Gerard Way Party Poison Novels & Stories

They nodded eagerly. Gerard smiled. “Alright then. Wait here.” He stepped out of the car, walking casually to the vendor. His expression was calm as he ordered two cones—one strawberry, one chocolate—and as the vendor handed them over, Gerard slipped his free hand into his pocket. Hidden inside was a small brown vial, the size of a finger, containing crushed sleeping pills dissolved into syrup. He turned slightly away from the vendor, pretending to adjust the napkins. With quick, practiced movements, he drizzled a few drops of the syrup onto the soft ice cream swirls. It melted seamlessly into the cream, vanishing without a trace.

In order to get through this safely, she had to tell the other party. "I can tell you the source of the poison, but you must help me." "As long as you don't lie, I promise." "I secretly got the poison from Ornard more than 20 years ago." "Ornard? He gave it to you?" William raised a brow when he saw Veronica's answer. The poison that Ornard used to kill someone back then? And now, the poison came back onto his son! "No, I stole this poison. Ornard said that this is very powerful. It's colorless and tasteless and can kill quickly, so I kept a little. I've been hiding it under the cabinet in Ornard's room for more than 20 years!"

Now he was not a mate alone, he was a king, the best king magical world ever got. The environment of the packhouse seemed tense. Abner and and my gamma, Ivan was helping those distressed pack member to feel relief. Pack doctors had been busy all the time. I noticed Ven clenched her jaw while her hand tangled into a tight fist. "Alpha, I think someone spread poisons in air. Maybe it was our rival pack." A pack doctor said, "We have detected some Oleander in the air though it was faint. If it was intense, the whole pack would have died till now."

He came back out and called for a maid. "Where is my wife?" The maid shivered under his cold gaze. She lowered her head not able to utter a word. He had asked them to make sure all of the other rooms were locked and his wife had no access to any of them except his bedroom but who knew... who knew his wife was a crazy woman. She poisoned all of them and told them they'll all die in thirty minutes if they don't provide the keys and take the antidote. She sounded serious and the sudden sting they felt in their intestines made them realize she was hell, not joking. No one even knew how she spreaded the poison to them. They just started to feel really weak and a stinging pain inside their stomach

I shake that thought of for now as I focus back to Father's question. "I have information on them. Either they give us the deal or they meet their ruin." I conclude as father drags a smoke emphasising on every of my single words before a smile creeps on his face very slowly. A year ago, the Irishes tried to smuggle drugs and illegal weapons at Milan, and they succeeded. Or so do they think. Neither the smuggled drugs nor the illegal weapons reached their destination. Their first crime was to smuggle the drugs and those weapons in my fucking arena and their second crime was to ever underestimate what Leonardo Luciano can do.

The whole party she didn't move from my side and kept changing my drinks. Finally we were done with the party and head towards our car... "What were you doing inside ?" I asked her when we sat inside the car... "Those drinks were poisoned" She replied casually like she is telling me about the weather... "What... And how did you know ?" Damn how have I not noticed it... "I have learned about poisons, and this poison had a strong smell which cannot be overcomed by the smell of juices and alcohol, it was a deadly one, I should thank Renzo for this..."

When I visited Mia's grave, I saw Timothy again. Seven years had passed, and he had changed so much. Though barely forty, his head was streaked with gray. He had grown thin, and his posture, as he stood alone, spoke of a man who had seen better days. When he saw Jacob and me, he had a bitter look on his face. "Christopher... he knew he had let you down. He spent every day drowning himself in alcohol. His condition worsened, and he passed away early on." Timothy didn't mention that before Christopher died, he had clutched their old photos and rings. Then, he had used a shard of a broken bottle to slit his wrists.