Unmasked Bleach Novels & Stories

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

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.

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.”

"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."

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.

The scream that left my lips was bloodcurdling. I stare at my reflection in horror and almost have the urge to cry. My hair is no longer a fair shade of strawberry blonde but a creamy chocolate brown, my natural hair colour. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I grabbed my bottle of shampoo and dumped its contents into the sink; it wasn’t shampoo. It was bleach. Fuck! How did bleach get in here? Someone must have poured bleach into this bottle, and Kiara was the only one in the room. My blood boiled in such a way that I was certain my skin was turning a bright shade of red. I storm out of the bathroom, but I am met by no one in our room.

Why would he? 'And why am I so desperate for his cock?' she wondered. 'I'm acting like a bitch in heat.' After smothering everything in bleach, Lexi scrubbed and rinsed them off with water and a cloth. It took a decent amount of time, she got bleach on her favourite dress, and there was still limescale and dots of black mould at the end of her efforts.

For years, I had endured so many forms of abuse, I had been hoping and expecting this, but finally seeing the long awaited ink on the paper felt like a heavy stone being lifted off my chest. I dunked my phone to the bed and pulled a secondary, encrypted burner phone from the hidden lining of my jewelry box that say pretty on the nightstand and typed a single sentence to a contact I hadn't messaged since the day I said "I do." "The mask is off and the coast is clear. Activate the Blackwood protocols and begin the aggressive short-sell on Thorne Group, immediately. I’m coming home to claim my seat. Afterall, it is long overdue." I looked at the bathroom door one last time. Julian thought he wa

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.