Poison Apple Books Novels & Stories

"You have been carrying around a small naturalist's volume of eastern lakes wrapped in oilcloth in the bottom drawer of your study for fifteen years." "...Yes." I made a small sound again. He did not look away from me. "...What is yours, Luna?" "A book about apples." "...Apples." "Yes. A small naturalist's volume. Forty-two varieties of pack-territory apples. Hand-illustrated. Maps of the orchards. Mira's mother gave it to me when I was nine." "You have a small naturalist's volume of apples." "In my old room. Top shelf. Behind the spare blanket. I left it in the Voss pack because it would not have survived the drive."

Although Naomi was similar to Lisa's fondness over reading books, most of the books she have read were novels of different genres and since she was from a different world, there were a lot of things that were different from each other in the place she was currently in and with the place she came from. Let's take the apple she have picked from the Labyrinth Forest during the first day that she transmigrated into this world. Although the apple wasn't much more different aside from being more good-looking than the ones she had in Florence, it can replenish one's energy and make the fatigue of someone who ate it go away. The same goes with the herbs.

It was a book about the Helsings. I stumbled upon one of the pages that deals with poisons. While eating, I couldn't help but speak a few of them. "Let there be no ill. All that is poison must reveal... " I lifted my gaze towards my food only to find a black liquid floating on the surface of the soup. "Gerber..." I called on her before closing the book, putting it away as I leaned on closer to the bowl of soup. "What is it, Sol?" "T-There's something on the soup..."

He was also investigating all that happened and everything is getting worse than they expected. "About an antidote, I know I read about it." King Alpha speaks and takes a book inside the meeting room. "This book is all about making potions and their antidote or cure so the potion will become ineffective." He dropped the book and gave it to Letitia. She's now starting to read all of the pages. "Turn the page to page eighty-four. You will find it." She did what he did and saw about the potion but there was no antidote included.

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.

In the end, Elise was still worried. She secretly searched online for videos about people eating poisonous mushrooms and acing their exams. Thanks to the algorithm, every video pushed onto her feed was from people claiming they had eaten poisonous mushrooms and achieved incredible exam scores afterward. Every so often, there were actual educational videos warning people not to eat toxic mushrooms carelessly. Elise ignored every single one. She only had eyes for those so-called success stories, fantasizing about using those poisonous mushrooms to soar to the top.

But here, in the dim, flickering light of the dying fire, he looked up at Ivy with eyes that were no longer just golden; they were shattered. The scratches on his arm, where Ivy’s nails had carved into his skin during the peak of their visceral union, were not glowing with magic—they were weeping a dark, sluggish fluid that seemed to drain the very iron from his resolve. The "poison" Ivy had mentioned wasn't a supernatural curse; it was a potent, concentrated sedative found in the hidden compartment of the 1890 box, a "last resort" the first Isabella had prepared for a Moretti who refused to be tamed.

Grace nodded and looked at the TV again, watching as the men fought against one another, one of them killing three men with a pencil, what the hell? “At least I understand where you get your homicidal side from” I said standing up feeling disgusted by the amount of blood I saw pouring out of one of the men’s neck, wondering how it was possible for one man to take out three men, then go running to kill another man. “Oh, like you haven’t watched it with me, and yet here you are, all miss innocent” Grace said in a mocking tone. I rolled my eyes at my little sister and started heating milk to make some hot chocolate, might as well keep our bellies warm if we planned on having a movie night. Chec

This chapter is going to have two different POVs, We’re stepping into a slightly faster pace now, so hold on tight. If you’ve been following along from the beginning, thank you so much for sticking with me through this journey. Your support means the world. 🖤 xoxo, Mableewritings ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ EVE I had promised myself last night that I would tell Noah. That he deserved to know. That I couldn’t keep carrying this weight alone. But promises made in the dark have a way of unraveling in the daylight.