Novel & Cerita Poison Stories

They were all surprised and highly frightened. " In Amah Kingdom, I am well known by everyone. They call me 'Poison'. The name really belonged to my late father, whose knowledge about poison making and their antidotes was astonishing. He could make different kinds of poison including those that can kill with just inhaling within the shortest possible time that you could think of. He was a great asset to the Amah Kingdom but died a few years ago when preparing a poison to be used by our warriors to fight you, people, I mean the Abasia Kingdom. The making wasn't successful because he is the only one who knew the whole process. The poison was intended to be poured Into the major river of Abasi

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and listened to the councilman. “The five glasses will contain four poisons. BELLADONNA…” A dramatic gasp went around the arena. My eyes widened. The trial could really kill. They were working with deadly poisons. The councilman looked around “WOLFSBANE! WATER HEMSLOCK! FOXGLOVE!” “Faith?! Faith!” I called out to my wolf in panic. “Can you heal me? If I ingest any one of them, could you heal me?” She sighed and I knew the truth. These poisons had been handpicked for that very purpose—they could not be healed by our wolves.

She was shocked and cold sweat broke from her body. She held his hand tightly squeezing his muscles in fear. Sebastian hugged her and patted her back to relax. “Why? And who?” She asked after a long time with her shaky voice. “Poison” “Poison? What is that?” She raised her head from his embrace and asked in confusion “Poison is a mysterious person from underworld mafia. No one knows about that person's gender, age, where he is from, some even thought it’s a hoax but everyone believe it’s a man because Poison can kill twenty trained soldiers in ten minutes”

"What?" He nodded. "You became overconfident. You assumed you had mastered the skill when, in reality, you were just lucky. That’s the first rule of poison detection: never assume. Poisons are deceptive. They don’t always have an immediate taste or smell. Some take hours, even days, to kill. Some mimic harmless illnesses. Some are delayed until mixed with another substance. A true poison master never relies on gut feeling alone. They test, observe, and analyze every detail."

His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors. “Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater comforted himself. The door closes back. “Why do you leave me alone, wretched on a table? I still need you! Maybe offer me a woman’s sweet second chance.” Mark Slater felt as if he had lost the most precious thing he ever won. The hurtful feeling tormented his heart. The woman’s sweet poison had anchored and spread through his veins. The love poison. He nearly wept.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

She sighs, resigning herself to what she is willing to tell me and keeping me in the dark like her son. “What is ‘this’?” Ben asks next to me. “We have just had another two pups die of overdose.” “Overdose? Overdose of what?!” It’s hard to kill us. We can smell poisons in food and drink, and we heal incredibly fast form most basic injuries.

**Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some poisons are swallowed. Others are kissed. Tonight’s confession is about a deadly female assassin who uses her body as the ultimate weapon — seducing and eliminating her targets with pleasure. Until one man turns the tables, making her the addicted one. This one is dangerous, seductive, and full of cat-and-mouse heat. Here is the confession of “The Poison Kiss.” --- **Story 17: The Poison Kiss** **Chapter 1**

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.