I Will Become The Villain's Poison Taster Novel Novels & Stories

My voice was a scream but only I knew how I felt as the words left my lips, I wanted to live life to the fullest, I wanted to fall in love and have kids, I wanted to grow old and be happy, but here I was, willing to die to stop the pain this psychopath was engraving on me. “You’re not broken, Kitten, you’ve not even gone through half of the plans I have for you, but don’t worry, breaking you is just for the greater good.” He dropped a soft kiss on the back of my neck. “If only you could see yourself half of the way I see you, then you’d understand why owning you means so much to me.” “I’m not a toy anyone can just own.” He placed another kiss on the other side of my neck. “Do you know what w

Such a life is inevitably tragic. In the final outcome, the heroine became pregnant with a strange man's child and died in childbirth. Tired. This led me to chew through several more books. I admit that I am jealous, and this jealousy also involves her not telling the truth to me. Amused by her, I moved closer to her, leaned lazily on her shoulders, gave her all my weight, knocked on the cover and asked, " Have you read it?”

“Vengeance was mine and I was willing to do everything in my power to destroy her happiness. That’s when I met Marius. Smart beast, he knows what I went through and offer me a precious vial. His venom which would turn a creature like me into a beast. I already know who I wanted to administer that to but, just changing is not enough, I want the venom to destroy Aleksander. I want him to suffer worst fate than death. I want his legacies to destroy right in front of his eyes, his children dead and nothing else would matter or live other than me and Marie. Hence, Hyatt, my trusted slave who happens to be an expertise and potion and poison making worked with me to make the perfect poison to destr

I spat, in a desperate attempt to cover my shame,. He forced my jaw open, emptying the contents of the vial into my mouth…. Was it poison? Was he really going to kill me?. “You are turned on Isabella, merely from my fingers on your lips…. What does that make you?” He asked, his questions jabbing at my sanity, I burned with fury, but the bastard once again eas right, his fingers crawled their way down toward my earlobes…and then my heaving chest He didn't move away, did not move at all, I could still taste the vail against my lips, I bit even harder , swallowing hard holding my voice and words in.

Cat smiled at her words and fell back on the bed at her exit. Poison didn't leave the house immediately but rather went into another room that had a look of a lab. Inside the rooms, there were different pastry dishes and caged dangerous insects in glassy containers with microscopes and other lab equipment. In her other life before Poison went into the life of crime she had been an entomologist, a professor in oxford university until her then-fiance decided to bring out the best in her by sleeping with her sister, and in a fit of rage, she had murdered them both and made it look like it was an accident before escaping to the states where she reinvented herself. The way she had killed her sist

I am expecting her to be alive and kicking. He is still putting the spoon in my mouth and he is just waiting for me to taste it. I dont wanna taste it. But realizing how much effort he put just to make this poison just to poison me—food, want me to taste this one. Please, you must be good. You know what, I don't believe in the saying don't judge the book by its cover but by tasting this one. Huh! How I wish I didn't appreciate things so that I didn't taste this.

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

A clear scenario that keeps flashing into her head… causes Elise's face to lose its blood. Chills quickly occupy Elise's body. Her face turned pale and she’s having trouble breathing. She froze in her seat after realizing the identity of the man. The Duke and a powerful magician Zachary Molten. The evil villain in the story “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. He is merciless and kills the children after torturing them. He’s a crazy psychopath who didn’t feel any empathy for the people he killed. Molten was the one who abused Alicia and almost killed her in the story. Elise is threatened to tremble in her seat. END OF CHAPTER 3…

“You said you were sorry, but you lied. Mother was right, you are nothing but a liar, a Casanova. And to think I went through all the trouble to drug you. Do you know that the wine you drank was filled with poison?” I suck a painful breath. Why won’t my wrist heal? Just what kind of poison is she talking about? Just then, a pain, as thick as the trunk of a tree and as bright as lightning, shoots through my body from my feet to my head. My vision explodes in red and I stagger back, clutching my neck.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.