Party Poison Character Novels & Stories

Is that true? Mango was extremely shocked when she heard this. "The man nodded and continued, ""Yes, this kind of poison is colourless and tasteless, and it can only be inhaled. Furthermore, this poison can only be found in Lebanon's palace. I've heard that this was used by his mother, the seventh wife of the king. Prince Lebanon missed his mother, so he went to her palace and lighted this incense himself. Thus, I think that this toxin appeared in your subordinate's body after he inhaled his incense. He won't die because of this toxin immediately, but it will continue to torture him as it will spread throughout his body day by day. In the end, he will finally pass away because of it."""

If Lauren had faked her death for insurance money, then in my past life, she might have done the same. Nathan told me that Lauren was behind the poisoning of Andrew and Sally. I was stunned. "How is that possible?" Nothing was impossible. That fishing trip had been Lauren's carefully planned strategy for faking her death. To ensure she had witnesses, she invited several of her friends. But those friends invited Dylan. Dylan had once been a swimming champion and was incredibly attentive to Lauren. Fearing that he would ruin her plan, she decided to poison his parents. She laced the poison in food that was delivered and sent it to Andrew and Sally, claiming that Dylan had ordered it.

Quickly, I ask Charlie to be very cautious during the entire planned out sequence of ours. "Let's feed them the slow toxin, shall we?" I intentionally say it out loud. The guards didn't even flinch at my words. They must have thought we are giving their stupid bosses some extra doses of pleasure. Nuh-uh, I can only give them a slow ass death. Soon, we reach the private cabin. John had some of his business partners around. In here, I felt entirely like Harley Quinn. My makeup was on point, I had my things adjusted and the two pieces of poison right under my bra strip.

"Before we are done were you the one who made the poison that killed those man didn't you." She couldn't lie so she just don't him the truth. "Yes I did." The poison was a slow acting kind. it makes it look like you are just unconscious then slowly kill them from the inside without any medical detection. This was her most dangerous poison. The poison could only be made once and she was the only one who could even make it. When she created it it was to save her when she got into dangerous situation that way she could pretend to be dead. She would fight administer the cure then inject the poison.

"It is the antithesis of your Alpha power, which burns with the fire of life itself." Fenris froze, his mind wiped clean. "What do you mean?" The witch walked to the bed, looking at Freya's ashen face. "Every time you get near her, every time you feel a strong emotion toward her, your power acts as a catalyst for the poison." She turned, pinning him with her ancient, cold gaze. "Intensifying her agony a thousand times over." "You, Alpha, are the poison." Fenris's face went deathly pale. His knees buckled, and he nearly collapsed.

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.

I shoved the doctor away from me, gritting my teeth and circling back to the metal bed where the red-haired woman was breathing softly. Her beautiful porcelain face was strained, her neatly arched brows furrowed over her cute straight nose. I resisted the urge to brush my lips over her hair, wondering if it was about time to take myself out back and take a bullet between the eyes. “The poison is a specific type of nightshade stronger than the regular wolfsbane, Your Highnesses,” Strauss panted, and I reeled back my wolf, realizing it was getting harder and harder for me to reign it in.

Patrick asked anxiously. Robin was now anxious to save people. He said, "Mr. Dawson, we found her, but Madam was taken away by that villain again. That villain is good at using poison. Mr. Schmidt and Gilbert are both poisoned. We're trying to find a way to detoxify them now, but the poison they're suffering from is very strange. One is weak all over, and the other can't move. I estimate that the doctors in the hospital can't detoxify them." Patrick said angrily, "Useless! You found her, and you still let her be taken away right before your eyes?"

I finally have enough courage to tell him, I've wanted to say that for months! "See what you're letting them do! They're getting in your head making you believe things that aren't true! Just like all those other people did remember, Tammy, my mother, Adam and Nicole!" He shouts listing all those poor people he murdered, I look down remembering every single situation "what did I do? I took care of them! I made them see that we were forever and no one could get in between us!" He shouts but I shake my head, he did the opposite to any of that.

Charles was a maniac, a narcissist and he would do just anything to manipulate the truth out of anyone. “She tried to poison your drink,” he dropped and I glanced at his face with disbelief before slowly looking at the girl. “Poison? Me?” I questioned, voice clear as day and filled with the disbelief I was currently feeling. Then, I gave a light chuckle. It sounded hollow after all. I was not feeling amused that someone had tried to kill me all because Charles kept me captive.