A Dose Of Pretty Poison Novels & Stories

Nevertheless, he had to prep for a big deal tomorrow, hoping it goes as planned. The meeting which was to be held within the royal conference room, seemed unofficial to Aurora, and as such she saw no reason to dress overly formal to the meeting. Wearing a simple grey pant trouser with a white button down shirt, leaving the first two buttons open. Aurora felt so confident in what she had on, checking her time she realized she had 10 more minutes to go and she never likes going late for a meeting. Getting over to the conference room, Aurora was expecting a bunch of guys sitting around the table with clean suit but to her surprise she saw a gentleman without a suit sitting at the end of the ta

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

“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

Then the door opened again, and the doctor returned. “Alpha,” he started carefully. “We confirmed that it was indeed poison. It must have been mixed with her drinks. This particular poison dissolves instantly and has no taste. It could have been slipped into a single cup—her tea, for example. I don’t know how you weren’t affected, but the result is clear.” I inhaled sharply and asked, “What kind of poison was it?” “Well… it’s not just a regular poison. It’s a banned medicinal drug. In small doses, it’s used for pain relief. But in large amounts, it’s fatal.”

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.

asked Bai Ze immediately "Reqing poison is one of the worst poison when a person take it they will clearly not feel it becayse Reqing poison doesn't work unless one become physically intimate thus it's really hard to detect but once a physical connection is made it will act up almost instantly it starts by paralyzing the lower body and gradually move to the heart however it doesn't work like other poison instead of coughing up blood the patient will end up bleeding from their personal areas making it look like that the death happened due to over exertion of one's self thus the death by Reqing poison is not just simple death its the death of a dog !"

I want to scream. “Surprised?” she asked, her tone sweet but soaked in poison. I look up at her. “I’m surprised by your shoes. Not by your face.” She lets out a soft laugh. It sounds like a knife unsheathing. “Oh, how sharp you’ve become,” she said. “How very unpleasant.” She walks around me like she’s inspecting a painting that no longer interests her. “How are you, my dear stepdaughter?” The words are soaked in sarcasm. Venom hidden beneath velvet.

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.