Novel & Cerita Antidote Bl

His eyes met mine and he raised an eyebrow before pulling his phone out of the bar’s drawer, showing me a video of myself, giving the man and woman their money outside the bar. My chest ached and I found myself frowning when I felt like the air was growing tight around me as it became harder for me to breathe. The Alpha pulled out a small bottle and put it in front of me. “This is the antidote, and believe me, unless you choose to explain yourself, you are going to end up losing your life.” “I didn’t do…” “Now, now, your time is short. So, there is no use of using it on lying,” He said, stopping me. My chest rose and fell with each breath, and despite knowing that I was trained to be immune

Blake warned and my eyes widened at his comment. "Pig," I scowled and he smirked. "Wait, you can't gag me, what if I have a coughing fit? I'll choke." "Jack gave you the antidote. You won't be coughing up blood anymore," Blake said. "Now open your mouth." "You do not need to fucking gag me," I snapped and Blake smirked.

"That crazy bitch injected Eliana with cor poison." "And what the hell is that?" I demand, feeling my heart drop to my feet. "What are we up against, Blaine?" "It’s a lethal poison that causes cardiac arrest within weeks of injection." "And you do know of an antidote to it, correct?" "I don’t," he responds. "Then it looks like I’m going to be paying Jeckel a visit."

If there was a drug, then it's antidote should also be there. He remember buying it. "Mom." Karla quickly turned around to face him. "The Antidote."

Only, they always remained out of reach. I will not remain out of Ethan’s reach. My gaze flits back to Blake. “Can he be cured?” “There’s only one person in the Northlands who knows the antidote,” says Blake. “You?” His lips curve into a smile. He goes back to the workstation and starts mixing something in a beaker. “Keep pressure on the wound,” he tells Ethan. When Blake returns, he tips back John’s head and pours the liquid into his mouth. John chokes. I step closer, peering over Becky’s head. “That’s the antidote?”

“What couldn’t you stop?” Then I see the splinter in his gray eyes as they well up with tears. “Bait…” he breathes. “They used me as bait.”

"Not just because of the situation." The silence that followed felt weighted with unspoken emotion. "I've been thinking about you too," Kane finally responded, his voice lower, more intimate. "More than I should." After we ended the call, I finished preparing the antidote, a luminous silver-blue liquid that caught the late afternoon light streaming through the laboratory windows. That evening, I discreetly mixed the antidote into Marcus's tea, watching carefully as he drank the entire cup. Elena kept him engaged in conversation while I observed for any adverse reactions. To my relief, there were none – the antidote appeared to integrate smoothly with his system.

She made her way to her dressing mirror "It's okay. You can leave," she replied.. "Thank you my Luna!," he bowed again. With a racing heart, Adam picked up the cleaning tools he brought and then rushed out of the room. A smile crept up his lips as he recalled how smoothly he talked to her. "She doesn't suspect anything. I'm glad," he smiled. Adam dumped the cleaning cleaning tools back at the basement. He brought out the antidote which he kept at his pocket. He stared at it for some seconds. It's redish in color and has a small lid. Adam didn't waste any time in dilly dallying. He rushed off to the infrimary.

"Break... the seal... Sloane." She used the rebar to prize up the scorched wood. Below, hidden in a lead-lined box, wasn't just a vial of blue liquid—the antidote—but a glowing hardware drive. Sloane didn't hesitate. She jammed the auto-injector of the antidote into Julian’s thigh. For a terrifying minute, he went perfectly still. Sloane held him, her face pressed against his, her tears hot against his cold skin. "Don't leave me in the dark, Julian. Please."

It was a video call. “Mr. Lucas Granger, I’m Dr. Smith. I will be in charge of your medications. There’s no cause to panic. You’ll be fine. We are currently looking for an antidote for you. The only problem is that the antidote is quite selective. We have to find an antidote that is compatible with your DNA. If not, it would only cause more complicated problems.” The doctor said. But it all sounded like a folly to me, “How long before you can find an antidote?” I asked. “We’re not sure. It could take months…” “Months…” I repeated. Then he added, “Years…”