Gerard Way Party Poison Novels & Stories

I don’t want to waste my punishment on the wrong person, he thought. It was an excuse but it was better than admitting the truth. And right now he needed the truth. He walked out and met Alora in the hallway. “ I was on my way to see you. Any news?” She asked. “Yes. The tests are back. Dad was poisoned.” “What the hell! Are they sure?” “Very. The poison was in his tea and cake.” “The Contis are behind this.” “They don’t have access to dad's food. We have already removed their spy Gina.”

Even if it was for a mission indeed, I won't let another eye cast a shadow on my body. I'm proud to say... I've left that lifestyle to the drain now. Mouthing the lyrics, I get down the floor to where John was seated. There was a drink arriving for him. I now had to think of a way to induce the two poison needles into the drink. Yes. Two. There were five in total, so Charlie and I decided to poison 2 for Gary, 2 for John and the one remaining to Gabriella. We knew poisoning Gabriella won't be a cup of tea, so we left the last one in the room.

"But everyone said you were poisoned at the party. If you were poisoned earlier then it couldn't have been a guest, which means..." Shaun didn't say it out loud. She didn't need to. The perpetrator was either someone in the family or someone close to the family. It could've been one of the servants, but they wouldn't have had a motive unless they were hired to slip Shaun the poison. If the poisoning had happened at the party, it could have been anyone, though the only people in attendance with a reason to want Shaun dead were the Kobas and Giselle, Jozef's ex-girlfriend.

“Your heart is so hardened.” Tears welled up in Vivian's eyes. “All those times you said you weren’t sure, that you needed time, now this. Convenient, isn’t it? You always had a way of choosing yourself over us.” His voice rose, brittle. “Maybe you decided you didn’t want this life. Maybe you just couldn’t deal with him, my baby. So you made a choice.” Vivian’s lips trembled. “Erick, listen to me. I was poisoned. Someone poisoned my drink at Gina’s party. Anna…”

Gerard drowned his sorrows in alcohol, each sip a futile attempt to wash away the pain. Days turned into nights as Gerard succumbed to the numbing embrace of the bottle. His once meticulous appearance now mirrored the chaos within. Unshaven, disheveled, and consumed by regret, Gerard became a shadow of his former self. The mansion, once vibrant with life, echoed with the haunting solitude of a man undone by his own demons. William, witnessing the downward spiral, tried desperately to pull Gerard back from the abyss. "Sir, you can't let this consume you. We'll find Madam Ivy. We have resources, connections. You're not alone in this."

The atmosphere is pretty serious, No longer do Christian look playful like he did earlier. "About the party incident, who is the unfortunate soul that sought for a life of misery?" He begins as he flips through a flower magazine with so much given attention. Strange. "The shooter took his life before we had a chance to question him but we're still gathering Intel. To be able to get hands on that type of poison, whoever is calling the shots must be on a side darker than what we are." I explain. It is true, I tried thousands of times to get my hands on that poison but to no avail, so I made a poison similar to it and it works just the same but not as quick.

“Poisoned? You must be joking. You could ask the family doctor about it.” North blinked. Was Bernard calling to cast the blame on Gerald? Gerald looked amused. He chuckled and said, “That’s true. It’s their own fault for favoring a piece of trash. You’re right about that.” Bernard exploded in anger. North could hear his voice clearly through the phone. “Well then! You had better not let me find proof that you really poisoned the food!” Gerald smiled mildly. “Do as you like, Grandpa.” After saying that, Gerald promptly hung up. He wore an almost smile as he turned around. “Mrs. Howard, they’re suspicious of me poisoning the food. What do you think will happen if they find out the truth?”

“How stupid can you be to be given a substance to add to someone’s food and you obliged? Gerald cowered under her gaze, stammering, “I swear! I didn’t know it was poison. He just said it was a harmless sweetener. Please, don’t tell the police!” “Oh, you bet I’m telling the police.” Kiara’s tone was ice-cold. She pulled out her phone, recording Gerald’s confession. "Now I want you to repeat everything you’ve said.” “Please, I didn’t know. I wouldn’t hurt anybody intentionally.” He continued to plead.

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.

"Petra, don't worry. Nurse Maude taught me everything I need to know. "Petra, I am missing a herb. Can you help me with the boiling tonic while I go get the herb?" "Sure," I replied. A golden opportunity had come. Madeline left to get the herbs. No one was in sight. This was the best time to do it, poison her through the herbal tonic. According to Godfather, the poison was colorless and odorless and it won't be traced back to me. Madeline will be solely held responsible for any mishap.