Love Is Poison Hoodie 소설 & 이야기

He assured "Thank you." With that, I shut the door. I stumbled into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I need to get Maria a taste of her medicine, she’s an asshole, how dare she cut the power supply. Once I took a shower, I wore a front zipper slim-fit black gown with black heels. I packed my hair into a ponytail, I applied a bit of lipgloss, mascara, and ash eyeshadow. I was wearing an earring when I got heard a buzz from my phone and looked at the screen Jeff's name and photo flashed through the screen.

“Wha-“ The question died at the tip of my tongue when I looked up to see Lorenzo frowning down at my clothes. Before I could even say anything, he released his hold on me and stepped back. My eyes widen when he starts taking off his hoodie. Whoa. Why is he taking off his clothes? What is happening? I thought, my mind steadily driving into panic mode. The plain white T-shirt he wore underneath clung to the hoodie as he took it off giving me a glimpse of his abs for a moment before the shirt dropped back down. I blinked momentarily when I caught a glimpse of ink, or maybe it was just my imagination. He looks too sophisticated to have a tattoo. “Wear this,” Lorenzo says stepping closer and wear

“That, and the claims that you poisoned me. How did you do it? Tell me.” Jarrod raised his bottle of gin in the air and took a long swing. He then poured another for Hayden and motioned for him to take it. As the alcohol swished in his cup, Hayden immediately knew that the poison must have come from there. Jarrod smiled when he saw that Hayden had fixed the puzzle. “I figured you would come for me any day,” Jarrod whispered. “Your boys hunted me down like a dog. I lost them after a while, but I knew you’d show up. I had to prepare, you see.”

Can’t feel my face or feet but I keep thinking about you in that hoodie and it gets me through. Me: That’s incredibly flattering and mildly creepy. Hayden: You love it. He wasn’t wrong.

He always felt that the things he couldn't have were the best things. Once he had them, he would no longer cherish them. People like him weren't worthy of receiving love at all! The people who were monitoring Ashton and Jane would take close-up photos of them every day. Jane was getting bolder and bolder. She looked haggard and tired, and there was a vicious look in her eyes. She no longer looked like the youthful young woman she had previously been. She stole Ashton's money to go to bars and nightclubs, and she even got infected with AIDS! However, she continued to immerse herself in her lifestyle. She did not care about her broken body at all.

on the radio. "Said little bitch...., You can't fuck with me... If you want to..... These are expensive, these are red bottoms... These are bloody shoes...... Hit the store, I can't get'em both..... I don't wanna choose...... And I'm quick, cut a nigga off..... So don't get comfortable..... Look, I don't dance...... As he was singing, dancing like he was drunk in the car..... some hoodlums up to four in number jumped out of the bush with only one with a pistol i.e guns facing the car...

oadi for giving her a good love portion. At night she prepared their bed and dressed it with fresh linen. She wore a new night dress that revealed her figured body. She felt like it was the first day they met. They made love like it was their first time. A feeling of satisfaction made them both panted deeply while they were cuddling in each other's arms. They chatted the whole night reminding of each other the good old days. They laughed and made more love. The next morning she woke up very early and cleaned herself up then prepared a nice breakfast for her husband. After that she took one of the powders Ntate Mogoadi gave her and sprinkled it in the yard. She swept the yard singing happily

Not after what we’d seen. Then, of course, hoodie guy broke the silence. “Well, shit,” he said, standing up. “If it’s poisoned, I guess I’ll die happy.” Before anyone could stop him, he grabbed a plate and piled it with food. I stared, horrified, as he scooped up mashed potatoes and took a huge massive bite. “Oh my God,” he groaned, mouth full. “This is so good. Holy shit.” “Are you insane?” I blurted, half-standing.

However, within their understanding, only one type of poison prevailed—a poison known as Lovers' Poison. It was a forbidden poison discovered by the ancestors of the Reed family. The effect of Lovers' Poison differed from ordinary affection poisons. Unlike typical poisons neutralized by antidotes or engaging in relations with the opposite sex, Lovers' Poison operated differently. Engaging in intimate relationships did not automatically dispel the poison. Instead, it marked the inception of its toxicity. Once the poison took hold, the afflicted person would treat the person they had engaged with as if their life depended on them. The afflicted person would shower the partner with excessive lo

Funny looks over to me doing it, unzips his hoodie, and hands it over to me. “Put this on,” he says more of a demand than a gesture. “Thank you,” I say politely and put it on. The hoodie smells amazing, it’s an intoxicating smell even though it’s got a touch of marijuana traced into it. I look over at Funny whose attention is back on the ocean and now without his hoodie on, I get a much better view of his body. He is incredibly toned, like he works out often but not overly muscular, just the perfect amount. Full-sleeve tattoos cover both arms and I can’t quite make out any of them at a glance. He has an absolutely gorgeous body with an even more incredible face and I can’t help but stare kno