.

“Your outfit. It’s a bit plain, don’t you think?” “Oh,” he looked at his plain white hoodie in comparism to the glamorous outfits everyone around him seemed to have on. “I guess.” “Do you mind getting splattered?” he was replied to with a smile. “With paint. Your hoodie’s white so it’ll be gorgeous.” He looked up to see a couple holding different colours of paint buckets and a light brush. They smiled at him in obvious anticipation of his positive answer. “Yes,” Alex nodded, excitedly, surprising himself. “I’d love to.”

He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ” He nods and says to him, “I understand, it seems you are a secret yourself. Why all the secrecy? You have not committed any crimes have you?” He doesn’t speak rather he nods and walks towards the room, this time, he doesn’t stop him. After the long sentences, he allows him to enter the room, he walks toward her slowly and he looks down at the sleeping beauty. He is about to remove his mask but he sees her stir in her sleep so he stops and walks closer to her. She opens her eyes and stares right at him, he looks down at her and says to her,

I gave out a loud sigh and then lay back on the bed to catch my breath and relax my mind which was going crazy with panic of not finding the necklace and eventually losing Blade. Then my eyes caught something on the fancy toy duck lights above and it drew my attention. Was there a red zipper on the yellow duck lights? I stood up on the bed and stretched my hands to reach the lights and then I undid the zipper. A coiled brown rope with a grainy blue amulet was in one of the duck lights and I quickly took it and did the zipper back. My eyes were fixed on the dusty old necklace and I couldn’t help but wonder how that necklace could save Blade’s life or why it was so important that Dexter had to

Elowen POV. Monday mornings always started the same way. Six AM, standing in front of my bathroom mirror, transforming myself into someone forgettable. The brown wig went on first, covering every strand of red hair and pinned so tight it gave me headaches by noon, then the oversized gray blazer that swallowed my curves and made me look shapeless. No makeup except concealer for the dark circles under my eyes. Black-framed glasses I didn't need but wore anyway because they made me look plainer.