Irony Poisoning Novels & Stories

“You took my shoes and tied me to a bed. Forgive me if I’m not sorry.” “Your shoes are on the floor next to the bed,” Kian snaps, clearly irritated by my snark. “You can have them when we’ve concluded our business.” My interest piques. “Business?” Frost cuts in before Kian can speak again, his voice low. “The poison. The shadow was after me, but it attacked you too. We’ve been poisoned.” “As you’ve already told me,” I say impatiently. “But I feel fine.” “That’s how it works,” Frost tells me. “You’ll feel fine until you don’t. The pain will come and go as the poison destroys you from the inside. Eventually, we will both die without the antidote.”

No…! “No please you have to save her, you don’t understand, she can’t die. What did you do to her?” My eyes were getting teary, I couldn’t hold back the emotions attacking me. “Oh I wish I can, but no can do. I poisoned her, and there’s no remedy because it’s a personal poison brewed by me in particular. Titled, the Midnight Howl. It’s a slow poison, take some time to finally get the job done.” She peeped over at Linda that was laid in my arms. “Though I suspect the job is about to be done,” she said and huffed at the sight of Linda.

“I don't know what I have done to get on your nerves this morning, but I really was trying to get the door as soon as I could. I'm human, I can't see in the dark lole you guys.” “Really?” He scoffed, his lips lifted up in a taunting sneer. “But your kind are quite specilaized in making poisons, aren't you? Oh wait, you are the one who poisoned them.” My ears grew hot, balling my fist I took a little step forward in annoyance. “I did not poison anyone!” I said. “I really didn't.” “Bur you served the food, didn't you?” He snickered. “There is motive and opportunity. You can't expect me to believe your sob stories, princess.”

As if sensing my doubt, he continued, “I know it’s hard to believe, given everything that’s happened. But I’ve never broken a promise. If I say I’ll do something, I’ll do it. I'll prove it to you.” He walked to the wardrobe and rummaged through it, finally pulling out a small, dark bottle. “What the…” My words trailed off as I realized what he was holding. The bottle was unmistakably labeled with a skull and crossbones: poison. “What are you…” My eyes widened, words trailing off as I watched in horror while he uncorked the bottle and brought it to his lips. In a swift motion, he tilted his head back and gulped the poison down. The room seemed to spin around me, my stomach churning with fear

“Isn’t that suspicious?“ I darted my gaze between my brother and his subordinates. “As werewolves, is it possible to heal from a poison without being given the antidote? And within minutes?” My gaze settled on Lauren. “Or Peherps, everything was planned out.” She vigorously shook her head, fear evidently engulfing her. “No. I didn’t—“ I cut her off. “Perhaps she intentionally poisoned the lemonade with this.” I raised the bottle and flashed it at everyone present in the room. “One of these bottles contains fool’s parsley. It induces unconsciousness within seconds of taking it. And the other is it’s antidote that nullifies its effect. And I found both bottles in her room.”

So what must I do? No idea is working. I look at the scroll again with the letters written with blood, her blood I know for certain she planned this carefully all along. She took her time to make the poison highlighting the specific symptoms to make sure I don’t get any ideas to outsmart her. Why couldn’t she get a normal poison which would have been easy to deceive her into believing he’s dead and if I fail to respond to her meeting she would also get insights on my double intentions. “Nightfall she says, nightfall she gets.”

‘So he has an heart’, Sydney chipped in. ‘I never saw that coming’, she added. ‘Neither did I’, Dell responded, expressing his shock. Aurora understood their plague, as she felt that same way when she heard him speak. ‘Maybe, he is trying to hide that part of him from the world’, Aurora said. But thinking about it, why would he want to seem so thick headed when he knew he wasn’t that. They all sat in silence, trying to understand what was wrong with their boss. ‘Was that all that happened?’Sydney chipped in to break the silence.

"What do you mean?" “This poison, when used in small doses, doesn't just destroy the body. It breaks the mind slowly. By the time it reaches its peak, it causes violent psychosis, hallucinations, delusions, and deep paranoia. When that happens, Miss Madrigal will see her loved ones as enemies. And the closer they are to her, the more monstrous they appear in her eyes." Amelia paused, her tone grim. "She'll try to eliminate you all. If the poison is used as a fast-acting toxin, it won't cause those effects. But it'll lead to instant death. And it can be detected by medical tests."

“Because I hate puzzles, especially when they’re wrapped in lies.” He looked down at his empty plate, his voice dropping low. “The doctor found something.” I frowned. “What kind of something?” “Poison,” he said. I blinked. “Poison?” He nodded. “A specific poison, Guapo. The type that lays dormant unless acted upon, then it attacks from within, killing the person says after they ingested the poison. That way, the culprit cannot be traced.” I sat back, absorbing that. For a moment, I almost felt something like pity. Almost. “Who would poison Ari?” I asked quietly.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I rushed into my future in-laws' bedroom. As expected, they were lying on the bed, their faces pale, lips tinged with blue. Having lived through this once before, I knew immediately that they had been poisoned. I pulled out my phone. Just as I was about to call for an ambulance, Dylan Turner walked out of the room, fully dressed. He held my car keys in his hand. Glancing at his parents on the bed, he remained cold and indifferent. "I'm borrowing your car."