Romans & histoires Poison Stories

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Here is a list of books that are coming this year (or at the very least will be started this year and continued into 2023! Poisonous Love - This book is (obviously) ongoing and will be continued daily until completion throughout July and August. The secret project I am working on. I can’t give too much away, but it will be a romance of a completely different nature. It will be a slightly horror-themed supernatural book involving Zombies and Voodoo!! (Coming possibly Late September and throughout October) The Deviant CEO Part III - Coming as soon as the secret project is finished! (November - December) The Rise Of A New Biker Queen: The Outlaw Chronicles: Book 3 - I don’t think this book will

“What poison was it?” “A poison with a chemical Iye: Drench Poison. As its name suggests, its effects were different. Drench Poison dries your body liquid. The signs that you consumed this were repulsing, excessive sweat, red eyes, and dehydration,” Jerson explained. “Though the poison takes time to kill the person who consumed it, it has no cure. Whether you get admitted to the hospital or not, you'll be as good as dead. The family that invented this was the Vanovicks.”

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

“They gave us the platform we needed.” Not a defense. A stage. The Truth Surfaces I pulled up a file Bryan had already prepared. Buried. Quiet. Waiting. “Ten years ago,” I said, “They called it murder.” Images flickered on the screen. Reports. Statements. Incomplete conclusions. “But they were wrong.” Bryan stepped closer. “…You’re talking about the poison.” I nodded. “Confirmed.” Silence. The Real Story “The toxin wasn’t random,” I continued. “It wasn’t an accident.”

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

She asked. "That location? That's Mr. Harvey's house." "Are you sure?" She asked. "100%." "So,are you gonna start explaining?" Caleb shrugged. "Sit tight," she chuckled. "When I met Lucas,he said that they were trapped where they were. He said they killed someone to replace him. It means they needed Lucas. It's not ordinary kidnapping. Mr. Harvey's wife told me he became obsessed with chemicals at one point and was working on a virus. Guess who's good with chemicals?"

anas ko. "That's it Hailey! It's not your fault! It's not your fault. I know if I don't fight because you're the wife, who am I? But even if I know if I lose I still try to fight and you can't blame me either because I just love you too. I know it's wrong because Killian is married but I know you're not there. Then all of a sudden I just woke up that you were there, you came back. The fairytale I hoped would never happen, there is no happy ending. "

In fact, with the way her temper was rising, she couldn’t promise to let the others go scot-free, but the day hadn’t ended just yet. “Speaking of women,” one of them slurred, pouring himself another glass. “Did you hear about that story on the news? Some guy in our business… poisoned in his own bed. They’re saying a woman did it.” The oldest one chuckled darkly. “Not just any woman, folks. They’re calling her the Black Widow. A ghost. No one knows her face. There are just whispers of her. Apparently, she charms men, and once they give in to her, none of them make it out of her web. Poison Guy’s story is not the only case.”