Poison Stories Novels & Stories

I froze. The snake venom's potion. I knew the poison, I'd heard about it from my mother and was told how dangerous it was. It was a very rare poison that can only be found in the eclipse pack, my father's pack, the pack I grew up in. How did the poison get into the herbs? Were they telling lies just to get rid of me? Was I being framed?

It looked like a mini feast and the fact that they offered to bring me all this food without asking for a cent further increased my doubts about the authenticity of his story. I walked over to the phone to place a call to the reception to confirm if such privileges were been offered and I got a positive response which was a bit relaxing, but still not convincing enough. we are talking about my life here, it may be freaking messed up at the moment, but that does not mean I fucking want to die, so yeah I am going to do all that I can to preserve it. "so how am I sure you didn't poison the food on your way up here," I asked still pointing the gun at him but in a relaxed manner now.

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods

“She was poisoned with a mixture of dogonyara and minxeto grass, a deadly poison combination from the witches of the east. The original work of the poison is to destroy the womb and fallopian tubes of whoever that ingests them, making sure that they will never conceive a child in their lifetime. This is a very vicious poison and was banned by all kingdoms of the world eighty years ago. It's unexpected that I will once again encounter this evil, in the imperial city no less.” Gbim! Gbim! Sweat covered every inch of my skin, and I barely noticed that my hands were shaking. No, my whole body was trembling and I suddenly felt a chill that ran deep into my bones. “Slowly, take it slowly, I can't

Due to this, there was a novel that was a hit on w******l, titled 'SEX ADDICTED BOYFRIEND' It was a romance novel, where the male lead was only about having sex with his girlfriend, which the girl didn't mind of course. Seeing how their relationship was moving, without him making any attempt to ask her to marry him, the female lead started getting worried. He was very handsome and a lot of girls want to snatch him from her, but luckily, he was really in love with her. The issue was, sex. He just couldn't do without it for a week. A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her.

Yasmine's diary entry: I'm going over to Rob's house to tell him his Father fucked me. He deserves the honesty and I don't blame him if he breaks up with me. His Daddy's cock was so delicious yesterday. It satisfied my cunt and to be honest, I can't wait to have more of it. **** “I need to tell you something.” I said in a voice that immediately had him turning to me. “What's the problem?” “I - I did something horrible yesterday.”

A pile of new clothes, variety of slippers, string lights, a ping pong set, telescope, antique vanity mirror, scented candles, and an orbeez gun. "Well…" Vincent sighs, thinking out loud as he starts collecting garbage and dirty laundry. "At least you'll never be bored." "I can keep Pepper right?" "Pepper?" Vincent repeats, wondering what she meant. Cole points at the fishbowl centerpiece. An aquatic home and décor inside it. The fish wiggles around in delight, while Vincent engages in a minute-long staring contest with a Siamese Fighting Fish. "No." Vincent picks up the bowl. "No?" Cole repeats in surprise. "Doc, he's harmless." She says, reaching for the bowl.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation