Poison Paradise Novels & Stories

In the middle of the paradise that our God has given you, you could be easily tempted by such storms. Ericka's conscience is eating away at her because she is surrounded by a lot of temptations and opinions that she has already buried in her stomach. The blow of the turbulent windstorms that strike the stainless steel protecting the passenger bus loaded in the enormous passenger ship across the ocean separating the regions of the island she hopes to give her paradise allows her to let them out. Ericka is currently trying to figure out why she continues to live in this small, meaningless world that she has thought of as her paradise since she was a young child.

What she thought would be the worst mistake of her life,hell for her was actually paradise. . *********

Dorian Draven’s mind had been poisoned by jealousy and envy. Some victories are poison.

"This is our home! Selene isn't back yet, so I won't let you do this to our home! Tell me—where did she go? Tell me!" Seeing how frantic he was, the lawyer sighed and said, "Ms. Adkins left a message for you. She said, 'With my heart long dead, where does love belong? A heart that has been shattered can never be pieced back together—just like how a past flame cannot be rekindled.' "So… Mr. Langley, you should let go." Jacob felt as if a hole had been carved into his chest, the cold air stabbing at his lungs with unbearable pain. A wave of dizziness hit him just then, sending a shiver down his spine.

was the first one’s response. He placed his finger on the page and instantly the inky blackness melted away, revealing the inside of Poisonous Poison’s bar. It was a place where beings like her went when they wanted alcohol to drink or something more, away from prying eyes. That’s something more was literally poison. You see, Poison was one of the mutated people created after a chemical explosion spread DNA-altering rain and fog all over the world. She developed a poisonous touch due to the DNA mutation.

Just when she thought she had succeeded, Dylan's parents adamantly opposed the marriage. Not only did they refuse, but they also went to Lauren's hometown and spread rumors that she was a shameless gold digger who used men for money. Lauren's parents were deeply ashamed, and her reputation was ruined. After her scheme was exposed, she begged Dylan not to call the police. She offered to split the massive insurance payout with him so they could escape abroad and live a luxurious life together. Faced with such temptation, Dylan agreed. However, on the night before their departure, he drugged Lauren and poisoned her to death.

Her face turned pale. Indeed, the parasitic poison was so powerful that many people knew about it beyond Canyonland. Even someone from Floral Valley was horrified to hear about it. “Give me the cure!” Alex said. “Let’s exchange!” The woman said. Alex started laughing. “Your poison isn’t lethal, but mine is. Moreover, you’ll die a terrible death. The worm will pierce through your stomach and cause it to rot. Your entire face will be infected with worms, and there will be holes all over your body. Even people who have Trypophobia would be horrified to death…”

"Come on, live a little! When's the last time you did something just for fun?" Paradise lived up to its name. The building rose sleek and modern against the night sky, all black glass and subtle lighting. Inside, the air thrummed with bass notes that vibrated through my heels. The scent of expensive cologne mingled with something darker, more primal. Bodies moved in the shadows of private alcoves, the deep blue lighting turning everything slightly surreal.

He asked, smiling at Copper's excitement. I nodded. "Yep. I'll be back in a little bit." I opened the door, revealing a white wonderland of untouched snow from the fall last night, the ground seeming to sparkle in the sunlight. Copper's tail quickened. He loved snow. I stepped out of the warm, cozy house and into the crisp, chilled weather. Copper jumped out into the diamond-dotted ground excitedly. I laughed as I was pulled fully into the outside chill, watching Copper dig the snow and dive his nose into the cold substance. I took in the rest of my surroundings. The icicles dangling from the baren trees reminded me of a crystal chandelier in the most luxurious house. The vast grounds of smo

“Do you have enough energy?” Though not entirely certain, Kingston had an absolute necessity. His other hand sliced a small, long gash across the palm. He brought the wound close to Pandora’s face, letting it tear the rest. “Bite me.” “Harder.” Curing poison with poison. That phrase best described the situation Pandora was facing. A concept where an antidote-less poison, having spread as a dangerous threat, can be countered by the threat of another poison. Pandora needed to suck Kingston’s blood as hard as possible after inflicting a deep wound.