Novel & Cerita A Dose Of Pretty Poison

he told his men. "So, are we not going to test what was found in her room?" I asked. "We are," Aaron declared. The poison tester approached the room and ran the same test on the floor with the bottles. "These are all poisons, Alpha Aaron," I watched his face pale as he heard those words. "All five?" he asked. "Two are Moonrot," he replied. The poison tester held the little bottle between two fingers, tilting it under the light. Inside, a faint silver powder clung to the sides like ash from stars. He uncorked it without a word, letting the faint, sweet scent drift into the room.

"You can get close to him. Just put this in his food, and the job will be done." Scarlett took the bottle. Since there were no labels, she couldn't tell what it was. She asked, "Is this poison?" Julian replied, "No, it's a drug that causes nerve damage. Over time, it will drive him insane. Killing him would be too easy. Making him a madman, a laughingstock in Bluridge City, will make him wish he were dead." Julian's plan was indeed cruel. Scarlett held the medicine in her hand and agreed without hesitation, "I promise you."

"Sure, polite. Got it." She dressed deliberately. Her softest black tank hugged her curves like silk, showing the arch of her waist and the generous curve of her breasts. She paired it with snug jeans that framed her hips and long legs. Her dark curls were tamed into a high ponytail that bounced with every step. She bit her lip in the mirror, spritzed the faintest vanilla-amber perfume on her neck, and smiled. She wasn’t just going to drop off herbs. She was going to be seen.

“Mum, don’t tell me we are somehow making the same poison you—” “Smart girl,” I grab what I need from the shelves and return back to the poison potion I’m making. “This poison is the same variety I used in Beatrice’s tea supply and its mode of action is so fascinating. In small doses, it causes minor symptoms like fatigue, headaches and digestive issues, and all these symptoms can be attributed to ordinary body stress.” “But what about large doses?” “In large doses, it causes progressive organ failure but only if administered consistently over time. The victim will continue growing weaker and weaker and all symptoms will continue appearing like typical stress signs until it’s too late. By th

I was their protector, the one they were bound to listen to. But this poison wasn't anywhere being obedient. Compared to Aragon's power and strength, this toxic Ricin seemed powerful enough to let his body go numb. It was prepared using dark magic. And there had to be a human behind all these. Seeing him in that state was my weakness. But after the rejection, I thought everything ended between us. Much to my surprise, sparks were still alive. The moment I touched his forehead, I could absorb that Ricin. He wasn't dead, lying there like a vegetable. The world of poison got simulated, and it was connected to him. The worse he got, the worse my world started tearing apart. Keeping it safe was m

Her Pov: I freshen up and change my clothes into a coffee toned frock that reaches to my mid thigh. It's an off shoulder dress, Leomardo brought from his apartment, and that's when I see it. The marks of his fingers on my throat. Faint, but undeniable. Shadows of his touch, pressed into my skin, proof of the power he holds. He really did put pressure—enough to leave a mark. My breath stills as I lift my hand, fingertips hovering just above the bruises. A silent reminder. A warning. Or maybe something else entirely.

The specific scent of his cologne mixed with autumn air. The brushstroke wavered again became a muddy smudge. I stepped back, gripping the brush like a weapon. "Work,"I whispered to the empty room. "Just work." I turned to a half finished piece from weeks before a swirl of cool blues and grays. I had called it Equilibrium. I tried to lose myself in blending it. My hand jerked severally, A slash of pure, violent phthalo blue cut across the delicate gradients, ruining the composition. A gasp escaped me. It was a perfect metaphor for everything. Austin had ruined the composition of my life.

"I need you to increase the dosage." I look at Brittany, and think of how to reply in a way that won’t offend her. "Increasing the dosage could produce visible symptoms. Surely, he’d go to the hospital and find out." Brittany’s face remains impassive. “The poison isn’t extremely potent. I personally developed it, so I know how it works. She sets her book on the side table with a sigh. "I hired you to follow instructions, Dr. Cecilia. Not to ask me questions."

he rushes out. “Yes dad, it’s safe here. What’s wrong?” I ask. “I got your note,” his voice trembles and my blood runs cold. “You were right, love. That combination of those tealeaves. They created a poison called nightlight that in strong doses is fatal within minutes but in small doses can drag out for years. Making the victim extremely sick. Now please tell me you haven’t been drinking this.” His voice is thick with fear.

She is looking around the room with yearning as if it should have been hers but Ida snatched it away from her. "Ida, if you think Leo is yours because you married him, then you are wrong. Your marriage with him only pushed your demise closer. I will kill you for ruining my chances with my Leo" she thought with resentment. She pulled out a small finger-sized bottle from inside her dress and looked at the clear liquid with a sinister smile. "You know what this is Ida? This is a slow poison. But it will kill you faster than other slow poisons available on the market. Seven doses of this, and you will fall dead on the seventh day. Let the countdown begin" she said out loud into the empty room.