A Touch Of Poison Novels & Stories

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 !"

He laughed again, that low, dark sound that made my nipples tighten against the thin fabric of my dress. “Bold.” His hand slid higher, fingers brushing the lace edge of my panties. “But stupid.” My pulse spiked. I shifted, reached for the lipstick in my clutch, slow and deliberate. He watched every move. I uncapped it, brought it to my lips. The poison was odorless, tasteless. One kiss. One touch of my mouth to his glass. Ten minutes and he’d be dead. I leaned forward, offering. He didn’t move. Instead, his free hand caught my wrist, lightning fast, grip like iron.

Was it true? “You mean it Poison?” Poison nodded and Buck stepped forward standing right in front of Poison. Buck is six inches taller than Poison. He lowered his head and caressed Poison’s cheek giving shivers to Poison. “What about kitten?” Poison closed his eyes breathing in Buck’s scent. He remembered all the memories they shared inhaling Buck’s masculine scent. He turned around to get hold of himself. He shouldn’t have let Buck touch him the other day. Now all he could think about was his slurping mouth and hands on his body. His skin craved to be touched by him.

she grinned and I hugged her on the bed. "Seriously its not funny.You made me worry"I pouted. "Well I'm fine now.What happened to me?"she asked rubbing my cheeks. "You were poisoned" "Poisoned?" "Doctor said your skin came in contact with a toxic substance.Do you remember anyone touching you in the morning?" "Charyl! That bitch.She touched my arms yesterday and I got angry and pushed her off.It's possible that she would have been the one,she's the one who openly hates me in the house"

If I hadn’t seen her last night, I would’ve believed she was here to save me. “Come on, Khair. Get ready,” I murmur, lifting the bowl. The scent hits first, it's sweet, but heavy enough to sting the nose. I don’t swallow. Not yet. I let it rest on my tongue, trying to feel the pull of what doesn’t belong. The purplish layer smells like something dark. It's poison. My pulse rises as I separate it from the whitish part, the one one that feels clean and light. Power rises in my chest as I guide the two apart, slow and careful, until the burn fades from the drink.

“And if Moonspire senses a trap?” “Then we have the final piece,” Theodore said. He reached under his cloak and drew out a small, sealed vial, the liquid inside dark as night. The torchlight swallowed the color, but the pack understood the language: poison in a bottle, small and efficient. The vial bore no rune but the shape of a crescent etched in a hand they recognized as his signature. “This is not meant for the battlefield,” he added. “It is meant for a cup raised in celebration, a hand that loosens the tongue, or the water of a well. A single drop is enough to blur the senses, to make friends into strangers.”

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.

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.

"Princess, we need to eat. This is a rare opportunity that some deer would wander around here---" "Exactly. Have you forgotten what I told you? This place was controlled by Lord Dorchadas. Meaning he sent that for a purpose. A poison or something, we're not sure so I won't risk it. I won't risk your lives." I said after cutting off the gardia's statement. They looked all dumbfounded with what I said. I understand their sentiments. I was famished too but I needed to think logically while everyone was now aiming for survival. I can't risk my people.

Wrong. Grabbing a bottle from the rack, I popped it open and poured two glasses. I looked over, making sure she was still sitting on the sofa, and she was, not even paying me any attention, I pulled the little pouch out of the drawer and plopped two pills into her drink. They fizzed up a little but quickly enough died down and neither drink looked any different.