A Dose Of Pretty Poison Novels & Stories

The top buttons slipped undone, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. "Now." He ordered. She obeyed. She had no choice. Eileen reached for the bottle, careful not to step on the others littering the floor. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened it and poured the liquid into a cup. She hesitated for only a second before stepping forward and extending the drink to him with both hands. Callister took it without a word. He brought the cup to his lips and tipped his head back, draining the content in one go. “Another.” His voice was quiet but firm.

Please, let this be a mistake. Miller reached in and pulled out a small, clear plastic case. Inside, nestled in a bed of cotton, was a loaded syringe. The needle caught the morning light, gleaming with a wicked, silver light. The liquid inside was clear, harmless-looking, but we all knew what it was. "Well, well," Miller said, holding the case up. "A pre-loaded dose. This matches the concentration found in Rhea Callahan’s toxicology report perfectly." I felt the floor drop out from under me. "That’s a plant," I whispered, my voice sounding foreign even to me. "That wasn't there. I saw that bag. I held it."

She looked at Dax and the rest and spoke, “You don’t have to guess further. I have given you the Dark Day Pill. This poison, once consumed, will remain in your body for a year before taking effect. However, I can’t wait that long, so I gave five pills to each of you. “After another half a month, the poison in your bodies will kick in, and by then, all of you will rot and die. It will become as terrible as you can imagine. Imagine when Darryl returns later to see how you died a horrible death. How devastated would he be? Ha-ha!” Megan did not try to hide her excitement as she kept laughing loudly. She looked really beautiful and attractive, but Dax and the others felt her cruelty and could no

com Slow Poison - CHAPTER 38 - Page 2 by Jannysweet487 12 - 15 minutes Christopher I spent the past five days in absolute bliss. And I am damn sure you would know what I exactly meant. Yes, you guessed fucking right, it's all because of my beautiful Nicole. It would probably be the most modest statement if I'd say Nicole and I had a fantastic time being together because it was totally beyond that. I can't have words to express how amazing it was to be with Nicole. The day when we went out on a date was possibly the best day for me, and I am still trying to assimilate the fact that Nicole agreed to give me a chance even after knowing who I am and what I really do. I mean, I am more than overw

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.

“What’s this?” “It’s poison,” she answered him briefly. “Hold on to it.” “Why are you giving me this?” “Because I do not trust the Night Hallows on the other side of this wall.” her voice was stern and serious. “This poison is lethal enough to kill him if the dosage exceeds five drops. They will be feeling that scorching pain inside them as if they are being grilled alive.” Robynn stared at the bottle and gulped. Sweat formed on his forehead. “What is this made of?”

Dosing calculations written out in Vessa's precise handwriting with dates in the margins. "The poison," he said. "The poison. Slow-build nightshade variant, exactly as Corvin identified. The schedule starts eight weeks ago." I let him look at it for a moment. "The doses were calibrated to stay below the threshold where symptoms would be obvious. Fatigue, mild nausea, reduced appetite — all of it easily attributed to the pregnancy and the stress of everything that had happened." Rowan's hands came down flat on the table. He didn't say anything. "There's more," I said.

On the way to the hospital, he kept calling ahead, making sure that they had beds and equipment ready. At the same time, he turned to me. "What did they eat before this?" In my past life, after Andrew and Sally recovered, they had their stomach contents tested. The results showed mercury poisoning. The cause? A takeout meal they had eaten that afternoon. Someone had laced it with poison. At the time, Andrew and Sally assumed that Dylan had ordered it, so they didn't think twice before finishing the entire meal. Even up until my death, we never found out who had placed the order.

I picked up a pale blue poison and looked at Ayame, asking her to tell me about it. "This is Emaline. It's a poison commonly used by wives who tire of their husbands for whatever reason. The instructions are as follows: When the target goes to sleep, slip three drops into their mouth and go to sleep. When morning breaks, the target will have breathed their last. It's untraceable, and autopsies conclude natural causes," she explained. "What a cute little poison," I said with a smile.

After the cult lady was executed, Mufasa was called upon to examine Wayne and note what the poison could be. Mufasa checked the vial and the coffee mug , and examined Wayne too. “It's called Touch-me-not. A very lethal poison that is effective only within the first five minutes it's exposed from its vial. But it doesn't affect or cause any harm until the second portion of it is also taken. Then, the two would combine and cause havoc within the body of the recipient. Whomever planned this poisoning doesn't want to kill you immediately. But if the second dose enters the blood, there is no known antidote to save that person.”