A Touch Of Poison Novels & Stories

When the company began choosing a vendor for staff lunches, I immediately ruled out my family's restaurant. A coworker stared at me. "Nora, that is a $150,000 contract. Your family runs a restaurant, and you're turning down money being handed to you? Are you out of your mind?" I smiled and didn't answer. In my last life, I took that contract. Then the new intern, Fiona Bell, accused me of secretly pocketing a commission. She even produced a quote from a three-star hotel for comparison. "Look, theirs is three dollars a portion. How do you justify charging eight?" Even my boyfriend of six years, Gavin Shaw, whom I had been seeing in secret, joined her in confronting me with the invoices. In th

"Oh, yummy ..." Sunday forehead furrowed. "Yummy their face." Shaina just laughs at her. "Why are you so bitter? Look, he looks like Thor, the one in blue polo." Sunday gave her a deadpan look. "I need to go to the restroom." She walk the way to the restroom but her feet got stuck when she saw a familiar figure pinning another woman to the wall and hungrily kissing and touching each other bodies. "D-David?" With his drunk in lust eyes, David finds his way to look at her for seconds.

I continued to look for him when suddenly, I bumped into a drinks' server, causing my clothes to get spilled by those beverages, exposing my clevage and chest. "Ma'am, I'm s-sorry I didn't m-meant..." the server said nervously. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry too, it's my fault." I politely said. "Oh no! D-Don't touch me! I m-mean I can handle it by myself," I said when he tried to wipe my chest. I saw the second thought on his face but I hurried past it when I noticed that we were grabbing the attention of others.

He pulled out of his hand. I frowned. It was tiny, long and dark red, almost like a drop of wine that had hardened. No packaging. Just a suspicious little pill between the fingers of a Don who had once said poison was only used by cowards. I stared at the pill. “What is that?” Zach tilted his head. The lamplight caught the line of his jaw. “I have some of the most competent people in the world,” he said. “Killers?” “Some.”

"You Listers of the Jessiton truly live up to their reputations as great romantic figures! You seriously just married off your ex-fiancee to her lover. I truly had no idea you were capable of such a move, Mr. Lister!" I caught the derision in her tone and managed a reluctant, strained smile. "I'm no sentimental fool. I have always been one to demand an eye for an eye. I'm keen to observe exactly how long Whitney, now stripped of everything, can maintain a loving relationship with Steven, who is paralyzed from the waist down." "What do you mean he's paralyzed?"

The bullet split it clean down the middle, right between our joined hands. The second shot struck the pregnancy test on the desk, the one showing two lines. I had just found out I was pregnant and hadn't even told Salvatore yet. Yet, this was the surprise he gave me. The third shot shattered the mirror. My reflection splintered into countless pieces—broken beyond repair. No matter how sweet our memories had been, I wanted no part of a love built on lies. Rosa had schemed every detail to perfection, except for one. Like father, like daughter. In his time, my father had ruled the underworld of the west with an iron fist. They called him the Steel Lion.

It feels heavier than it should. I look down, and notice my drawer, where the spray bottle of poison is in, is slightly open. I use one hand to push it close discreetly, while answering Jude’s question.

"Benedict, I never thought your jealousy would run so deep. Just to keep me away from Clay, you were willing to take my life. Do our three years of marriage mean nothing to you at all?" Our marriage? It amounted to nothing compared to her sharing a bed with a man she claimed was just a friend. While the Johnsons all took turns condemning me, I kept my gaze fixed on Evanna. I asked, "Do you know where the Nineblossom Pill comes from? Setting aside how rare the ingredients are, there's only one person in the world who can make them—Physician Goodall of Enrin.

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.