Novel & Cerita A Dose Of Pretty Poison

I stepped back with my hands raised. “If you make one wrong move or try to outsmart me,” he said and turned off the safety on the gun. “She will poison my dear, grandson.” I glanced at the woman when she waved a formula bottle. The liquid in the bottle was half and had a deep yellow color. I swallowed, knowing whatever that was, was poison. I looked away from them to Henry who was smiling. “Good boy,” Henry said.

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.

“You won’t have to wait for his medicine to run out. At the Red Moon Festival, I have a special gift prepared for him.” “What kind of gift?” I held my breath. The recording crystal hidden in my sleeve was active. “A neurotoxin, extracted from wolfsbane.” Liam proudly laid out his entire plan. “Just one drop in the sacred wine, and Damon will bleed from every orifice and die on the spot. Then, my three thousand Rogues, already waiting at the border, will storm in. I will emerge as the sole savior and take control of everything.” I got it! I suppressed my racing heart and feigned a look of awe. “Gods, Liam, you’re a genius! Then… what about me? After it’s all over, will you mate with me?”

Grace's POV. I watched her keenly, every movement drawing my full attention. In order for our plan to work, Sarah and I stayed back for the after auction party. I had thallium powder in my purse. It was white poisonous powder. The reason I chose this powder for this plan was because it was perfect for slow and mysterious death where the symptoms seemed unrelated.

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