Milo Belladonna นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Why did they look at me like that- as if Tybalt was going to eat me? Then I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a loud snore. I looked back over to Milo as I let out a soft giggle, he has his head rested on the table and his long arms on either side of it. I leaned over to him as I smiled at the sight of his sleeping face. Milo must be really tired to snore like this, it wasn't loud but I think he was feeling really tired. Being the father of the band must be really tough. I placed my chin on the palm of my hand as my hair tries to cover my face, I stare at him, his eyes were opened slightly and so was his mouth- definitely the cutest thing I have seen today. But still... wh

Magnolia shook her head. “Bryst said that it was not a bedtime story, but the legend of one of our ancestors.” Killian lay on his elbows and looked to the clear sky. “Hundreds of years ago, there was a boy, Gelan Gottanlich. From a young age, he showed great potential, and everyone said that he was probably the strongest Gottanlich in history. They were right. Gelan was the strongest pureblood in the history of Malorenia, not just in the Gottanlich family.”

The pills were obviously homemade. “Do you know what they are for?” Mikael asked. “Open the bag,” Ben said. Rayvin opened the zip lock and closed it immediately as she felt the spicy liquorish smell. She looked up at Ben. “Anise?” she asked. He nodded. Mikael let out a low growl. “Why does Milly have pills containing Anise?” Mikael asked. “How should I know? I mind linked you and made an excuse and came right over. I haven’t even told Diana,” Ben told them.

Poison is a woman's weapon. Chewing my potato, I retrieve Sola's text on poisons. Nightshade... Also known as Belladonna... 'used historically as medicine, poison and cosmetic... Cosmetic? I read on... Belladona...'Beautiful lady... the juice used historically in Italy to enlarge the pupils of women to enhance their appearance... Fuck me... I flick a page or two: Symptoms of belladonna poisoning... dilated pupils, rash or flushed skin on the face, neck and upper body, accelerated heartbeat, epileptic spasms, vomiting...

“They were afraid that we’d take the girl away to be sold. That’s what Orion…Deimos did to their children if he wasn’t pleased with them.” “Where did she even get the Belladonna?” Deacon asks. “You don’t have any in your herb garden?” “Yes, but not that much. I don’t use it a lot.” Belladonna, in minute dosages, has some healing properties. I always expressed my fears about having it on the property, but Deacon grows it in a greenhouse that he keeps locked and he’s the only one with a key. “Check your garden anyway, make sure no one went in there.”

Maybe there was no mole. Then Mila got sick again. Suddenly. Violent. Fever. Vomiting. Shaking. "What’s happening?" Celeste asked. "The treatment worked." The doctor examined her, face going white. "She’s been poisoned. Within hours." "How? We’ve been watching everything she eats." "I don’t know. But it’s killing her fast." They tried everything. Medicine. Fluids. Nothing worked. Mila got worse. Started seizing. Breathing hard. "There’s an antidote," the doctor said. "But it’s only at Belmont facilities."

"They’re too bright. The mud is washing off. We need to hide them." "How?" Tristan walked to his desk. He rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a small glass vial filled with a milky liquid. "Belladonna extract," he said. "Diluted. It’s for… recreational use. Dilates the pupils." He held it up. "If your pupils are blown wide, the black swallows the violet. It will make you sensitive to light. Your vision will blur close up. And you’ll look drugged." He offered it to her.

Again, Helena reported to Dominic that Belladonna had taken her pills and that she had witnessed it herself. Belladonna wrote down the evil deeds and cruel torture that Dominic had done to her, according to her memory. However, she scratched it out again so that what she had just written was unreadable. She did this because she didn't want to be reminded of the horrible memories she had just experienced.

He’s kneeling, doubled over, clutching his chest as the glow pulses beneath his skin like trapped lightning. “Milo!” I start forward— Lucien yanks me back.“Don’t. Not until we know what form he’s in.” “What form?! He’s a kid!” Lucien shoots me a pained look. “Elora… he might not be.” My breath goes cold.Milo lifts his head. His pupils are gone.His eyes shine pure silver.His small face is streaked with tears—but they glow too. “Elora,” he whispers, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

"Milo has never been with a woman for more than three months. They can't handle his…wild tastes in bed." "What do you mean?" Irina laughed. "Don't you know? Milo beats women and gets violent during sex. Can you handle that, whore? I bet you can't." She leaned close enough to spit in my face and said, "Milo needs a real woman. Not a fucking child like you." She shrugged her shoulders and looked around to see if anyone could hear us. "Plus, you're not his type. Milo dates mature models. Not little girls who are almost twenty years his junior with asses and huge boobs. He definitely doesn't like redheads, he likes blondes. I give him two weeks before he tosses you to the side."