Kali Belladonna Lemon Novels & Stories

Bellona said blinking her eyes. "Ha, for me dong! I want to taste it," Felix asked, grabbing Bellona's hand that was holding the fruit. However, it was brushed aside by Nevan with a preventing glare. "You want to die?!" he snorted. "Huh, dead? It's okay!" Felix grumbled looking down in regret. "The fruit has two hidden properties. Becoming a poison as well as a healer, explained Nevan chimed in. "After this, how am I?" Bellona asked worriedly finished half of the Lam fruit.

She didn’t have to complete the words, Caliste could already tell where the conversation was heading. “How are we going to do that?” she asked, suddenly interested, this would be her escape. “I have no plan yet, but I am sure that it will come to me,” Lena replied, smiling softly. “But for now, I have your Azelea remedy,” she said, pulling out a bottle from her bag. “What is that?” Caliste asked, staring at the bottle. “A little something what would make sure she is unable to concentrate for the fight,” she said. Her head snapped up, “If they find out…”

They’ll take my keys. They’ll shackle me. I grab one of the bottles and uncap it. The sharp, bitter scent of belladonna fills my nose. Good. I can work with this. Both belladonna and wolfsbane are clear liquids. If I refill this with water, no one will notice the difference—at least for a little while. I grab the wolfsbane bottle, my hands shaking. If I can dump it out, Charlie will start to regain some of her strength. But just as I tip the bottle—

She had one lead: the flower shop. It took two hours of cross-referencing property records from Sofia’s encrypted cloud drive accessed via a backdoor Chen finally provided with known Moretti shell corporations. She found it: Belladonna Blooms, a quaint boutique in the gentrifying North End. The name was a joke only a monster would make. Belladonna: deadly nightshade. Beautiful. Poisonous.

- I facepalm myself - "my point is you need to throw that nasty ass candy away and get a lemon." Furrowing my brow, I'm trying to figure out what he's even talking about. "A lemon? Is this some weird reference to making lemonade or something stupid like that?" "While that would have been a good one, no. This is about how sniffing a lemon cancels out all the other smells around you and calms the tummy. In fact…" He reaches into his drawer and rummages around for a few seconds. "Ah ha! Here it is. I brought you this."

Just as Doctor Jane's voice broke in, "Alpha, your wound must be treated first. Or else it will become lethal, and the shift could become very dangerous for you." I shifted my attention to her, who seemed to have finished figuring out what kind of poison was on the knife. "Wolfsbane?" I inquired. Wolfsbane was my initial assumption that this substance could potentially incapacitate a werewolf's senses and abilities. "Close. Black Belladonna. It has only been cultivated by a very few families of witches for the past half-century. This plant can only grow in regions with frigid temperatures and minimal sunlight, much like the Frostfire Mountains. far more dangerous than Wolfsbane, and its prox

Beta Liam exclaimed. "God forbid, I will rather kiss monkeys buttocks than to be friends with a disgusting smelly poor lady like Leilah, you think she is a Saint huh? I will make sure to expose her evilness in front of you all, she is a snake, just trying to use you, and I will remind you of this one day." Bellamy replied and smashed the bottle of Alcohol on the ground. TBC

He was already reaching for the lemon, but he hadn't moved back yet, and Bella was very aware that Devon was three feet away and paying close attention to whatever he was supposedly reading on his phone. "Yes," she said. "Lemon." Liam cut the lemon with one clean motion and squeezed it directly into the pan, and the smell that came off it was immediate and sharp and good. He tasted it himself, right from the spoon, watching her while he did. "Better?" she asked. "Much," he said. He was not talking about the sauce and they both knew it and neither of them said anything about it. Ethan called her over at the counter twenty minutes later.

He carefully lifts Seris’s arm, revealing a red, blotchy patch blooming on her pale skin. “She’s allergic to lemons,” he mutters, piecing it together. “This drink... it has lemon in it.” A murmur spreads through the nobles like wildfire. Zaria’s eyes narrow. “So what?” she snaps. “That doesn’t change what happened. Selene and Seris were alone. Selene had every chance to slip something into her glass! Everyone knows they don’t get along!” I flinch at the accusation. “That’s not true!” I cry, but the words feel thin, frail.

Artemisia looked at the confused woman, that was clearly poison and, particularly, the young woman already had both feet in the grave to drink anything made with the devil's plant. “Don't look at me like that, you're more dead than alive, so there's no better medicine than one that becomes poison.” Leonore took a glass and left two fingers of the liquid as purple as wine, the smell of belladonna filled the room and the redhead held out the poisoned glass to the young woman. Artemisia could have sworn she saw purplish smoke from the outline of a tombstone. He must have been delirious. “Well, if I die it will be a favor I do a lot of people.” Artemisia said and took the goblet, enjoying the lo