روايات وقصص ضمن Garden Of Poison

~ Lumiére's POV ~ The garden was a serene oasis, a secluded haven within the confines of the sprawling mansion. The tranquility of the space was expected, given that it was a closed off area of the house, accessible only to a select few. The meticulous care bestowed upon the garden was evident, with every flower in full bloom, exuding fragrances that tantalized the senses. For Lumiére, the garden served as a refuge, a place where he could gather his thoughts and clear his head after the endless meetings that seemed to plague his every waking moment.

I even planted roses in the garden—I remember them being your favorite. "Besides, I've cut ties with my mom and Kaia. I've also annulled Clara's adoption. I don't care about not having children in the future—it'll just be the two of us. Come back with me, okay?"

Just when she thought she had succeeded, Dylan's parents adamantly opposed the marriage. Not only did they refuse, but they also went to Lauren's hometown and spread rumors that she was a shameless gold digger who used men for money. Lauren's parents were deeply ashamed, and her reputation was ruined. After her scheme was exposed, she begged Dylan not to call the police. She offered to split the massive insurance payout with him so they could escape abroad and live a luxurious life together. Faced with such temptation, Dylan agreed. However, on the night before their departure, he drugged Lauren and poisoned her to death.

“Points! Map parts are worth one point each. These monsters drop empty map parts that cannot be used for treasure seeking but are still worth points!” There was always more than one way of winning the games that Godfather Veron devised. At first, Zen thought it was his blind luck favouring him. However, after visiting the dungeon designed by Godfather Veron, the gamer felt this academy was created with a purpose similar to the Gu Poison pot from Chinese mythology. Gu Poison was developed using a cruel method of pitting the deadliest poisonous insects and animals in a pot where they must fight each other to death and survive each other’s poison to evolve into the ultimate poison master. The w

I had called him earlier, so that we can talk about the person that had killed Nadia's parents and why I am been fingered as the one. “How is everyone down there?” I asked as I got closer to him while my eyes shifted to the old parking garage behind him. Things in the mafia are not exactly what they seem, you only see what we want you to see. To an ordinary eye, this place might be mistaken as an old garage but beneath it are over three hundred worlds most deadly Italian men waiting to strike anytime. I have always had a thing for underground designs, and I plan on creating a whole new world under the ground someday.

David states furmly as the guard hesitates for a bit but let us out anyway. The mansion boasts a stunning garden at the front, with a neatly paved road cutting through its lush greenery. The vibrant flowers, in full bloom, fill the air with their intoxicating aroma, making the entire scene feel almost surreal. But this breathtaking view is merely a prelude. It reminds me of that dream I dreamt in which I saw my mother.

POV DARLENE The Garden of the Goddess was not a place of earth and water; it was a landscape of Frozen Intent. The grass beneath my boots was made of translucent silver needles that hummed when I moved, and the trees were not wood, but calcified breaths of the First Luna. Every flower that bloomed in this high-altitude sanctuary was a different shade of violet, their petals etched with the "Metadata" of every woman who had ever dared to be "Too Much".

Inside the greenhouse, the most beautiful and dangerous garden the world had ever seen continued to grow fed by pleasure, pain, and the willing screams of those who begged to become its soil. And Elowen, the Pain Gardener, smiled as new buds began to form along her vines. There would always be more blooms.

She had anticipated this level of security, which is why her plan hinged on a substance she had carefully prepared: wolfsbane, a toxic plant that could incapacitate even the strongest of men. With the moon as her guide, Athena crept silently along the castle's shadowed battlements, heading towards the herbal garden where the wolfsbane grew. Her heart raced with both excitement and trepidation, for her plan was daring and fraught with risks. As Athena approached the garden, the scent of earth and herbs filled the air. She knelt beside the wolfsbane, her gloved hands deftly plucking the fragile blossoms. A whispered prayer for success passed her lips as she gathered the poisonous plants, her m

I type them quickly, praying my mother's old codes still work. The lock clicks. Green light. "We're in," I breathe. We slip inside. The greenhouse is humid, warm, filled with exotic plants. Some I recognize. Most I don't. "Secure section is in the back," Isabella leads the way. We wind through rows of vegetation. Beautiful and deadly. I recognize nightshade, hemlock, oleander. Viktor's poison garden. The secure section is behind a glass wall. Another keypad, plus the biometric scanner. Isabella presses the silicon fingerprint to the scanner. I type in a secondary code from the USB.