Party Poison Character Novels & Stories

Xavier demanded. Kieran set the vial down carefully. "I've seen this poison before. In the war, five years ago, when I was tracking enemy scouts for the eastern territories. They used it on our soldiers. It was designed to kill slowly, to make it look like natural illness. The healer who created it was named Thorne. He was brilliant but twisted. He sold his skills to the highest bidder." My stomach dropped. "Is Thorne still alive?" "No," Kieran said. "I killed him myself after he poisoned my unit. But someone learned his methods. Someone who knows chemistry, who understands how wolf bodies work. Marcus couldn't have done this alone."

Carson asked in shocked, “They told her that is a cure, but she knew ,beta, she knew that it is not a cure and she didn’t fight at all , she just let them take her life. That poison was a lethal combination between wolfsbane and a lot of other substances highly toxic. It’s a miracle that she is still alive” “Are you telling me that Pete Thompson poisoned his own daughter?’ “Patrick will get mad about that, man” Johan said , growling in his mind and thinking of some ways to tell Patrick about that.

Lucas couldn't believe what was happening. Just like the poison he had received from Carlos' bullet, his life had long died due to a poison he could never see in reality. The grudges, anger, and hatred he had since he learned about his life—about himself, who was not actually a biological child of the Axton family—had poisoned his heart. The poison had entangled him—keeping him away from all the happiness he once had.

I ordered and after saying that I heard her trying to cook up a reason to not be able to be there but I ended the call. The thing with Poison was she wasn't one of those randos in the hood, she was my weapon. Like her name implies, she is extremely dangerous, fully harmed to go on orders for no one other than myself. She owed me her entire life for getting her off the streets and you could just count our latest transaction as her paying back her debt. I scrunched my nose as I walk back to the chair, feeling the weight of Lucas's gaze on my back. He was taking a sip of the liquor, the irritation in the air mixing with the unspoken tension. I paused before the chair before retreating into it s

I whispered, nodding to myself. Laura's laugh was dark, echoing in the confined space, devoid of any real joy, only malice. "Oh, Sophia, you're catching on. We've been involved in his 'issues' for quite some time now. Let's just say, the poison was quite effective, wasn't it? A slow burn, designed to leave him utterly helpless. And look where it's gotten him. And you." She gestured at my bound wrist, a smug satisfaction radiating from her.

When the company began choosing a vendor for staff lunches, I immediately ruled out my family's restaurant. A coworker stared at me. "Nora, that is a $150,000 contract. Your family runs a restaurant, and you're turning down money being handed to you? Are you out of your mind?" I smiled and didn't answer. In my last life, I took that contract. Then the new intern, Fiona Bell, accused me of secretly pocketing a commission. She even produced a quote from a three-star hotel for comparison. "Look, theirs is three dollars a portion. How do you justify charging eight?" Even my boyfriend of six years, Gavin Shaw, whom I had been seeing in secret, joined her in confronting me with the invoices. In th

he uttered, his thick voice laced with intent and a proper mixture of joke, fear and intimidation. "My name is Poison.” He bent low as he tipped my lower jaw for me to focus on his glittering reddish eyes which I didn't want to. I blinked severally as my vision was hit with a pocket of smoke from his tobacco, which almost blocked out my lungs. “Did you know the reason why people don't like calling my attention to minor issues like this?” He asked without any remorse, “because they know that I will always bring chaos, I am the guy that always loves to use a sledge hammer to kill a fly. Pardon me, it's just my nature.”

"Hold on. I'm going to fix this." Xavier. My mate. My stubborn, loyal, occasionally stupid mate. I wanted to respond, to tell him I was trying, but my body wouldn't cooperate. The poison, and I knew it was poison now, could feel it burning through my veins like liquid fire mixed with ice, had me in its grip. It was intelligent, this poison. Adaptive. Every time my wolf tried to heal the damage, the toxin shifted, found a new way to attack. Whoever had created it was brilliant. And terrifying.

She is representing her clan in these games. The Poissonarm clan is represented by Poissona. The art that this clan possesses is very useful and effective. It is one of my favourite weapons against humanity when I am in the mood. The most effective weapon to destroy a kingdom, starting with the ruler, is poison. This, not only causes physical harm but also weakens the ruler's morale, making them easy prey

"Yes, I am the son of Hadeon Adron, and Jonson too" Diana felt the tears starting to form. She had thought she received the topmost betrayal, but this was a hell of a total betrayal. "And have you heard of a poison which kills its victims slowly until nothing is left?" Joseph asked, laughing along with the others. "Yes, a slow poison. A poison which has no cure. It’s been on him for years". Diana gasped, covering her mouth in horror.