Novel & Cerita Oblivion Poisoned Apple

Feelings of dread came over her and she could feel her heart in her throat. Ally knew when she flipped the switch there would be another birthday surprise she wasn’t going to be able to handle. She flipped it anyways. Another great masterpiece painted by the late Leonardo da Vinci creeped into her mind, Last Supper, but the Rob Zombie edition. The birthday decorations where all still there. In fact, someone took great care to arrange all of the bodies in the chairs. Some were wearing party hats, other had noise makers in their mouths. Looking at the floor she saw Jeremy’s hair tousled and matted with blood. He was missing his arm, the one that sent her over the edge this morning. He wa

scoffed Mist, with that, his blade flew past, and another was dead. “Master, what do we do?” Lewis asked, his body quaked. Mist was a Strength of level nine, it would not take much for him to kill Lewis. Worst still, he saw Zephyr drink from the wine! “Don’t worry, even if the wine was poisoned, it won’t get the better of me! Go and hide!” Zephyr replied calmly. Zephyr knew the wine was poisoned. He reckoned the wine was poisoned with knob root. Knob root had the special characteristic of paralysing those who ingested it, thus, it would render them incapacitated.

Liora asked, wearing a cold, icy smile one that bore a striking resemblance to the expression Mavric often wore when dismantling his business rivals. “Do you truly believe you have planned for every single possibility?” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas frowned, looking confused. “I began hacking into this system the very moment I inserted the sapphire key earlier,” Liora declared, delivering the blow with absolute precision. You were so completely focused on analysing my biometric data that you forgot to check the integrity of the system’s core kernel. Ever since my time in New York, I have been developing a specialised data-wiping virus I call ‘Oblivion’. The moment I walked into this room

A lonely night, a night of sweet nightmares. And an apple which is turning red, may be blushing. I was lying yesterday, that kid was never out of my reach. I lied that I left him somewhere inadvertently, but it was intentional. Yet, you are not surprised… By the way I'm concerned about my health, and apples are a good thing to eat here on this planet. (Ard and Earth are similar planets but not exactly, because the author has changed its name, and also people of Ard are blessed with some annoying powers).

"Silvain, can we is there anything..." "The poison is shadow-forged," Silvain said quietly. "Only Obsidian can reverse it. I'm sorry." Ash nodded, seeming to have expected this. "then I have one request. you will kill him, won't you? Promise me you'll kill him." "I promise," Silvain said, and the Alpha authority in his voice made it a vow. "Obsidian Nightprowl will answer for every life he's taken. For every child, every innocent. For you."

I gawk as one of the warriors hands Crimson a torch from his pack and a box of matches, only realizing when he spoke in his gruff voice, that that was the man who took me down. “What did you poison us with?” I finally ask, only thinking of and wanting to know now. “A thorn from the bush of Manchineel dipped in Nightshade.” He speaks. “And what did you give Tawny the night of the full moon?” Crimson growls out the question. This time Arik answers, “She was given Jimsonweed in her wine.” At least he looked guilty as he told us. “That and nightshade grow abundantly on our lands. Mix them together and you can take down anything and have them seeing shit for weeks.”

" When I heard the doctor say that, I went completely quiet. For the sake of a new project, I had been overseas for 39 straight days, working day and night, and I finally made it back in one piece. I never expected that at the celebration dinner, one glass of mango juice from Alan Holt would land me right in a hospital bed. Out of habit, I tapped open my pinned chat, typed two words, and then realized something felt off. Looking closely, I confirmed that it was Alan Holt. He had just changed his profile picture. Now, it was a green mango. While I was staring blankly at the chat window, Alan's call came through. He sounded cold. "I'm already home. Where are you?" I said nothing. Any other tim

It was a pale, golden amber. Steam curled up, carrying the scent to Vespera’s nose. Almonds. And beneath the almonds, a sharp, metallic undertone. Vespera’s heart stopped. She knew that smell. She felt the cold stone of the prison floor beneath her knees. She felt the phantom constriction in her throat. She heard Lysander saying, 'It is painless.' Nightshade. Specifically, the distillation known as "The Widow’s Kiss." It was the same poison. The exact same poison they had used to execute her in the previous timeline.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

The hill down looked like a jagged scar carved into the mountainside, sharp with the scent of stone and old, cold earth. Wind howled through the ravine like a warning whispered by ghosts long gone, and the clouds overhead hung low and heavy as if hiding the executioner that passed by. This wasn’t a place meant for mercy... “Oh, and by the way,” I continued, ignoring Isabel’s helpless cries and desperate pleas. “Did you know that Alpha Darian is extremely interested in poisons?” I smirked and looked down at her, feeling my wolf’s enjoyment spark at watching her tear-streaked face under my foot. “Yeah, reminiscing with you these last couple of days had me thinking back. And, I just realized so