Kali Belladonna Lemon Novels & Stories

In fact, he might just despise her more than he despised the Bride. ____ ____ Belladonna avoided the mirror, like a plague, throughout that day. It was easy for her to do that. She had been very busy in her study, preparing the ingredients according to how she remembered the instructions that had been drawn out on the wall, of the underground cave of Badura. It had taken her so much time to grind the dragon stone into a fine texture, and blend the sunflower along with it. Eli had asked her about the sunflower earlier this morning, he said the pendant was strange and the necklace was irremovable.

Jai commented, leaning back slightly from the surprising smell. Rin laughed lightly, seemingly not bothered at all by the smell. “Yes. It has to be strong to repel the monsters.” Darrion covered his nose and frowned in discomfort. “It smells kind of sour. What’s it made of?” “Fire Rat’s tail, Crusty Lemonia, Verdant Blush, and Drosaria’s Tongue,” she answered flawlessly. Those were Greek to Jai’s ears who didn’t know anything about those things. Though he ever heard about the Fire Rat tail when he was at Teacher Enji’s class. But those things seemed to ring in his friend’s ears, because the blonde hummed in acknowledgement.

What can I use? My eyes caught something in the garden. A small patch of plants—dark, glossy leaves, almost shining in the sunlight, and deep purple berries hanging like droplets of poison. I knew that plant. Belladonna. A rush of excitement shot through me. Could it work? I stared harder, my thoughts racing. Belladonna was dangerous—deadly even—but in small doses? It could be exactly what I needed. Just enough to knock him out. Just enough to give me the time I needed to escape. It wasn’t a perfect plan, but it was a start.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

She reached carefully—slowly—toward the poisoned edges of the wound, analyzing the discoloration, the texture, the smell. Rhys noticed too. “Kalali. Talk.” Lady Kalali swallowed, voice low, shaking. “I saw this once. Only once. At the Royal Academy. In a restricted lesson on high-grade political poisons reserved for royal alchemists.” Her breathing quickened. “This is not enemy work. Not even remotely. This is palace-born. A specialized formula designed to cripple knights without leaving obvious traces.” My blood ran cold. “You’re sure?” Rhys demanded. Lady Kalali nodded stiffly. “Absolutely.”

Kalina was pacing in her mind, and she saw Scott outside the trailer, talking on the phone. Aella. Zoriana bolted for the trailer. She burst through the door and skidded to a halt. Aella was sitting on the edge of the bed, trembling, an open vial pressed to her lips. The scent was unmistakable. Bitter. Deadly. Wolfsbane. A lethal dose. Kalina howled in horror as Zoriana lunged forward, snatching the vial from Aella’s hands. Aella collapsed into a fit of sobbing.

"Tryin' to play me out, like I don't know the fuckin' schedule Ros gave me! It says—right there in bold ass print—that Mistress Belladonna is supposed to come on after Trixie Tango! Not Barbaria—stupid ass, ugly ass, uppity ass heifer!" "A little racist, don't you think?" Like all the other newbies to Cibola City, Erika Lee was fully human without a hint of magical presence to her, despite her claiming otherwise. The scent of prey perfumed Erika as much as her knock of Chanel No. 5, and if she was smart, she would stop picking fights with apex predators like Bianca. "I mean Jillian can't help if she's a minotaur…"

CHAPTER 21 BELLA After a few minutes, Mum’s grating voice could be heard “Baby, why are you disturbing my Soapy time. I have another hour till I’m on duty!” She wore an ugly pink dress that was clearly too small for her. It stuck to her body like a second skin and rested just below her butt. Her boobs were barely covered. Her hair was in a messy bun, and her makeup was INSANE! She looked around the room and then when she noticed us, her personality completely changed. “Ohhhh Mr Knight, thank you so much, thank you so much, you brought my babies home. How can I ever repay you?” she sang while rushing towards Gabriel with her arms wide open and ready to hug him, ignoring the fact that he has a

Gwen chipped in, and Cora's heart raced the more. "These are not tangible evidence, alpha. Anyone can walk into the kitchen for something," Elder James said. "I'm ready to work with anything, elder James. My wife was poisoned from a belladonna plant, and you want me not to think outside the box?" Grey fired at him. "Belladonna?" Gwen muttered, and Grey heard her and turned in her direction. "Yes, belladonna. What do you know about it?" He asked her, and Gwen looked lost for a while. He continued. "Maya is your friend, and I'm sure you want the perpetrator brought to the books. Tell me what you know," he urged her.

It was the highest means of torture that I knew about. "I don't but I know some where can get the Belladonna, deadly Nightshade." She suggested. "I don't want that too." I said with a frown. "Just get me aconite and let's just hope it wouldn't be the bane of me." It was play on words for anyone who knew that aconite was also wolfsbane. "Alright, Alpha." Selena bowed as she left the room and the numbers decreased to only two, I and Sophia.