I Will Become The Villain's Poison Taster Novel の小説・ストーリー

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

They all came rushing towards her, she smirked internally, who did they thought she was, she brought out the dagger from her pocket and threw it to the nearest man she saw, she smiled internally because it was poisoned it didn't take a while for the poison to start showing it effects. Her dark eyes became more darker and they glistened they were all surprised, she gave flying kicks to them all, she yanked them away and a few more minutes they were all rolling on the ground helplessly, the old man was of course surprised, who was this lady he tampered with? millions of thought came running into his mind. Maddison looked at him, and he looked at her back, he didn't believe he could ever do it

And that neglect had festered for years, rotting me from the inside. As I deepened my thoughts, my hands trembled violently. I reached for the glass on the table and smashed it against the edge, watching it shatter into glittering shards. My pulse thundered, and I pressed one jagged piece into my palm until blood welled, thick and crimson. The sting seared me alive, but the pain only sharpened my voice. “People call me the villain,” I hissed, staring at the blood dripping down my wrist, pooling on the floor. “But I am not the villain. I am the reckoning. I am the bitch fate never accounted for.”

I murmured. I picked up the teacup meant for me and poured the vial into it and added my tea in it I set the vial back into my sleeve just as a servant walked past. “Is everything ready?” I asked calmly. “Yes, miss,” she replied. I smiled sweetly at her “Good.” Then I picked up the cup and drank slowly letting the poison slide down my throat. It burnt me slightly and it was bitter but it was worth it, so worth it . Because I already knew how this would end.

Elena had been poisoning her own father this entire time, waiting for the perfect moment to take control. I backed away slowly, my legs trembling as I retreated down the hallway. Tears burned in my eyes but I forced them back. The woman I had trusted with my life, the woman I had signed a pact with, was the poisoner. She had used me. She had used Damien. She had been killing Victor slowly so she could inherit everything without suspicion. The terminal illness was not nature’s work. It was Elena’s masterpiece.

The pain of their betrayal sliced through her like a knife. "Why?" she screamed, her voice cracking with raw emotion. "Why did you do this to me? I trusted the both of you! Why!!!" No one answered because they couldn't hear her. The mist around her began to swirl, thick and black, consuming everything in its path. It crept toward her lifeless body, wrapping around it like a predator closing in on its prey. "What's happening?" Carmen whispered, her voice trembling. The mist solidified into a vortex, a swirling mass of darkness that lifted her broken body from the ground. It spiraled higher and higher, pulling her toward an unseen destination.

He makes his way towards me and I grip my jeans in anticipation, dreading what his next action could be. He stands in front of me, and I anxiously raise my eyes to meet his cold ones. "Tsk tsk tsk...It's really sad to know that he succeeded in tricking you. Like he always does with others." He says trying to mock being apologetic. "I thought you were smart, Nicole. But I guess you are trying to be incognizant of his games." He shakes his head in disappointment. "Can't you understand that's how he is? He is a gangster, Nicole. His entire life has been built on it. He is trained to play, deceive and kill people. He doesn't care about you or your feelings. He is a player, Nicole. He knows how t

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 Just one glass was a terrible idea; two sips were enough to make me realize that. I tasted something… weird, and I feel even weirder. What’s wrong with me? “Oh, c’mon, drink it all in one go; don’t you trust me?” Nevan cheers, and of course, I’d rather trust the vampires and Werewolves threatening my life with my life than trust him. He’s a poisonous serpent pretending to be a harmless lizard, but I know better.

AUSTIN. It was the call I had been expecting,dreading, craving. The grand apology. The orchestrated symphony of regret. Eleanor’s cold prophecy echoed in my head: "He will come. And it will sound more real than ever before." But now, a new, fiery thought crossed my mind. I could answer his call. I could let his voice wash over me. I could say, "It okay, I have forgiven you.” I could use my forgiveness as weapon to shame Eleanor. The temptation was a sweet, sharp venom. I could become the grenade thrown into the heart of her perfect dynasty.

“She was dramatic even before she ate the poison mushroom. She’s committed to her soap-opera era.” I needed to recover. Then leave as fast as possible. I gulped down the soup. Three huge gulps. It tasted like… mom. I blinked at Wendy’s mom. Could this story secretly have a ‘switched-at-birth’ twist? Maybe I was the real heiress? Or maybe Wendy and I were sisters? But no—this was a reverse harem smut novel. I’d read it more than once. There were multiple hot guys and zero morals, but no long-lost-daughter plotline.