Poison Paradise Novels & Stories

“You don’t know who you’re talking to.” “Oh, I know exactly who I’m talking to,” she shot back, her lips curling in disgust. “Sweet Poison. The girl who records lecturers, frames them, and laugh while their careers burn. How many have you destroyed already? Five? Six? And now you’ve moved on to my fiancé?” Fiancé.

The specific scent of his cologne mixed with autumn air. The brushstroke wavered again became a muddy smudge. I stepped back, gripping the brush like a weapon. "Work,"I whispered to the empty room. "Just work." I turned to a half finished piece from weeks before a swirl of cool blues and grays. I had called it Equilibrium. I tried to lose myself in blending it. My hand jerked severally, A slash of pure, violent phthalo blue cut across the delicate gradients, ruining the composition. A gasp escaped me. It was a perfect metaphor for everything. Austin had ruined the composition of my life.

asked Bai Ze immediately "Reqing poison is one of the worst poison when a person take it they will clearly not feel it becayse Reqing poison doesn't work unless one become physically intimate thus it's really hard to detect but once a physical connection is made it will act up almost instantly it starts by paralyzing the lower body and gradually move to the heart however it doesn't work like other poison instead of coughing up blood the patient will end up bleeding from their personal areas making it look like that the death happened due to over exertion of one's self thus the death by Reqing poison is not just simple death its the death of a dog !"

*** Nadia's POV We took endless stairs downwards till we finally were able to hear music blasting from beneath, which made me realize we were getting closer to paradise. Paradise is a whole new world from where we were coming from. There were lots of men coming and going out of one of the most beautiful underground scenery I have ever seen. I could believe the amount of sound that was blasting from the speakers and yet we don't even get to hear a glimpse of it. The music was blasting and strippers were seen on stage doing their thing. I felt happy, I couldn't tell why, but I know I was glad to have come to a place as carefree as paradise.

The world continued to change, bringing new smells and rules that I had not heard of before, though why, I was unsure. To me, the way that things had been almost one hundred and fifty years ago seemed completely fine, if not perfect. At least, that was what I imagined from what the storyteller had chimed about it, claiming that it was the real peak of humanity, if they were to have one. But, as all good things did, they changed, evolving into greedy and vile people who were only interested in what they could take from others; never once caring for whom they injured along their way. Yet, why spend your life collecting things that you are unable to take with you to the afterlife, can money rea

Three years later, on a stormy night, the Coral Villa was shrouded in darkness, with only a faint light illuminating the living room. Nicholas sat in a recliner by the window. He narrowed his eyes as he scrolled through today's trending videos on his phone. In the first year, Pete had set a trap that left Annie's company with debts amounting to hundreds of billions while filing for divorce. In the second year, I sued for breach of contract and won. The once-dominant figure in the fashion industry changed its name overnight.

Group presentations usually took half of the first period and since this was poetry club, I was hardly interested in it. Malik and I had found seats at the far back of the hall. While they introduced the first presenter; Mofe. "Hello everyone, Mofy here and I will be presenting a poem written by Sarima Egwakhide titled Texting with him". she proceeds to start her poem and soon everyone is silent listening to the words. It's a love poem from the hoots from girls and boys alike. I look away from the stage for a split second and my eyes fell on Chidimma, she smiled at me, a smile I reciprocated and then her friends; Abby and Sarima whispered something her ears then they both laugh except her wh

The basement floor of the casino was brightly lit, with sections for high-stakes gambling, wine tasting, and late-night dining, all cleverly separated by spending categories. The place buzzed with excitement, luxurious yet not chaotic, showcasing the venue's unique charm. Chloe sat with Cynthia in an opulent private room, holding a drink in her hand. Cynthia was already showing signs of being tipsy. When Chloe first stood at the entrance of Paradiso, she realized that the "secret spot" Cynthia had mentioned was anything but ordinary. She wanted to leave immediately, but seeing Eamonn holding Cynthia close with a protective, almost theatrical tenderness, she found herself unable to walk away.

She walked straight toward the portrait. "Nova, just because you're not saying anything doesn't mean I don't understand what you're doing! You're jealous I outperformed you, so you got Mr. Langley to frame me!" At that point, even the slowest person in the room finally got it. Elise was seriously poisoned. She was seeing things that weren't there. Her eyes burned an eerie red, and her breathing was rapid and erratic. Mr. Langley's expression changed immediately. "Elise, the mushrooms are making you hallucinate. You need to go to the hospital now."