Familiar Taste Of Poison Song Novels & Stories

“Tell me more.” My eyes gleam with mischief as I start off. “I know this poison combo; it’s tasteless, odorless, and undetectable. No matter how many tests, it will never show in the tests; it will be as if the person has a mysterious disease. Oh, and it’s very fast, knocks the person out in less than twenty seconds.” I don’t know if it’s because I know a lot about poisons, but I think it’s the best. “How do we get such poison?”

replied Isaac in a cheery tone. The second Harper tried to say something, Isaac immediately flicked his finger… sending a pill down Harper’s throat! Following that, Isaac took the initiative to explain, “What you just swallowed is known as the Heart-Eating Pill. It’s a special poison developed by my family, and it’s both tasteless and odorless. As for its effects, the second the poison starts taking effect, your entire body will start itching so badly that you’ll feel the need to scratch your organs out! Isn’t that a tragic way to die?”

Replied Ares. "Tell me what happened?" Asked Dylan and leaned on the table. Ares told everything to Dylan. After listening everything, Dylan started to laughing while holding his stomach. "Why are you laughing?" Asked Ares in irritated voice. Dylan stopped laughing and replied "You did a good job Ares. I am proud of you." "Mn. I think last night, I can made Zeus taste his own medicine." Ares said. "So, what is your next plan?" Dylan asked. "Let's continue like this for a while." Ares said.

I am expecting her to be alive and kicking. He is still putting the spoon in my mouth and he is just waiting for me to taste it. I dont wanna taste it. But realizing how much effort he put just to make this poison just to poison me—food, want me to taste this one. Please, you must be good. You know what, I don't believe in the saying don't judge the book by its cover but by tasting this one. Huh! How I wish I didn't appreciate things so that I didn't taste this.

More intimate than I'd expected. My body draped over his. My breasts pressed against his chest. The lace doing nothing to separate us. I could feel his heartbeat. Weak but there. I kept sucking. Kept spitting. Kept going back. My mouth against his skin. Tasting him. Tasting the poison trying to kill him. The black lines faded more. The venom coming out drop by drop. My mouth was numb now. Burning from the poison. Stop, Parrot said. You're poisoning yourself.

“You said everything tasted like ash at your pack. There are several reasons the tongue registers ash, and poison is one of the most common.” That can’t be true. No one at Stone Heart would do that to me. Even if they didn’t like me, even if they looked down on me, they wouldn’t go that far. “You’re wrong,” “I’m an apothecary,” she reminds me. “I know these things, I’ve made poisons before. I recognize the signs. Your food was tampered with.” My brows pull together. “I cooked for myself sometimes. For my family too and it still tasted like ash to me.”

“Let’s finish it this time.” I try to pull my head from her hands, jerk her fingers from my face, bite down on them but I can only lie down like a potato as she pries my jaw open and dumps a familiar tasting substance in my mouth. It reminds me of another time when I was chained and at her mercy and the metallic tang tells me I’ve been poisoned with silver again. It burns, all the way down with a horribly familiar taste, moving down to burn my insides. She snaps my jaw closed and straightens. “Goodbye Celine.” She says.

They might have taken my freedom, my revenge, but they couldn't take my defiance. With a trembling hand, I uncorked the vial. The scent of bitter almonds filled my nostrils, a familiar, comforting scent. This wasn't a swift poison, no. It would be a slow, agonizing descent into oblivion, a fitting end for a life filled with such bitter disappointment.

“I'm ready.” Another lollipop materialized. The moment Draken’s lollipop hit my tongue, I wanted to spit it back out. It wasn’t sweet anymore—if it ever had been. It was bitter, metallic, and thick like blood, like tar. It was something that shouldn’t belong in anyone’s mouth. My throat tried to close on it and spit it out but Draken’s hand on my jaw forced me to swallow. The moment it slid down, heat and ice battled inside me. The poison returned.

"But I have to warn you though. It may or may not taste like poison." "Don't worry, poison is my favourite flavour and I'm sure it'll be nice as long as you made it." Oh, well see!