Familiar Taste Of Poison Song 소설 & 이야기

The bitter taste of herbs lingered on my tongue — the same ones my father forced into my mouth before I passed out. The room was quiet, dimly lit by the moonlight spilling through the window. I could still feel traces of the poison pulsing through my body, crawling under my skin like a whisper that refused to fade. My head throbbed, but faint voices echoed from the next room — my father’s voice and… someone else’s.

She was staring at me, and there was this smile on her face which never seemed to fade away. “Here you go”. She placed a small liquid container on the table, and continued to say to me, “I went through so much effort to acquire this for you, Valentina. This is the death flower poison. It's odorless, colorless, and tasteless. It cost me quite some fortune. Just a drop of this in their food, and they would get sick like a normal human being. Even after being taken to the hospital, no doctor would be able to tell that they were poisoned. And just that, they are going to die and get out of your way”. ‘ Is there such a poison in this world?’. I thought, and as I continued to stare at the containe

His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors. “Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater comforted himself. The door closes back. “Why do you leave me alone, wretched on a table? I still need you! Maybe offer me a woman’s sweet second chance.” Mark Slater felt as if he had lost the most precious thing he ever won. The hurtful feeling tormented his heart. The woman’s sweet poison had anchored and spread through his veins. The love poison. He nearly wept.

Then came the words. “I have been poisoning you.”

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.

I had visited the club several times with Austin, it was my first visiting alone,hence the reason It felt a bit strange. When my drink arrived, i didn’t sip it. I threw it back, welcoming the fire in my throat. This, I thought, is how you erase a man. I felt the tangy sweetness of the cranberry juice and the warmth of the vodka spreading through my chest. I let the music wash over me, feeling the stress and pain of the day begin to melt away. I wasn't much of a party person, but tonight, I didn't care. I was ready to lose myself in the music and the noise, to forget about the pain that still lingered in my chest.

Or was it where the door to the hidden room was? Then came the scent. Alcohol. The sharp, sour scent clung like a second skin. Alpha Callister Haemont walked in, barefoot, his shirt half-buttoned, hair a dark mess as though sleep and whiskey had twisted through it. His eyes were glassy. Red-rimmed and still sharp enough to slice the air around him. The Elders turned with identical expressions of disdain and as though accusing her. “So,” one said, “the new Alpha celebrates his rise by drowning himself in liquor.”

It was odd, but I didn’t think too much about it at first. “You didn’t find a place?” I asked as we sat down. “No, they wouldn’t show me anything because I’m not married. Ridiculous, right?” She sighed, picking at her food. I stared at my plate, an unsettling feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. Something about the food tasted… familiar. Too familiar. Poisoned.The same poison my step mother fed me once. “Don’t eat!” I shouted, too late. Raisel had already taken a bite. Within seconds, she doubled over, gasping for breath as the pain set in.

“Everyone, please return to your houses. Kindly check all the food and drinks you’re consuming to avoid further poisoning. If you can, young Wildfrost, share with them any signs or indications if there's poison in their food or drinks?” “Uh...” Seraphine blinked several times, flustered at the sudden request. She quickly regained her composure, clearing her throat as she turned to the crowd. “Most common poison is odorless, tasteless and colorless, which is harder to detect. But the rare poisons— the ones that take effect almost as soon as it touches your mouth— have a distinct smell. These cyaxins produce garlic-like smell and taste, though not so pronounced. Just like the one here, it has