Novel & Cerita Unmasked Bleach

"Go back to the archives and fix your neck because the smell of those chemicals is giving me a headache." I didn't wait for a second invitation. I scrambled for the door, unlocked it with shaking hands, and practically fell into the hallway. I didn't stop running until I reached the basement bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face, looking at my reflection. The ‘rash’ was itchy and burning, but it had saved me. But as I looked at the red mess, a wave of sadness hit me. Damon had looked so hopeful for a split second—so desperate to find a connection and I had given him a face full of bleach-smelling hives.

That way, it could easily lead potential threats astray. Theodore, hoping his thoughts were wrong, slowly pressed a button by the side of the door, and the glass door opened. And then he went further to press another button, opening the silver gate, and there, he saw in clear view. It wasn’t water; it was blood mixed with water. The person’s body wasn’t just covered in deep claw slashes, but also disgusting rashes and scratch marks. The room smelled of strong iron; it was pungent. Theodore closed his nose, attempting to get closer to the person.

Delicious. Not humiliation—he’d grown up with far worse. Not rage—God no, that was for amateurs. It was thrill. He stripped out of the soaked white shirt in the back seat of his Rolls-Royce, running a hand through his drenched hair as his driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “Should I get the backup shirt, sir?” Marvin asked, ever the stoic. Alec chuckled under his breath and shook his head. “Leave it. I like the attention.”

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.

From its belly, a familiar figure emerged, Blanche, dressed in her signature white tactical gear, silver visor gleaming. “You called, lovebird?” she said in her clipped British accent. Julian grinned through the blood. “I need a miracle.” “You always do.” She handed him a case. “The EMP you requested. You’ve got sixty seconds. Then it wipes every neural drive within range.” He ran. Back in the Hall Alma stood over ARES, panting. He bled from the corner of his mouth, but his smile had returned. “You’re stronger than I expected.” “No,” she said. “I’m just finally awake.”

I waited until they were close enough to smell the garlic breath of the bearded one, and then I swung. I smashed the metallic mop stick into his grin. He fell with a loud scream. In that brief second of distraction, I grabbed a bottle of bleach and dumped it into the accomplice's eyes before doing the same to the man on the floor. While both were screaming, I ran out of the cleaning closet, wondering if I had just put myself into a deeper mess.

"Uh, yeah, about that—I'm kinda allergic to blood." She blinked. "What?" "Yeah. I pass out when I even glance at it." She scanned my profile , releasing a breath. "Why isn’t it stated here ." "Gotta have been a mistake. My mom mustn't've said it." She glared at me but finally waved me away. "Tomorrow. Fine." "Thanks, nice lady," I said, backing up in case she changed her mind. Bag check next. The guard there looked at me suspiciously. "Strip."

She laughs throwing her head back and nodding while she drains his shirt, twisting it with her hands. "You know what? Fucking Screw this shit!....he wants clean laundry? he'll have clean laundry!" I get up, grabbing all the clothes we had already finished, and ball everything up together in a big mountain pile. I grab the bottle of bleach and pour the whole liquid on top of his clothes. Mind I say most of his clothes are either business suits, or dark-colored, but mainly, business attire. I drain every ounce of that bottle and let it sit for a few minutes, before I rinse, and hang it to dry. Now, to wait for his reaction!

Jessy's calling through video call. I accepted it and let her see the preparations. "Where are you? My Aunt is dying to see you." I chuckled. "Give me thirty minutes. I gained pounds! It was hard for the costume to fit in my body! I hate you!" She looked so stressed while putting on her makeup. "That will be fine. See you." I laughed as I ended the call. I saw Calen with Erica. I smiled at them. Calen's costume was Doctor Strange while Erica was the Black widow.