Gerard Way Party Poison Novels & Stories

I’d rather save him. I was about to turn away, heart already pounding, but their voices snagged me like hooks. They weren’t done conspiring. “Are you sure you did it right?” one of them asked, suspicion sharpening his whisper. “I did,” the other replied, a cruel satisfaction curling his words. “Slipped it in myself. No one saw me. The poison’s clean, undetectable. Looks like wine, tastes like nothing. It was meant to be some new joint the southern crews were peddling…an experiment gone wrong. They thought they’d cooked up pleasure, but they cooked up death instead. I went through hell to get it. Called in favors, paid in blood. All for him.”

a gentlewoman spoke and Mavis knew that this woman was none other than the mate of Elder Parkinson. Her eyes fell on the slightly swollen belly of the woman and her lips curled up slightly. She sorrowfully muttered, “ What a poor thing, it wouldn’t even get a chance to see the world.” On the other hand, Elder Parkinson and his mate were unaware of what threat lurked outside their window. They calmly chatted with one another while talking about how they were going to raise their fourth child, it was during this attention slip that Mavis tilted the bottle of poison in the drink of the pregnant woman which was kept on the aisle of the kitchen that was close to the window that faced the territor

At Logan's urging, the live stream shot straight to the top of the charts. I watched Brielle's silent acquiescence and suddenly smiled. So that was why she'd been so nice to me lately. My silence upset some of the viewers. Insults flooded the chat, accusing Logan of false advertising. Logan's eyes reddened as he looked pleadingly at Brielle. She frowned and said to me, "Drink it, Trev." A complex emotion flickered in my eyes. "Brielle, I'll die." I wasn't lying. Drinking the rat poison would be my seventh death. This time, there would be no coming back.

Her face was unreadable. The council returned faster than expected. Gerard stood at the front. "We’ve reached a verdict." Here it comes, Celeste thought. Death sentence. "However," Gerard continued, "there’s been a complication." The doors opened again. A young man walked in—thin, pale, shaking. The waiter from the restaurant. The one who’d served the poisoned wine. "I have a confession," he said. "I poisoned Celeste’s glass. I was paid to." Everyone froze.

I answered honestly. Mae gave me an understanding look. She couldn’t sleep either, and had only just stopped berating herself for letting the twins get taken. Just then, my phone buzzed. The sound already notified who had messaged me. I went to my chat with Dr. Venom, where there was a new message. [The party is tomorrow. Happening at 143 PMS Street, Martinez Road] What? My eyes went so wide, they almost bulged out of my head. “Mae!”

he said. I rolled my eyes and asked who was at the table with him. Before he could answer, Theresa spoke up with tears. "What type of poison?" She asked, and I looked at her, not knowing what type of poison to be exact. "Green Bay, or Sharlent," I said. Theresa ordered that the cups be passed to her. Immediately she took it to her nose, she sneezed. "You react to the smell," I said, and she nodded. "It's Green Bay," she said.

Atlas defended. " You could forgot tasting the soup?" Gerber placed her hands on her hips. "No, I haven't. It's impossible to think it's poison. It could be one of the ingredients... " Atlas forwarded while taking a spoon of the black liquid. She smelled it for a few seconds before placing it on the other side. "You're right. It is poison." "Oh, god! I swear,that Catherine will have her guts hang on the wall!" Gerber pushed her sleeves up while marching to the door.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in while Gideon balled his fist beside me. "That's not possible," Gideon muttered through his teeth. "How long have you supplied these poisons?" "A few months now. I do not exactly keep track." "And you have no idea who you supply for?" Julian pressed. "That is the purpose of an intermediary, isn't it?" Julian breathed out in frustration and I stepped in. "Who is the intermediary, Maren?" I asked softly. Something told me she was speaking the truth, and while she had given a lot of information, it would be useless if we never knew who these poisons she supplied went to.

" I was silent for a long time. Then, I nodded. Wayne's funeral came soon after. I did not attend. After that, Hilton Corporation was gradually transferred to me. Wayne's parents, too heartbroken to stay, moved abroad. Rumors spread like wildfire. Some said I had come between Wayne and Jessy just to steal the company. Others claimed Wayne's death was suspicious, that I had a hand in it. Of course, no matter what they said, they could not touch me. I was doing just fine—and that was all that mattered.

“Then treat him the way you treated me.” Gerard swallowed sharply, as if it was painful or his saliva had turned into acid. “It’s a little too late for him,” he continued. “Oh.” Gerard reached for his phone and showed me some videos. Some of them shook uncontrollably. Some had blood running out of their eyes and no. Some had slurred speech as their brain had fried. I pushed the phone away because I couldn’t take it anymore. “If this were to get our due to an investigation,” Gerard said, “nobody would care whether I wanted the company or not. I created this drug, I’ll take the blame.”