A Dose Of Pretty Poison の小説・ストーリー

It’s something new, and once I fuck her innocent little body, it’ll be out of my system and that will be that. I almost believe my line of bullshit as I pull out my cell phone and make a quick call to a boutique I know. I place an order for a sexy, black dress and heels and arrange for it to be delivered to Liv’s room. I add in some lingerie because it pleases me to do so, and then toss in a pair of earrings and a necklace.

Meryl chided, patting her chest in an attempt to ease her equally startled self. Looking unfazed, she continued, "I already saw the divorce agreement. Since you're about to get divorced, why bother with these photos? They're nothing but an eyesore! You should've thrown them away as soon as possible. "I figured I could give you a hand, so I broke them all this morning. I did it quietly. I didn't want to wake you after all. "Come on, Jacob. You must be hungry. Here, I made you some gnocchi—"

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

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

But here, in the dim, flickering light of the dying fire, he looked up at Ivy with eyes that were no longer just golden; they were shattered. The scratches on his arm, where Ivy’s nails had carved into his skin during the peak of their visceral union, were not glowing with magic—they were weeping a dark, sluggish fluid that seemed to drain the very iron from his resolve. The "poison" Ivy had mentioned wasn't a supernatural curse; it was a potent, concentrated sedative found in the hidden compartment of the 1890 box, a "last resort" the first Isabella had prepared for a Moretti who refused to be tamed.

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?"