A Dose Of Pretty Poison Novels & Stories

“Give it to one of the maids in the name of Alpha Gladys. He wouldn’t reject a drink from the sister, would he? It’s her wedding day of course.” "I understand, Alpha." "Now go.” I applaud myself for making the best decision for my heart. I never knew the People's Pack would hold such a treasure. I’m more than grateful that I came here today. The spirit has favoured me and the goddess is greatly on my side. Poison of the Enticing Flames. That is the liquid that is going into his drink, it is one of its kind. Now I have to see if what that old man said to me many years ago about this rare poison which works only on Omegas is true.

While I secretly wished there was some sort of abracadabra to make me disappear from here and reappear back home in my room. She lay on her bed with her Tommy down, making her little pulp ass appear bigger and fuller. Fuck! I quickly went through the stripper bag I was with, to see anything that could help me. The thought of what I did to the stripper that was supposed to be the one here, flashed through my mind. All it took was a tiny bullet into his motherfucker brains and it splattered everywhere, making a mess of his old wrinkled Audi car. I found a bottle of coconut oil and a few chocolate candy bars inside his bag. I offered her one of the chocolate, which she took without further pers

Someone was on the other side, trying to cut through with a thermic lance. "Ivy," Dante said, his voice dropping to a possessive, obsessive low. He reached into his tactical belt and pulled out a small, glass vial—not a stabilizer, but a concentrated dose of the "Result" serum, the rawest form of the Poison. "If they get through that door, they’ll take you. They’ll kill me and take the child." "What are you doing?"

His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors. “Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater comforted himself. The door closes back. “Why do you leave me alone, wretched on a table? I still need you! Maybe offer me a woman’s sweet second chance.” Mark Slater felt as if he had lost the most precious thing he ever won. The hurtful feeling tormented his heart. The woman’s sweet poison had anchored and spread through his veins. The love poison. He nearly wept.

"The dark part will make her body weak and slow, so even if she tries to resist what's happening, she won't have the strength to do anything about it, they are poison so they will slowly kill her. And even if you drink it, it won't affect you because it isn't meant for you, " "And how long will the effects last?" Lynn asked. "Long enough for you to do whatever you need to do," Daisy replied. "But you have to be careful about how much you give her. Too little and it won't work properly. Too much and it might kill her before you're ready for all your big talk." Lynn nodded her head, understanding the importance of getting the dosage exactly right. "I'll be very careful with it," she promised.

Brandon's parents, on the other hand, stopped trying to discipline him altogether and chose to leave him to his own devices. Brandon was starving every time he came by my place during those few days. He had planned to scrounge a meal off Vivian, but he didn't expect that she'd just kick him out on the spot. Having lost everything, Brandon went down an extreme path and stabbed Vivian to death with a knife while she was home alone. Vivian, ironically, had brewed a cup of tea for Brandon that day, and according to the police investigation, that cup of tea was poisoned. I merely smiled when Mom told me all of this, thinking that they had only gotten what they deserved.

I lifted my chin and took the vial. I drank. The burn hit seconds later. It was wrong. Too sharp. Too deep. I gasped. Dropped the vial. “What did you do?” I whispered. Lyra stepped back. “I adjusted the dose,” she said. My knees buckled. Pain ripped through my veins. “You poisoned me,” I said. “Yes,” she replied calmly. “Just enough.” I laughed weakly. “You’re insane.” “No,” she said. “I’m loyal.” The pain spread. My vision blurred.

Tabitha said sharply and stood up on her feet within the twinkle of an eye. Jeremy blinked. "So fast. Hmm." He mumbled only to his earring. Tabitha returned later with a dark little bottle. "Here." Jeremy stood up immediately and collected it. He stared down at it, looking anxious. "That's what I call the Phoenix dark poison. It kills after five minutes. Only someone so strong can exceed this time my dear. I only can produce the remedy to this poison." Jeremy laughed, clutching the little bottle in his palms. "Just like I heard, priestess. What do I give in return?"

"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.