Poe The Cask Of Amontillado Novels & Stories

Adeline fired back. "Then die and let's bury you with Nikolai and the others!" Poe shot bitterly, coming for her again. Adeline moved away. If she should fight back with her bleeding back, then Poe will kill her within a second. She whipped around swiftly, running fast down the forest. Poe went after her. -- [Back In The Manor] Madden is currently in front of the mirrors of his bedroom wall, a small combat knife in his right hand. His face is closed off and cutthroat as he brought the knife to his wounded arm, digging it in at once.

“Cassandra '' The other man said that looked familiar to me. He is the man that the other me killed in my dreams. He is raping Cassandra too, the name of the girl they are sexually abusing. I am looking at their faces one by one. I am familiarizing them because I want to remember their faces once I am back to reality. Aside from the man that I saw in my dreams who got murdered. There’s another one who is familiar to me. I felt like I knew him and met him somewhere I just forgot when and where. After they took turns to Cassie. I never hear Cassie crying and screaming anymore. So they stuttered and threw Cassie in the pool like a dead pig to wake her up but she was not moving, they didn’t wake

Her Pov: I am so tired.. I don't know what I am living for anymore.. Am I only alive for others to use me like a fucking toy.. To use me and throw me away... Whatever I see wherever I see all I see is black. Darkness.. I am surrounded by darkness.. I am held captive in darkness, or maybe my soul itself has turned black. I thought Leonardo would return me my passport and I would go back to my country and start a new life there for myself. I want to look for Antonio.. I want to ask him why he did this to me..

“The hostess is suspiciously cheerful,” grandfather Yosha thought. He dangled his furry legs over the edge of the cupboard, polishing the crystal goblets to a shine. Pascal, for the hundredth time, studied the Book of Knowledge in search of the demon he needed. He thought: a yellowed page, covered with angular handwriting, hung in the air: I don't want to agree, but you're right. - Why are you leafing through it all, leafing through it? Do nothing? grumbled the brownie, taking up the decanter. - If there is nothing, then help. The hostess does not drink twice from the same glass.

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.

♤Ven♤ People say I'm a human. But they don't know blood doesn't flow in my veins. If there's something, that's poison. I'm a poison damsel, I'm an immortal. My birth was cursed and death was craved. My breath can make anyone struggle for air, my one scratch can kill, my eyes can hypnotise and my smile can seduce. Yeah, I'm a human. A human, made of poison. ◇Aragon◇

Phil glared at Pristine and said, “Apparently, Pristine’s research was wrong. Becca doesn’t have the vampire potion and the potion is actually in the vampire world.” “But my theorie—” Pristine was roughly cut off by Phil. “How can the vampire potion be in the human world, Pristine? For God’s sake, admit that you made such a big mistake.” “But if Becca doesn’t have the potion, what about the poison in h—” Alexander stopped midway when he felt someone stomped on his foot with a high sharp-pointed heel. He snapped his head towards his right, where Vanessa was standing. “Just stay quiet,” Vanessa hissed as Phil scolded Pristine for quite some time.