Irony Poisoning Novels & Stories

They might have taken my freedom, my revenge, but they couldn't take my defiance. With a trembling hand, I uncorked the vial. The scent of bitter almonds filled my nostrils, a familiar, comforting scent. This wasn't a swift poison, no. It would be a slow, agonizing descent into oblivion, a fitting end for a life filled with such bitter disappointment.

In reply, I put a clean rag in his mouth, "Calm down, Nate. I just want to play a game. I will ask you some questions and you answer. Isn't it pretty simple, eh?" I watch him making muffled sounds, staring at me to hear him. I move closer to him, then sit beside him on the floor. "The letters you gave me and my best friend was poisoned with Strychnine. You know what kind of toxic it is, don't you?" I look at him, then hold up my palms to his face. "Watch how white my palms are without blood circulation. Because I'm feeling so mad at you, that I want to storm to the trash and pick up the poisoned pages and shove it down to your throat," I grimace, watching his horrified face. "You know, Stryc

They nodded in agreement, but their confidence was worse than mine. “It’s alright. You can think of us satanic killers until we prove our innocence,” began Mr. Astor. Any guilt in his heart must have died to repeat such words, or he could be entirely innocent. His extreme confidence had begun to put doubts in my head. “Let me give you some honest advice, child. Research on poisons and drugs because you seem unaware of slow poisons.” Slow poison. Could it be that? I peeked inside my cup in horror when I heard roaring laughter. Mr. and Mrs. Astor were sadistically amused at my fear of them. Water was coming out of Benedict’s eyes as he laughed harder than his wife.

His current state was severely affecting his judgment. Abbot, seeing the despair creeping over Barry’s face, smiled. “Apart from the person who poisoned you, no doctor can cure it. This poison has a well-known name: Azurax.” “Is there really such a strange poison in the world?” Delphine was surprised as well. How had Amanda managed to do this?

Minutes passed like hours. The medic’s brows furrowed deeper as they worked. Then finally, the doctor stood and looked me straight in the eye. “Your father’s been poisoned.” The words echoed like a gunshot. Poisoned? “But he didn’t eat so —” I stopped. My thoughts racing. “Someone administered it through another method, Possibly earlier in the day as the symptoms have progressed rapidly. We’re lucky he didn’t go into cardiac arrest.” “What kind of poison?” “Thallium-based. Only available through restricted underground markets. This wasn’t accidental, Alpha. This was calculated, This was assassination-level intent. Could there be anyone's having grudges against the Alpha?”

he asked. “Poison,” she replied. “The way I figure it, if this is a creature in disguise it understands every word we say. That means he heard me say this meat is poisoned. It is tasteless and odorless poison, so the only way he’d know the meat could kill him is if he’s not a dog and understands me words.” “So, you’re planning on feeding this bad meat to the dog and if he eats it and dies you know he was the real thing?” Brandon asked incredulously. “That’s right,” she replied.

And that person is the woman he loves more than anything, and whom he betrayed for nothing. Irony is a slow poison. And Ariane has just become its undisputed mistress. ---

The tea was poisoned . I was poisoned that wasn't for the alpha . Peni "what do you want me to do ?" I heard him ask as I struggled to breath . I reply to him and when he realizes that he raises up his head to look at me. I saw the fear borne out of his face the next seconds . The man dropped the books that he had been holding and rushed to meet me and when he did , I felt his chest . " that tea was posted "

“And I’d love to tell you everything… but I can’t. Just be careful of the people around you.” “Skip the warning,” I cut in sharply. “Keep your advice for whoever actually needs it.” A small smile touched his lips. “What was used in the poisoning?” I repeated. He hesitated. “Mercury,” he said. “And arsenic.” My breath caught. “Wait… what did you just say?” “You heard me,” he replied calmly. “And I don’t repeat myself, Miss Terisa.” He turned and started walking away. “You can’t just drop information like that and leave!” I called after him. “That’s not even half the story!”

she answers as she pulls her arm away from my grasp. I feel like someone just punched me in the gut. A wave of nausea accompanied by disorienting dizziness washes over me. Tara, the idiot, has poisoned the wrong person. I grab the maid’s arm again. She glares at me with a bored and irritated expression. “H-how did she die?” “Poison. The peanut butter was laced with wolf's bane,” she says. I let go of her arm weakly and she walks away putting distance between us.