N Syphus Novels & Stories

“Boy, a brat like you wouldn't understand the true utility of arsenic.” “ I use it to kill people, tho.” Michael said flatly. “Well, that’s the common use. Odorless, colorless ... people just drop dead.” Harmer leaned over the table. “But when heated, arsenic transforms into salvarsan. I plan to distribute it as a cure for syphilis.” Syphilis—the divine punishment for those who failed to control their lust. Similar to HIV in its social stigma but caused by bacteria and spread through sexual contact, it was a frequent 'souvenir' for those who frequented nightclubs and slept with strangers.

Sebastian immediately jumped in, buttering me up. The moment gossip came up, no one paid attention to Zachary anymore. Everyone set their utensils down and leaned in. "Yeah, Brianna. Go on. Tell us." "A friend of mine works in colorectal surgery," I said. "A few nights ago, their department admitted a woman in her 40s. She's wealthy, runs a jewelry business, and is very polite and soft-spoken. "But the tests showed she had syphilis. She didn't get checked early enough, so she occasionally experiences hallucinations and paranoia."

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

She tried to argue, “It’s her! Casey, that pervert, used dirty stuff on me! She infected me! “Doctor! You must be in on this! I don’t believe you!” The doctor gave her a cold stare. “Secondary syphilis doesn’t show up for at least three months. Casey only drove you a few days ago.”

Unable to take the shock, she doubled over, dry heaving violently nonstop. Just then, two police officers entered with a forensic specialist, holding an urgent report. Upon seeing Jessica, the forensic specialist had a look of undisguised disgust in his eyes as he frowned. "You're Jessica Tuttle, right? The initial screening of your blood sample came back strongly positive. You are infected with syphilis, and it has already reached the secondary stage. You also carry other high-risk infectious diseases. Take her away and keep her in isolation."

Oh! Who would have thought that a young female college student like me could contract a disease like syphilis? I did have quite a few boyfriends in the past, but now, I could not blame anyone. Over the following week, I spent every day in anxiety and fear. I felt that my body had become a walking medicine bottle. Not only did Bobby urge me to take the medicine for syphilis, but Heath also reminded me to take the medicine on time every day to treat my strange illness that caused the itch.

He groans in her mouth, deepening the kiss as he fills her up with his sperm. The door unexpectedly bursts open, startling the couple. Roy freezes at the entrance, face in disbelief as he watches his wife’s pussy leak a thick drop of squirt.

"Okay, something is going on around the globe now, causing any male just above puberty to die and my hypothesis is never wrong. I think it's a sexually transmitted disease" "Really?" "Yes and Son, we haven't found a cure. I haven't found the answers yet." "What makes you so sure?" "Something like this happened many years ago before you were born" "Really?" "Yes, It was the year before I met your mother" "Can you tell me about it" Marty sits up and pleaded with his eyes? "It's a long story" Kay checked his wristwatch Marty quickly replied "I have the time, today was a day -of"

He exuded a kind of domineering aura that appealed to her. She raised her chin slightly at him. "Is he one of yours?" Benny nodded. "Yes." Sophia said, "Call him over." "He's not suitable," Benny said. Curious, Sophia looked at him, "Why?" "He's sick," Benny said, moving closer. "He has a disease." Sophia smiled. "Wouldn't that be better?" Benny frowned. "I said he has a disease, a sexually transmitted disease. Are you crazy? Why do you think that's better?"