A Dose Of Pretty Poison Novels & Stories

"I don't understand." "Look, the poison you drank was named "100 days to death. As the name implies, it will take 100 days to kill you. There is only one antidote to save your life, and I have the antidote. Before 100 days, my lady, I will give you the antidote only if you get pregnant. If you don't get pregnant, you'll die from the poison. The poison will make all your organs swell and burst. Then, you'll die drowning in your own blood. And you can't tell Erwin about this. If he finds out, I swear I'll throw away the antidote. I kept it in a flimsy glass bottle. It could easily shatter if dropped. I'll ensure you don't get the antidote if Erwin finds out. I risked my own life for this missi

He grabbed the container and upon inhaling the substance his expression matched that of Loreta. “Fuck!” He ran a hand through his hair. "That bloody motherfucker!" “What the hell is going on!” I questioned needing one of them to explain just how bad the situation was because it was judging by their reactions. “The poison she was given is a rouge claw, when administered in small doses it’s supposed to weaken a werewolf but judging by how concentrated it is a very high dosage was administered to her, too high I don’t know how much damage it has caused or if it can even be fixed.” She spoke worriedly.

She didn’t offer me a seat. No, hello. “Your assistant,” she said. “She was poisoned.” The word dropped into the silence like a stone into dark water. Poisoned. My mind flashed: Calla on the floor. The awful, final sound of her body hitting the ground. Not a faint. A collapse. “A specific kind,” Dr. Vale continued. Her voice was flat. Unimpressed. “A neuro-paralytic. Street name is ‘Echo’.” She turned the tablet. On it, a simple, ugly molecule spun.

My fingers trembled, then numbed completely. No. Not now. Rowan watched with fascination, like a child watching an insect drown. “What’s happening?” I gasped, clutching my ribs. “What's going on? Answer me!” “Right on time,” he said. “The poison resurfaces every night. You didn’t think the first dose was the only one, did you?”

They tried to move backward when Soheila was moving closer, however, it was useless. “This is a poison made by me.” Soheila shook the black porcelain bottle. “The poison will break and crack all of your bones. Also, it will squish your heart a little.” Soheila waved her hand and a white porcelain bottle appeared on her other palm. “This one was a Recovery Pill. I will heal you after consuming the Poison. However, it won't remove the pain. It is not an ordinary Recovery Pill, the 'Jacks'.” She showed them the pills and wanted to laugh when they saw how their eyes were about to pull out because of how wide their eyes were.

Suzy used her hands to speak as well, tapping her index fingers repeatedly. “They have his father, so taking out the son would only make it easier for them to take everything that belongs to the Moonbloom Pack. This poison isn’t what anyone would see in the library…” “I won’t let that happen.” I interrupted him whilst he was still speaking. “This poison is very unique. It can be poured inside his drink, inside his food, or worse, on his skin.” The Healer tugged at his collar repeatedly. The level of nervousness among everyone in this office was quite high.

She needed something from him, so she forced her anger down. She stopped wasting words, pulled out the bottle of poison Alan had given her, and slammed it onto the counter. "Do you recognize this?" He picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and sniffed. Then he examined the liquid carefully. His expression shifted. "This poison is vicious. Once used, a person will slowly become paralyzed and lose all sensation. It's worse than being a vegetable. Conscious, but unable to move or speak." He looked up at her, wary now. "Who are you planning to give this to?"

Patrick asked anxiously. Robin was now anxious to save people. He said, "Mr. Dawson, we found her, but Madam was taken away by that villain again. That villain is good at using poison. Mr. Schmidt and Gilbert are both poisoned. We're trying to find a way to detoxify them now, but the poison they're suffering from is very strange. One is weak all over, and the other can't move. I estimate that the doctors in the hospital can't detoxify them." Patrick said angrily, "Useless! You found her, and you still let her be taken away right before your eyes?"

For months, perhaps a year. The towel slips from Martha's hands and falls silently to the floor. She doesn't pick it up. She stares at me, mouth slightly open, as if she didn't understand the syllables. —What? Poison? But… how? Who? —They don't know yet. But it's certain. A heavy, metallic substance. Administered in small doses, regularly. Martha brings a hand to her mouth. Her eyes fill with a horror that is in no way theatrical. It is a visceral, maternal horror.

“Then let’s see whose poison is faster.” As he spoke, Robbie took a candle out of his arms and lit it. Roxie and the others immediately covered their mouths and noses. The leader of the bandits on the opposite side sneered at them. “Do you think we’re afraid of your poison, Robert? The world’s most potent poison is with the military intelligence division. Most poisons that you’re able to purchase aren’t terrifying at all.” Baby Robbie’s poison was actually a life-saving powder that Zetty had prepared for him. It was characterized as having fast speed, long duration, and deep toxicity levels. This formula belonged to only their family. Baby Robbie believed that Zetty’s talent was absolutely e