A Dose Of Pretty Poison Novels & Stories

One dose and he’d be forced into revealing whatever is asked of him but then suffer madness that could possibly be permanent. But then because of Kain’s added tolerance for poisons, a tripled dose would work perfectly for him. I grind them up and brew his tea as normal sprinkling the herbs inside with a bit of honey to make the bitter taste before taking it to him. When I return again he’s standing by the window staring through it and lost in thought. The sight of him has me hesitating for a moment, second guessing if I can even do this, if it was all worth it.

His brows pushed together as he thought about the question for a while. He glanced at the vial and then brought his index finger to his lip, remembering something. "There might be a solution," he sat up quickly. "The poison suppresses the mate bond but the poison can be made inactive if the mate bond is present." I tilted my head, confused. "How?" "The presence of the mate bond can act as a natural counteragent to the effect of the poison. As long as the bond remains inactive, the poison attacks your Alpha unopposed." I turned my head towards Finnley as though to ask what he thought of the whole thing, but he already had his gaze on me.

"Nova, you're not worried about eating poisonous mushrooms, are you?" Noticing the doubt in her eyes, I hurriedly added, "No, El. I saw online that if you don't eat enough, you won't hallucinate at all. If you share your dose with me, what if you can't see the SAT answers? It's just too bad my family is poor. Otherwise, I'd buy my own poisonous mushrooms too. Maybe I could even get into a top university." Elise's anger vanished the moment she saw the regret on my face. She looked at my faded, threadbare clothes with contempt.

Logan wiped away his tears and began to ask me, "Mr. Whitlock, how does it taste?" After downing the last cup of rat poison, I looked at Brielle and said softly, "They taste a little bitter… and a little sweet." Yes, the bitterness came from the poison. And the sweetness was knowing that after this death, I could finally leave for good. I turned to the camera with a smile. The live stream shot all the way to the top of the trending list, and Logan officially became the platform's top male streamer. After the streaming ended, Logan shot me a provocative look. I didn't respond. The poison was starting to take effect. I collapsed to the floor in agony, enduring the searing pain.

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

The witch handed him the vial. Without hesitation, he downed the vial in one gulp. Instantly, a pain like a million silver needles ignited in every nerve of his body. From his veins to his marrow, from his skin to his organs. Tearing, burning, writhing. He let out a guttural, animalistic scream and collapsed to the floor in a heap. A cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes. "This is just one ten-thousandth of the dose," the witch's voice echoed in his ears. "She has been enduring the full amount, amplified by your Alpha power."

He came back out and called for a maid. "Where is my wife?" The maid shivered under his cold gaze. She lowered her head not able to utter a word. He had asked them to make sure all of the other rooms were locked and his wife had no access to any of them except his bedroom but who knew... who knew his wife was a crazy woman. She poisoned all of them and told them they'll all die in thirty minutes if they don't provide the keys and take the antidote. She sounded serious and the sudden sting they felt in their intestines made them realize she was hell, not joking. No one even knew how she spreaded the poison to them. They just started to feel really weak and a stinging pain inside their stomach

Third-Person's Point-of-View It was a month later when Justin slowly regained consciousness. It felt as though countless needles were piercing his skin over and over again. He lowered his head in terror and discovered that the regions where scabs had originally formed were now exposed pale pink flesh, which was shockingly hideous. He stared in disbelief as Diana walked in, carrying a bowl of medicine, her hair already turned half-white. He asked hoarsely, "How did this happen, Mom? Where is Ruby?"

He had put the normal dose which was a few drops but he was desperate to make Alpha Trent's happiness short lived. 'Damn you, Trent' He didn't care about the consequences of his next actions. Dylan sneered and emptied the bottle of poison into the smoothie meant for Alpha Trent. 'You don't deserve her'