Danger Days Party Poison Novels & Stories

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

And there she was, laying on the bed with me hovering over her like my prey. I got up, straightened my clothes and left her room. I had to put that to the back of my mind, for now, but I was becoming crazy about her, having dreams and fantasies about her. God, I wanted her. To have and to hold. ___________ One week later, Halley was in much better health and had recovered wonderfully. The NYPD, along with Detective Sam, tracked down the two culprits and had already stuck them behind bars. They explained that they had bought the drugs from a Colombian and decided to use it on a bunch of the girls at Matt's birthday party. Halley had gotten an overdose because those fools had no idea what the

It was black and they could feel the familiar devious aura around it. Lark Oz was slightly pale since his beside the poisons. However, he still had his smile on. “We have here the Grade 6 Parilyzation Poison. If anyone consumes this, your body will be paralyzed for 8 months and you won't be able to move. Terrifying, right?”

The ruler of Raffan is known as a cave lord as their kingdom was surrounded by caves. Raffans weren't really known as they were a group of people from different conquered kingdom who joined forces together thirty years ago while binding and developing themselves. Now that they have well built army, they wanted to make their presence known to the world and by doing that, they created a poison know as: days death. Before putting the bullets to their gun, they'd keep their bullet in the poison which was in liquid form for days before taking it out. The poison had no cure and they were sure that the Death lord wouldn't survive. Their main aim was to take him down and once they knew he was gone,

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.