Irony Poisoning Novels & Stories

"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."

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.

I felt my eyes sting but I didn't want to cry, I wanted to retort but he was right and I was used to obeying every single word of his, he was like a God in that aspect and I dare not disobey him. "What's wrong with her Doctor?" Micah asked with a more softened tone. The Doctor sighed deeply. "Her body has been infused with white poison." The Doctor announced. My heart skipped a beat. "White poison?" I asked rhetorically. Micah turned to face me and gave me a stern look, I couldn't believe my ears. White poison is one of the most deadliest poison ever, it had no smell, taste but kills faster and painfully. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I imagined the insufferable pain Ira must be going throu

She needed something from him, so she forced her anger down. She stopped wasting words, pulled out the bottle of poison Alan had given her, and slammed it onto the counter. "Do you recognize this?" He picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and sniffed. Then he examined the liquid carefully. His expression shifted. "This poison is vicious. Once used, a person will slowly become paralyzed and lose all sensation. It's worse than being a vegetable. Conscious, but unable to move or speak." He looked up at her, wary now. "Who are you planning to give this to?"

“GRANDFATHER!” Shouted Eric. He spat out blood as his poison surged through his body. The poison he accidentally ingested five years ago is slowly working its way through his body. He could feel the coldness tinglingly in his fingertips. The hotness was scorching in his chest. Grunting in pain as he fell down onto his knees and vomited blood. This strange poison is slowly making its way through his body. How he got this poison is still unknown. By the time he realized he was poison, it was already too late, for it was embedded in his blood.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the source, tracing it to a jar of honey tucked away in the pantry. The smell was subtle but distinct. My heart raced as recognition dawned. It matched the description of a rare poison I had read about in an old medical book while studying poisons. “This,” I murmured, turning to face Adrian. “There is something in this.” Adrian frowned, taking the jar and sniffing it. “I don’t smell anything.” “You wouldn’t,” I said. “The poison is subtle, almost undetectable. It's called Shadowbane. It’s rare and dangerous. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.”

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h

“That, and the claims that you poisoned me. How did you do it? Tell me.” Jarrod raised his bottle of gin in the air and took a long swing. He then poured another for Hayden and motioned for him to take it. As the alcohol swished in his cup, Hayden immediately knew that the poison must have come from there. Jarrod smiled when he saw that Hayden had fixed the puzzle. “I figured you would come for me any day,” Jarrod whispered. “Your boys hunted me down like a dog. I lost them after a while, but I knew you’d show up. I had to prepare, you see.”