Irony Poisoning Novels & Stories

When the company began choosing a vendor for staff lunches, I immediately ruled out my family's restaurant. A coworker stared at me. "Nora, that is a $150,000 contract. Your family runs a restaurant, and you're turning down money being handed to you? Are you out of your mind?" I smiled and didn't answer. In my last life, I took that contract. Then the new intern, Fiona Bell, accused me of secretly pocketing a commission. She even produced a quote from a three-star hotel for comparison. "Look, theirs is three dollars a portion. How do you justify charging eight?" Even my boyfriend of six years, Gavin Shaw, whom I had been seeing in secret, joined her in confronting me with the invoices. In th

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

“Give it a few hours, at least, before we try.” “Mother, ” I said. “We really need to know, if you know, who poisoned you. Do you have any idea?” She scoffed, which meant several dried balls of spittle came from her mouth. It was the first time I saw or thought of her as a regular wolf. I didn’t like it, but that was something a pup would think. “Of course I know: my incredible jackal of a husband,” she said. “He’s dead, thank the Goddess,” Iris said, using her rank as the Apothecary to do so. “And he was far from you when this happened, although that’s no proof when it’s poison.”

“Why are you asking me this?” “Because…” his expression was full of sympathy as he finished. “Someone poisoned you, and judging by the markers in your hair and blood, it happened around the time you had your early labour. The poison is known to cause miscarriages…and death.” I stared at him, my breath caught in my throat. My first thoughts jumped to Carl, but he knew nothing about poisons, plus at that time, he was still nice to me. “I see,” I said, not knowing what else to say. It seems I might have more enemies than I thought.

Weak. Breathing heavily. I dropped to one knee. My breaths became uneven. Only then did I feel something crawling upward from the wound on my arm. The strange sensation slowly spread toward my chest… My heart… Then realization struck me. Poison. I had been poisoned. Yet instead of resisting it… I simply allowed it to spread. A voice suddenly whispered beside my ear. “It’s your fault she’s dead.” “You couldn’t even protect your own mother.” “You deserve to die for your negligence.”

The questions echoed within my mind, each repetition a testament to the fragility of control and the unpredictability of fate. Desperation clawed at my insides as I grappled with the reality that there was no salvation for the Baron now. The poison, as I had been informed by the person who had provided it, was a potent concoction with no known antidote. My meticulous research had confirmed the lethal nature of the substance, a testament to the lengths I had gone to ensure the success of my revenge.

"The gas... It's a neuro-toxin. It’s designed to wipe the host’s memory. If you breathe it in, Ivy, everything you are... everything we are... will be gone." He slammed the vault door shut, but the gas was already beginning to seep through the vents. They were trapped in a space no larger than a closet. The air was growing thick, the red emergency lights casting long, jagged shadows across their faces. The separation from the world was total, leaving only the two of them and the "Poison" that bound them.

The doctor rushed in, saw the blood under me, and clicked his tongue. "What goes around comes around. "You always tried to hurt Ms. Jonathon. In the end, you killed your own child." He told the nurses to lift me onto a stretcher. "You can't keep the baby. And since we're low on anesthesia today, I'm sure a heartless woman like you won't mind the pain." They strapped me to the table, gagged me, and took my baby away while I was still awake.

‎I blink repeatedly, trying to clear my sight. ‎What is happening to me? ‎I have never felt this way before. ‎Is it the food… or the water? ‎My breathing becomes uneven. ‎But Mr. Peter has been giving me food and water since… ‎Then suddenly, my chest tightens. ‎I gasp sharply for air as panic grips me. ‎My heartbeat pounds violently inside my ears. ‎“Fuck…” I whisper weakly. ‎Realization hits me instantly. ‎I have been poisoned. ‎That is my last thought before darkness completely takes over and I fall unconscious.

Feeling my throat burn, as in an inflammation, but very aware that that symptom was the result of several sips of poisoned water that passed in my attempt to keep my breath. As soon as I realized that it was not the cold of the frozen sea that left me in that state; it was not the freezing climate of all that kingdom under snow. It was through the dark waters of the sea, because of the poison I had swallowed as I tried not to breathe. And that poison was running through my blood, my bowels and neurons. I was being poisoned in the worst possible way; with each defective cell mixing with the healthy ones, becoming a well of rot. Even if I washed myself until I almost pulled out my skin as soon