A Touch Of Poison Novels & Stories

"I understand you've been asking questions about an old family matter that isn't yours to inherit. I thought you should hear, directly from me, exactly how that kind of curiosity tends to end." The line went silent for one long, unbearable second, followed by the distant, unmistakable sound of a single gunshot echoing faintly across open water.

Happiness those cruel men deprived him of. Aurelio didn't know when a drop of tear fell from his eyes as he thought of all that. "What do you mean by the poison is out of stock!" Aurelio paused when he heard those word. He silently stood up. "Poison is something that doesn't sell much in the market so it's rare to find" The old woman said on the phone. "What! Can't I have at least one bottle tomorrow, I used up all the stuff thinking it'll kill them both but only that dumb girl fell into my trap" Ruby said on the phone

The blue seal looks like it oozed reddish ink onto the page. I’m not holding a letter. I’m holding a murder weapon. “What?” Sash asks. “I just thought you might want to see it.” “Burning clove,” I mumble. “It’s a contact poison. You have to touch it, the sap, which looks reddish when distilled to full potency.”

I gave it my all but when the rogues learned that they couldn't defeat me that easily, they used poison to make me weak. My soldiers and I trained how to deal with such poisons but they used lots of poison so it was hard for me to stand it. I remembered Hazel screaming desperately when she watched me drop to the ground. I recalled how faith left her eyes when she saw her knight in shining armour close his eyes. She watched her dreams of someone saving her from the rogues crumble on her feet. "Luciano please wake up, you need to wake up because our babies and I need you right now,"I recalled how Hazel pleaded with me through the mind-link while crying.

That got my eyes slowly dimming at his touch with my body moving to his rhythm. His finger came down to my shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one at a time. "Don't you have a meeting to attend to?" I asked, gradually drifting into his charm. When he unhooked the fourth button, i felt his hand going under my top, reaching for my right boob. His hand came around it, giving a gentle squeeze, causing my body to sway at his touch. "The meeting can wait." His lips came down on my neck with kisses, trailing my skin with his tempting and Icy touch.

Her robe hung in tatters as her bare shoulders trembled beneath the hunger and anger of his gaze. "Why are you saying please?" he growled, his voice thick with alcohol and something dangerous. His grip tightened, heat radiating from him like a storm barely held at bay. It was his wolf. He had taken control. A wolf was hard to handle but an angry one? His eyes burned into hers, searching, accusing. "You wanted this, I know you do.” The words were sharp, filled with disgust. "You drugged me for it." Though he accused her, he still went ahead to touch her.

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.

“I thought it should be fair.” I thought about this for a second before taking a small breath. “It’s not just about haphephobia… I also have depression and anxiety,” I tell him. “I think the touch is what triggers it and it makes me panic. I’m sure when you looked it up you read that this could be caused by a traumatized past.” Luis glanced over at me. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” He said as we watch the varsity now warming up before the game starts. “I did read that, but I was never going to bug you about the details.”

"Just injecting the toxin isn't enough. If he ever manages to run away one day, Liam will be scared." She picked up the scalpel from the tray. The blade pressed against my ankle. "Sever it." The doctor cried out in alarm, but Amelia did not pause for even a moment. With a forceful slash of her wrist, she cut down. The instant my tendon snapped, the toxin spread throughout my body. The double agony completely drowned me. I gripped the bedsheet beneath me with all my strength. Every fingernail broke, and blood stained the white sheets red. Two tears rolled from the corners of my eyes and fell onto the pure white pillow.

"The deceased was poisoned, and I’m afraid I’ve been poisoned too." After saying so, Adrian spread his hands. His fingertips were indeed slowly turning purplish-blue. The poison was so potent that one would be infected solely through touch. Rozi panicked. Adrian had been her support all this while, and it would be really bad if he was poisoned at this juncture. "We should go," Rozi urged. "No."