Novel & Cerita Poison Grease Elden Ring

In my previous lifetime, the entire medical world had acknowledged me as Godhand. But I was forced to become a scapegoat for my genius younger brother, Matthew Lachman, in a medical malpractice case, which resulted in me getting my medical license revoked and being sentenced to seven years in prison Before I was set to go to jail, my fiancee, Winona Green, personally severed my tendon in my dominant wrist just so she could force me to sign the papers. Since then, I was tormented and bullied relentlessly in jail. In the end, I died in my cold and dark cell out of depression. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day I'm set to go to jail as a wronged person. This time, I no longer remain depressed. I decide to continue living properly so that I can clear my name one day. In the prison, I use my amazing medical skills to save the inmates' lives and build my own connections. Since I've been on my best behavior, my sentence keeps getting reduced. That's how I get released from prison in advance. After my release, I hide my identity and open an auto repair shop on the streets. One day, my entire family barges into my shop. My mother kneels in a puddle of grease as she says pleadingly, "Jamie, Matthew is ill. You're the only one who can perform the high-precision surgery on him. Please save him!" Meanwhile, Winona clutches the engagement contract from before. With tears running down her cheeks, she promises me, "I will marry you right away as long as you can save Matthew's life!" I merely lift my hand, which is trembling so much that I can barely hold a wrench properly. A self-deprecating smile is plastered on my face this time. "Have you forgotten that you're the ones who have personally crippled my hand? Since you want me to perform that surgery so badly, does that mean you actually want Matthew dead instead?"

Growing up as a poor ordinary girl, Esther never believed that life could be more intriguing than just working as a housemaid. Her good character almost cost her life because Jina, her aunt feels her husband Richard favours her more than his children. She attempts to poison her but as luck would have it, the gatekeeper eats the poisoned food and dies in her stead. A perfect blend of beauty and character captivates Simon, the only son of the city mayor and he deeply falls in love with her. Despite many obstacles they encounter along the journey, Simon climbs every mountain to prove to the world that true love lasts forever. Gauging on the occurrences in the story, Forever Mine, we can substantiate that love conquers all and true love is eternal.

"Do you think I need you that much? I married you just because I wanted your blood," Kenny said as he put his signature on the divorce papers. "I don't need your money nor your house Mr Kenny," Natasha said as she tried to hide the emotions in her face. Kenny has no other way of protecting the person he loves the most other that divorcing her. Natasha, Kenny's girlfriend is poisoned and he needs to find an antidote before the poison starts to act up. Kenny has to marry Sophia the girl he hates so that he could get the antidote from a mysterious man. Will he able to save Natasha? Will they get back together? Will they be able to win against the forces that are trying to break them apart?

"Our marriage is not some fairy tale. And my new wife? She’s not exactly a fan of the crown jewels. I’m a prince and heir to the throne of Salasia. I’m the most eligible bachelor in Europe. You’d think any woman would be ecstatic to marry me. Except for the one woman who I must marry to save my throne. She’d rather give me a poison apple than true love’s kiss. Now the pair of us must convince the world that our marriage isn’t just a convenient arrangement. As for me? I’ll prove to this stubborn princess that happily ever after isn’t just for fairy tales. The Princess I Hate to Love is the conclusion to The Heir Affair Duet, beginning with book one, The Prince I Love to Hate. "

Six months ago, I was accidentally poisoned by wolfsbane. The poison is deadly, and my days are numbered. My body gradually weakens. Today, my wolf is completely gone, and I have three days left to live. On the last day before I draw my final breath, I agree to donate my kidney to my sister. Thrilled, my mate swears that he'll make it up to me someday. My sister is being swamped with insults on the college forum after she was caught plagiarizing my Belladonna thesis. But I come forward and claim that I'm the one who plagiarized it. Mom and Dad are pleased, saying I've finally become mature. At last, I've become the perfect mate and daughter in their eyes. But why are they crying after my body has turned cold and lifeless?

On the day of my wedding with my girlfriend, I was unexpectedly informed by the hotel that our ceremony had to be postponed by a couple of hours. With no time to notify relatives and friends of the change, I had to rush to the hotel entrance to intercept guests. Upon arriving, I was stopped at the door by security, who told me that a wedding was currently taking place inside. The host's voice could be heard as I saw my girlfriend, wearing a veil, smiling and extending her hand to a man who was half-kneeling. In the audience, all the bride's relatives who were supposed to attend our wedding were seated, clapping and cheering. The man on stage was her dream guy and also my current superior. Seeing me causing a commotion, my girlfriend warned me, "I'm just helping out. Alex is your superior. I'm also doing this to help you. Don't cause any trouble." Just helping out? I had booked the wedding venue, chosen the time, designed the wedding dress, and personally sent out the invitations. How could a wedding be rearranged so suddenly? I looked coldly at the ring box the man was holding. "It seems my taste is quite similar to my yours. If that's the case, this diamond ring is yours, including the wife." My girlfriend finally panicked.

"I'm your husband now, Janice. Give me your hand, and don't do something stupid," Connor Hughes whispered those words that sent shivers down my spine, and I knew I was doomed for the rest of my life. I was supposed to get married to Carl Hughes, but his brother, the person I feared the most in life, showed up instead. Standing in front of the altar together, my heart pounded hard against my chest and the smirk that played on his lips made me regret ever playing a trick on this man. If only I could be given another chance to make things right, but it was too late. Just two weeks ago, I was happy, duping this man, thinking I was smart, little did I know that I would be tying the knot with him today as his wife. "You may exchange your rings now," My heart stopped beating as I watched him slid the diamond ring into my finger while having a deadly smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The ring felt like shackles of bondage, a promise of lifetime nightmares and miseries, something I wasn't sure I would ever be able to escape from. There were only two things involved. It was either I have a happy ending, or a sad one...

He is my best friend's father. My ex- boyfriend's creator. And my most dangerous temptation. One night of betrayal sent me running back to the only Pack I ever called home. I sought safety in the arms of my best friend, Ember, but instead, I found her father, Alpha Varg Lowell. He is older, lethal, and looks at me with a hunger that makes my skin burn. He tracks my scent, corners me in the moonlit hallways, and traces my lips with a thumb that promises ruin. He makes my heart beat, and fail with every touch. “The Alpha's power is a poison to your terminal illness. The closer you get to him, the faster you die.” A secret seer had whispered to me. My clock is ticking. My body is failing. But Alpha Varg is just getting started.

We had been married for 24 years. Twenty-four years of what I thought was happy. He got everything he wanted. The house he chose. The truck he loved. The vacations he picked. I made sure life ran smoothly so he never had to question comfort. And apparently, comfort made him bored. That’s how I met Vincent. Not in person. On Tinder. Same smile. Same scar on his chin. Same wedding ring conveniently missing.

For two years, my love was worth nothing more than a single apartment unit to Hans. Now Kenzo Alberto has come and purchased me at a higher price. Not with affection, but with absolute protection and an emerald ring powerful enough to silence every whisper. I do not need to be loved. I only want to see those who belittled me brought to their knees. One year of contract. One year of pretense. And one year to make sure not a single pixel of my past remains.