A Touch Of Poison Novels & Stories

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.

Suzy used her hands to speak as well, tapping her index fingers repeatedly. “They have his father, so taking out the son would only make it easier for them to take everything that belongs to the Moonbloom Pack. This poison isn’t what anyone would see in the library…” “I won’t let that happen.” I interrupted him whilst he was still speaking. “This poison is very unique. It can be poured inside his drink, inside his food, or worse, on his skin.” The Healer tugged at his collar repeatedly. The level of nervousness among everyone in this office was quite high.

"I think we have enough resources to deal with them. We could win even if there is something wrong along the way. We find that the things inside the code are a list with both our names in it. It seems that whoever leads this wants all of us gone or it's blackmail. They even show evidence and crime record along with evidence that we didn't know exist. Another one was a recipe about how to make the poison that was said to be the rarest type of poison. It was so lethal that people burn the plants the moment they saw them. This poison is called Nightshade." I listened to him explain what he read. But then it goes to the part where he said there was also a poison recipe in there. A poison so leth

She moved her finger up the brunette's flat tummy heading up towards her breast. Poison groaned at the feel of the blonde fingers on her skin and the rub of her sec against her leather-covered thighs. She moved back her lips to her mouth and swallowed the moan that fell off her lips when her hand covered her breast. she kneaded the soft flesh swallowing more of the blonde's sexy sounds and then suddenly flinched away when a sore spot on her body was touched by the blonde. Cat grew alarmed when she felt something sticky on her wandering fingers and Poison flinching off from her. " You are injured, " she cried out looking up sharply at the woman.

“A thug doesn’t survive twenty-three assassination attempts. A thug doesn’t keep trophies.” I held the dagger up, letting the light glint off the poisoned edge. “This was attempt number seven. A gift from an anonymous benefactor. I’ve always suspected it came from someone in this very room.” I looked at each of them in turn. “The poison is excruciating. It doesn’t kill quickly. It dissolves the nerves, turns the blood to acid. The victim feels everything as they slowly, painfully, cease to function.” The color drained from every face. Gerald looked like he might be sick.

Don’t touch me! “Laurel,” mother speaks my name like a curse. “You deserve nothing.” And with that, she plunges the syringe deep into my arm. My muffled cry is drowned in agony. The poison seeps into my body and it is as if a wave of parasitic worms has taken hold of me. They fill my every pore and dig under my skin. The poison burns and yet it sends a chill into my heart that not even the Moon Goddess could ever warm. I am in pain. As if a thousand swords are plunged into me.

The stinging pain was a welcoming reminder of the internal invisible wounds I had inflicted on her… A Siren’s attack in anger was far more deadly than those in a normal attack. The head healer had explained that their anger and rage create a poison that is excreted through their nails and lips. Hence how the name ‘the touch of death’ came about. I cleaned the wounds, hissing at the stinging pain. Pain that was now beginning to spread to the rest of my body slowly. I grabbed fresh bandages, wrapping them around before I glanced at my watch.

Reducing him to nothing more than a soon-to-be blood bag for the blood traders. She tiptoed to the bed. Gently reached for Daylen's hand and injected the poison in him. Daylen gasped. Within a second, his senses started to become numb. Daylen could neither feel his body nor his surrounding. His head was pounding with an increased rate in his heartbeat. 'Monsters,' the word echoed in his mind over and again. Only they were capable of rendering him to such a state. "We should move for the crown prince," the witch announced.

Her little finger teasing went on for what seemed like an hour but in reality, was more likely ten to fifteen minutes. She finally settled her hand with all four fingertips on his balls and her thumb under his cock. She held it there for some minutes then slowly and with the very lightest pressure moved her hand upward. Her fingers ran up the length of his cock till they reached the head and then broke contact. She sat up and stretched. The long slow tease had been bad but to have her broken the touch that was way worse. She turned slightly and reached over to pick up the cock gag on the opposite side of Vince's head. In the process, she dragged her breasts across his chest and face. Vince k