Lawrence Oleander Novels & Stories

THE HATE WE SECRETLY GIVE. Allison strolled into the forest. The fogs were less visible. She sniffed the air as she will always do. She glanced around, trying to find Oleander. Oleander is poisonous to humans, but never to a wolf. They tend to forget what it can do for a werewolf. She saw all the other poisonous herbs her father would always say. She plucked to her satisfaction. Just as she was about to leave, something shook the trees - Hastily, she looked at the trees going from right to left until they stopped.

Hed viewed as her. Lawrence was taking a stab at a long white muslin dress. Its high neck secured with a yellow lace, drawing out the mind blowing hazel of her eyes. Her hair was attached back aside, cut with a beaded botanical pin. She continued to squirm with the manner in which the sleeves fell on her shoulders.

Elysia, The distinct bitterness of oleander still lingered in my mouth, coating my senses with its deadly essence. It was the second poison I had recognized, almost immediately after the first. Oleander was ruthless—it weakened the heart, slowly breaking down its strength until it faltered completely. Heart attacks, heart failure, an excruciating end that left no room for recovery. Yet, I was still here.

“Woah.. “ was all she can say in his introduction. He, then, put creases in another. A flower plunged down. “This is Oleander, known for its striking flowers. All parts of it are deadly, they contain lethal cardiac glycosides known as oleandrin and neriine.” He brought another plant down. “This is extremely deadly, Ricinus Communis a.k.a Castor Oil Plant. Their seeds is very dangerous if you ate their seeds you’ll feel a burning sensation in your mouth and throat. If it’s not treated you could die within 3-5 days,” he explained then the plant goes back to its place.

ADELINA'S POV The other ladies quickly turned to their work pretending not to see Lawrence. He was a senior staff member so they were screwed but not as screwed as I was. "Mr Owens, I didn't hear you coming." I nervously said I was unable to hold his gaze. "Without a doubt, I am certain you didn't. If not, you would not be making small talk." Lawrence reprimanded me; he was always a stern man, but why was he offended because I said he was my type? He was good-looking but no fun at all.

Jaxon “What the fuck is Oleander?” I demand as Blue’s body goes limp. Her pupils were like saucers as she stares at nothing. “It’s worse than wolfsbane.” Ryan mutters. “It’s a slow poison. You need to take her to the nearest human hospital. It’s not the death of her wolf you need to worry about. If she dies, it won’t matter about her wolf.” My mother’s gaze falls on me. “Take her Jaxon. We will catch up. I need to make sure Mr Blake won’t be going anywhere.”

Walking towards him, his eyes snapped away from the interaction and quiet conversation Aunt Aurelia and Father were having to me. “Were you not also dismissed?” A boyish smirk appeared on his face and I stopped dead in my track, feeling hot all of a sudden. “I don't think it works that way, Oliver.” I tried not to think too much of the way he said my name. My eyes met his finally and he held my stare. I could sleep to the smell of Citrus and wood now. Internally groaning at how he managed to make me fall into a trance, Stella sneaked into my thoughts.

Yolanda spoke up, not looking directly into Aret's eyes. Mayan-Odette walked out with her walking stick in hand, standing in the middle of the room she tapped her stick twice on the floor, signalling for everyone to become silent. “Aunt May… My sister, what happened?” Laurel was the first to speak up. Mayan-Odette's eyes gazed at Laurel even though they knew she couldn't see, they still felt she could. “She's been poisoned by the Dark Slumber flowers; these flowers are good for designs and jewelry, but very dangerous if not handled carefully.”

I drum my glossy red fingernails along the patent leather steering wheel as two guards take a painstakingly long time to scan my car for explosives. If they take any longer I’ll be the one exploding. I was busy cultivating my batch of nerium oleander – more commonly known as oleander – a strikingly beautiful flower that is extremely deadly from root to petal due to containing lethal cardiac glycosides known as oleandrin and neriine. However, I was interrupted by a call from Uncle Dimitris begging me for a favour. As my favourite uncle, I couldn’t say no, but then again, no one says no to the most powerful νονοί in Athens.

Adolph took note, “Why?” “Because of how much the Rosa multiflora, mahoe, and the winter daphne resemble the oleander flower,” she said seriously. “It would be like wishing doom upon the wedding to use any of them and they’re staples in most varieties of petal jams! They aren’t used in any jam eaten at a wedding as far as I know.”