Novel & Cerita Gerard Way Party Poison

He gave me a firm nod and said, “I’m listening, Claudia.” “The aspirants were poisoned,” I said hastily, and he raised one of his brows. “I don’t understand. What did you say?” He furrowed his brows, and I began to fear what I was about to tell him was going to break him more than what Alpha Everett had done to him. “I said, Alpha Horst, Alpha Joachim, and Alpha Everett were poisoned at the voting event,” I repeated, and his eyes broadened.

After obtaining the formula, Griffin monopolized 70% of it, leaving only 30% for Gerard. Why was Gerard killed first? It was clear that Gerard was puzzled and felt wronged. "Does it really matter who goes first?" Woody said coldly. Then, his gaze fixed on Griffin. "I know I was wrong. Mr. Schubert Senior, please say something. I don't want to die!" Griffin was terrified and almost peed his pants; he hurriedly shouted for mercy. "Make him stop, I'll give you all my money as an apology. "You can't just stand by and watch me die without doing anything!"

"You look like your mother." The words hit Lorenzo somewhere undefended and he looked away fast and pressed his jaw tight and stared at the road beside Gerald's feet until the burning behind his eyes settled enough to ignore. Gerald gave his shoulder one firm squeeze and dropped his hand. "Come with me," he said. "Tonight is not the night. You cannot walk into that mansion right now and come back out alive and I am not going to stand here and watch you throw your life away." Lorenzo's head came back up immediately. "He killed her." The words came out rough and cracked at the edges. "Gerald, he sent people to that hospital and they poisoned her. She's gone….She'

at me. I took a deep breath and knew they would only do worse if I did not act soon. Pulling Megan behind me, I reached into my bag and grabbed a bottle of champagne. It was to celebrate my daughter’s coming of age. However, I shook it violently and twisted the cork. The foaming torrent drenched the men before me and soaked Melanie, as well as Crystal, from head to toe. The sudden explosion of liquid sent them stumbling back in surprise. After that, I took the windproof lighter from Megan’s hand. Flicking it on, I charged straight at them.

Throughout that ten-day period, the Minshalls had already planned to actively look for ways to steal—the presumed dead—at least a portion of Gerald’s assets and possessions… Nobody could’ve expected him to still be alive! They had used the thousand years of poison! The most potent poison their family had! Gerald himself ignored the shocked group of Minshalls, choosing instead to walk forward and look for a cool and safe spot where he then laid the now-unconscious Yume. Following that, he casually walked over to the contraption he had earlier kicked before saying with a smile on his face, “What’s this then…? What were you guys so busy with over here? Hmm?”

the room goes into a deep silence in a matter of seconds just from some loud noises. "This is a glorious occasion and wee need to take everything step by step till the moment this bastard is out of breath" the crowd was now shouting Geri's name and still chanting for Edwards killing. Geri looked around and saw himself as the hero, he had no option but takes a portion of some sample poison that had been placed infront of him and applies it on a dagger. Because the demands of Edwards death was now becoming too much he had no option but to decide to stab him even though he wanted to see his death slow and enjoy every bit of his suffering.

the secretary asked. Bernard held out one finger and said, “One word, poison!” “Poison?” “Exactly, similar to how Eveline was created, I want to use poison on this child as well. I want to poison this child with the same poison that we poisoned Daniel and Giovani with.”

I ask, frowning. “Yes.” “You were looking for that. I thought Moon Dust only…” I trail off, realisation striking me and I look up at him sharply. “Were you planning to somehow poison the opposition with it?” Gerard smirks. “Something like that. It was why Lawrence wanted it back… however, we are not sure where it is despite looking for it. We would have added it to the gases around the pack, but it doesn’t matter. We will win without it.” “So that was why… but he said it was a small sack. How many men could that have killed?”

“They are well known in China. Many say they were behind the man who was poisoned for the last two years on TV. People talk. They say it was their work.” I frowned, remembering the dead ambassador I saw on TV three years ago. “The Ambassador?” “Yes,” Gerald continued. “Poison. They deal with poison more than bullets.” I shuddered. I could have been dead. Eric’s eyes widened slightly as if something had just connected in his mind. Almost at the same time, Gerald suddenly inhaled sharply, as though the same thought had struck him. “Wait,” he murmured. The way they looked at each other made my skin prickle.

But here, in the dim, flickering light of the dying fire, he looked up at Ivy with eyes that were no longer just golden; they were shattered. The scratches on his arm, where Ivy’s nails had carved into his skin during the peak of their visceral union, were not glowing with magic—they were weeping a dark, sluggish fluid that seemed to drain the very iron from his resolve. The "poison" Ivy had mentioned wasn't a supernatural curse; it was a potent, concentrated sedative found in the hidden compartment of the 1890 box, a "last resort" the first Isabella had prepared for a Moretti who refused to be tamed.