Irony Poisoning Novels & Stories

He was not surprised and he did not ask how it happened, he just knew that the girl loved him and even though she pretended like she didn't, he knew that she did. Irene gave him the poison that he was supposed to give Zoe, the same poison that the arrow was dipped in to kill his father. Irene had claimed that she got the poison from her mother, and how her mother got the poison was a mystery. The poison was a black liquid in a glass bottle and when Jake collected it, he left the room to go to Zoe's and give the poison to her. One drop, one drop was all it would take for Fay to die.

Then he told me that it'd been in the family for a couple of generations, so he'd be more than happy to share it with me. I could tell that it made both Vittori brothers ecstatic when I readily agreed. Taking another bite, I tasted something beyond the flavors. It warmed my mouth and made it tingle. I'd never encountered it like this before, but I could deduce that it was iron. So, she attempted to poison me. Consumed iron for Fae was poison. If I hadn’t taken the potion, I’d more than likely be dead or extremely sick. However, it’d most likely be a slow-acting poison because she wouldn’t want anything to come back on her.

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.

His voice rose, his tone sharp. I emotionlessly pushed the papers closer. "Of course you do, oh prestigious young master of the Hilton family. What's there for you to worry about? "Go ahead and sign the papers; I don't want a single cent. Let's stop wasting time." His eyes suddenly turned red. He pointed to his chest, voice shaking, "You really think being with me was a waste? "Jessy was right. Carson found you in the sea, and he got bitten by a shark to save you.

‎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

Is that true? Mango was extremely shocked when she heard this. "The man nodded and continued, ""Yes, this kind of poison is colourless and tasteless, and it can only be inhaled. Furthermore, this poison can only be found in Lebanon's palace. I've heard that this was used by his mother, the seventh wife of the king. Prince Lebanon missed his mother, so he went to her palace and lighted this incense himself. Thus, I think that this toxin appeared in your subordinate's body after he inhaled his incense. He won't die because of this toxin immediately, but it will continue to torture him as it will spread throughout his body day by day. In the end, he will finally pass away because of it."""

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