Blake Belladonna Novels & Stories

Her blush was replaced with gulp and she looked at him nervously. He smirked at her reaction and walked away. Anamika saw them creating chaos and looked at Massimo. "They have planned to have a breakfast in the garden without the help of maids, god save us from chaos..." Massimo huffed dramatically. Bella stood in front of Alex amused as he struggled to finish all oranges. "Harder than squeezing blood from dead bodies, isn't it, Mr. Mafia?" She mocked. He huffed. "This is why I prefer whisky, orange juice is too much work... Damn!"

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

A minor healing salve, infused with crushed herbs and wolfsbane to dull pain and regenerate surface tissue. “I made a new batch,” she said. “Stronger. The others were diluted, I was running low on belladonna. But I have more now.” “That’s thoughtful of you,” I said quickly. “Thank you. I’ll take it to him.” She didn’t hand it over. Instead, she stared at me. Her eyes were sharp beneath her gentle tone. “I can walk it there myself. I need to check his bandages anyway.” “No need,” I snapped, a little too quickly. “He’s asleep.”

Bellamy whimpered as he sliced through the last symbol. With the patch of skin removed, Bellamy snapped his fingers again and crystal decanter containing a blue liquid appeared in his hand. He slowly poured the liquid over the wound on Lissa’s chest making the skin underneath sizzle as tendrils of smoke rose from the wound. Her ear-piercing screams rang throughout the room again. Bellamy hissed as the liquid splashed up, burning his hands, leaving behind bright red blisters. Once the decanter was emptied, he placed his glowing hands over the place where the branding had been and began to mumble an incantation.

she counters softly. A beat of silence. “That is not your concern.” She holds my gaze for a long, heavy beat, testing the air. Finally, she looks away, her defiance breaking under the pressure of the dark ozone I’m emitting. "Fine," she mutters, grabbing a vial of concentrated Belladonna. "I will prepare the 'bridal' tonic. I will ensure she is sssufficiently vacant for your little pageant. But if Kaeden breaks through those shadows of yoursss, Alpha, don't expect me to ssstay, watch you burn and wait till I become his next target. I will run for my life."

She had one lead: the flower shop. It took two hours of cross-referencing property records from Sofia’s encrypted cloud drive accessed via a backdoor Chen finally provided with known Moretti shell corporations. She found it: Belladonna Blooms, a quaint boutique in the gentrifying North End. The name was a joke only a monster would make. Belladonna: deadly nightshade. Beautiful. Poisonous.

Raiden put his arm around me at the same time as Zev did, “when you’re not on drugs, we’re going to talk about what you just said.” “I think the belladonna is like a truth serum,” Zev said. Before grabbing some of my hair and twirling it around his finger. “You have pretty hair, Lana.” Everything was pretty, like it was glistening around me. Was that a hallucination? “Your skin looks like chocolate. Does it taste like chocolate?” I asked Zev, while Raiden laughed loudly at me and his friend. I turned to look at him, “you have a great laugh.” Raiden smiled at me, “we should give you belladonna every day.”

I smirked absentmindedly as I leaned back the chair. Belladona? It probably means ‘a beautiful lady’ I scoffed off and grinned wider. You can’t fool me, Ben. I know what you mean. The devil's cherry, the deadly nightshade-- you know what’s its name? Belladonna. The most beautiful yet poisonous flower in the garden of the south. Search it up, maybe you’ll see my name in the list soon.

She looked like she’d lost her shit and was just about to go crazy, and her eyes were unfocused. “Here I am, Medea,” I said. “Belladonna isn't who you want. It's me.” She shook her head before she nodded. “Yes. Yes. Yes, you're right, but I also want her.” Was she on drugs? What was this behavior? “And what do you want with Belladonna?” “I want to kill her,” she answered through her teeth. “She deserves to die.” I looked at her, really looked at her, and I noticed that her pupils were dilated. She really was on drugs.

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.