Familiar Taste Of Poison Song Novels & Stories

Sighing, I picked up the bottle and twisted the lid, bringing it close to my nose, but it had no smell or color, just like water, but thicker than water. “What the fuck is this?” I murmur to myself. “Drink!” The digital voice commands. Slamming my eyes shut, I chug down the drink and swallow. It has a little bit of a sour taste, and that was it. The camera above me beeps as if notifying the digital voice I drank it, “You just drank ‘Makish al háolan’, a deadly poison.” I drop the bottle in an instant, my hands shaking uncontrollably. My breathing becomes shallow, and I feel physically lightheaded.

I spat a mouthful of blood with the highest concentration of poison. Hazel whimpered again, but I couldn’t decipher if she was in pain or if this whimper originated from the pleasure because she yanked my hair there. I sucked the wounds a few times, spitting mouthfuls of blood out every time. Because of the poison, the taste was so awful that I almost puked after my first two attempts, but soon, the taste started returning to its original taste. Even her blood tasted sweet. “Stop now. I am feeling better,” she asked me in a weak voice after a few attempts.

She didn’t care what happened to her…after all, the poison was bitter, but it was also sweet. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

I gasp, my voice a desperate whisper. But his voice didn’t come. The world tilts, darkness creeping in at the edge of my vision again. I hear the sound of laughter, a faint, mocking echo, as the poison takes hold of me.

If I hadn’t seen her last night, I would’ve believed she was here to save me. “Come on, Khair. Get ready,” I murmur, lifting the bowl. The scent hits first, it's sweet, but heavy enough to sting the nose. I don’t swallow. Not yet. I let it rest on my tongue, trying to feel the pull of what doesn’t belong. The purplish layer smells like something dark. It's poison. My pulse rises as I separate it from the whitish part, the one one that feels clean and light. Power rises in my chest as I guide the two apart, slow and careful, until the burn fades from the drink.

"It's all your fault for screeching like a slaughtered pig and ruining the mood." He then turned to Ruby, his tone instantly softening while saying, "I've had your favorite jewelry sets prepared for you as a way to make amends, Ruby." Ruby snuggled bashfully into Justin's embrace, her eyes filled with spite as she glanced at me. "I've heard that nothing enchants the human heart quite like a mermaid's voice. You'd better watch out, Justin, lest her song completely captivate your soul." Justin's face instantly hardened. He signaled the bodyguards to pin me down, completely ignoring my frantic struggles. He used his hands to roughly pry my mouth open and poured a bowl of scalding hot soup down

♤Ven♤ People say I'm a human. But they don't know blood doesn't flow in my veins. If there's something, that's poison. I'm a poison damsel, I'm an immortal. My birth was cursed and death was craved. My breath can make anyone struggle for air, my one scratch can kill, my eyes can hypnotise and my smile can seduce. Yeah, I'm a human. A human, made of poison. ◇Aragon◇

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.

he is using you. The venom in his tone was something I never expected from him. Luca had always been my safe harbor, the one person who didn't demand anything from me, and hearing him twist my confusion into something dirty felt like a physical slap to my face. It was mystifying that the sweet guy who had brought me hot chocolate just hours ago could look at me with so much disgust.