Will Bleach Keep Rats Away Novels & Stories

My eyes darted to the corner of the room where two rats emerged, their beady eyes fixed on my meal. “No,” I whispered, swiping at them with my hand. They squeaked and scurried back but didn’t go far. I shoved the bread into my mouth, chewing quickly as if they might try to take it from me. The meat was tougher than leather, but I forced it down, washing it down with the lukewarm water. The rats crept closer, emboldened by my focus on eating. I kicked at them, and they retreated again, only to return moments later.

Mia asked, blinking. The small grey creature sat there, staring at them like they were the intruders. It held a piece of crust in its tiny hands. Chewed. Blinked. Continued eating. Daniel snorted. “Well, he’s got good taste.” Axel sighed and crossed the room, grabbing a plastic container and nudging the rat into it. “Relax, it’s just a field rat. They wander in sometimes when there’s food left out.” Lauren climbed down dramatically. “I almost died. Do you know what a rat can do to a woman in her prime?”

The brute asked in an authoritative voice. “Shit!” I swore under my breath. “It must just be a rat,” Zoey said, quick to come up with a story. “This building is too old, and these disgusting creatures are everywhere!” I grimaced at her words. Were there really rats there? I definitely should have taken her to my big, luxurious apartment instead of coming with her to this fucking moldy, rat-infested place. I shook my arms to scare off any sewer creatures that might be tempted to touch me.

Charlotte sighed. “We don’t need to worry about this. Let’s just give them some rat poison or something. The rats will go away on their own,” I explained. “But--” “Listen to me, rats don’t like things that have a strong or pleasant smell. Just place it there,” I interrupted him. “Are you sure that will work?” Charlotte asked again. “It will work. Just try it. It’s like what I did with Alpha Matthew,” I replied. “What did we do?” Alpha Matthew asked.

The one in the center was yelling the verses in an unknown language. Despite the terrifying scene, that could leave anyone lax, the big-brown rats were running and jumping around with no care in the world. They were busy measuring one corner to another and at times, were stealing the preserved meal in the forgotten containers. Their holes, although, were dug outside the cave, yet they found the forbidden zone interesting to explore. The only thing that was stopping them from bringing down the shelves was an electric sensation passing through the rusted metal. Whenever any rat touched the rack, it dies on the next instant due to shock. It was obvious that some kind of magic was cast to repel

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.

The ghostly white of his hair blew over my face, its strands translucent. The creature shrieked, the sound splitting the night and sending the bats that roosted in the branches overhead screeching as they sought the heavens. Phantom and I froze. We could hear the snap of the creature’s jaws as it snatched the winged rats from the sky, crunching them in powerful jaws.

Gera protested as the sounds retreated, his attention still on the curious rat. “It is food, and its blood is liquid which you can drink.”” Thaelen replied watching as the rat paused to wash it’s face before following the wall to slip out of the bars. It would be back, and he would catch it then, he decided. “If food is not brought to you, we will be grateful for the rats.”

She then proceeded on to change directions, heading into the mansion through the still open window, running through the mansion, then out to the front garden through a broken window that BaoBao informed her of. However, along the way, towards the man on the bandwagon, they quickly realised that more and more rats seemed to be following her. This was bad since it would seem very odd. BaoBao estimated that by the time she reached the man, there'd be countless of them in her trail. /What's going on?/ [From the way their noses twitch before following you, I think they recognise a certain smell on you!] /Smell? But I don't use any-/ Suddenly, the thought of how the rats found all her hidden traps

The air pulsated with the scent of fur and blood, an olfactory battleground where survival teetered on the edge of chaos. The encounter unfolded in a crescendo of ferocity, each movement etched in the shadows of the sewer's forgotten corridors. Finally, with a powerful swipe, I incapacitated the alpha rat, its form crumpling to the ground. The remaining horde, momentarily subdued, retreated into the gloom, their haunting squeaks fading into the depths.