Party Poison Character Novelas e Histórias

That was Karamon's Soul-Locking Scent, a type of poison that could render people in a vegetative state. Darius watched him go into the bedroom, sneering disdainfully. "This guy still has some self-awareness. He shouldn't have come back just to be humiliated!" After chatting and forming an alliance, they decided to rest separately. However, just as they stood up to leave, they found that they had no strength left in their bodies. Leonard was the first to react. "Oh, no, poison!" he said before fainting. Darius was startled and looked toward Manny's bedroom, wanting to say something, but fainted without uttering a word.

Jacob hissed, his expression turning grim. "It wasn't me—" "She's just a girl! Why would she lie?" "She's insane!" Meryl shrieked like a banshee. "Just because I scolded her for a bit, she tried to kill me, and now she's even pushing Clara down the stairs! She doesn't care for anyone except her own child. How could you be so evil and heartless? You falling off a cliff would just be karma catching up to you!" I couldn't take it anymore. "It wasn't me!" I screamed.

Even her strongest Gu poison attack did not hurt the Phoenix tribe chief in the slightest, so she was really angry and did not understand how it could have happened. "This fight is boring, sister. Your poison-based powers cannot possibly defeat my powers, which prioritize my own abilities. Poison is just a tool that is considered weak even for someone like me!" The Phoenix tribe chief stared at his sister with a sad look. The person he once respected the most had now truly fallen into darkness, resorting to using poison just to fight.

"Need to look away? I've already watched him convulse and foam at the mouth nine times. Today can be a little after-dinner show." Lying on the hospital bed, I bit down hard on the tip of my tongue. The taste of blood instantly filled my mouth. The pain cut straight into my bones, but I didn't dare make a sound or let my eyelids twitch. Looking at my pale face, the doctor's voice became choked with tears. "Ms. Morgan, a large dose of toxin could cause irreversible cardiac arrest! Back then, Mr. Johnson sold every keepsake his mother left behind just to help you survive your bankruptcy crisis. If you do this, you'll face retribution eventually!"

He cocked the gun and I instantly did as he asked, Leaving Peyton sobbing on the floor. This wasn't a game, this wasn’t a threat, this was it. This was the end. ‘Now, what are we going to do with you?’ He asked, with a small chuckle in his voice. He found this amusing. Playing with life and death, and he found it fucking amusing?! ‘Michael? Any ideas on what we could do with this little princess?’ I kept my gaze firmly on the floor. My whole body was shaking. Michael didn’t answer the psychotic prick. ‘What about you Luke? Any ideas for your little ray of sunshine?’

The pain in the side of my stomach will not stop anytime soon, I had always tried to endure it, I had gotten used to it. "Blood does not celebrate in the pain of others. Blood does not sell the other for wealth and materialistic things. Blood cares for a child. Blood still holds the bond that protects each other. This cannot be blood. You cannot speak as though we are related by Blood because everything you have done has made you an enemy of my prosperity and my future.'' Once again, I am looking him in the eyes. I can see a lot of confusion in them. He is wondering where his daughter went. Where the submissive and scared little Elizabeth is because this is not her.

There is no way I would see this gorgeous body of his without drilling and wetting my pants. I took him all in, moving my eyes from his face to his chest and his sexy, firm abs. My eyes landed on his arm, I noticed a spot in his arm where Charlotte had shot him. The bullets are laced with a poisonous substance that is making it hard for him to heal faster. I know how it feels, I was poisoned with the same substance as well. I know how I felt when Liam poisoned me, I felt as if I was dying slowly, it felt as if the air was being sucked out of me. I wonder how he was able to carry me and run out of there, how is able to stand in front of me, looking as if everything is okay?

I nodded once at Ethan. Ethan moved fast, pulling the iron chair across the floor until it screeched like nails on glass. He shoved Jared onto it, forcing his arms behind him and chaining him to the frame. Jared struggled weakly, but his injuries made it laughable. I circled behind him, slow steps, letting the silence stretch until it pressed down like a weight. “You know the thing about poison?” I murmured from the shadows. “It’s a coward’s weapon. A knife takes courage. A bullet takes precision. But poison? Poison is for men who can’t face their enemy eye to eye.”

"So what do I get if I feed this poison to your brother? I'm sure you can give me a better reward other than certain death," I laugh because I couldn't help how much she made me crack up. With a hand resting on my lower belly trying to stop some of the last time I responded. "No, I can give you what you want the most... The south..."I pointed at the bottle, "it won't kill him immediately... It will just slowly deteriorate his inner wolf... Gradually in a way no one would really suspect... It is a slow-acting poison and by the time he has figured out that he's been poisoned and his health is not just randomly failing it will be too late to do anything about it,"