Novel & Cerita Poison Stories

The copper walls of the tub glowed faintly, as though the engravings were channeling something deeper than heat. While they waited, Jerald wandered toward the desk where the women worked. His eyes scanned the open pages diagrams of plants, chemical structures, strange runes. “What happens to the poison after you take it out?” he asked. One woman glanced up. “We keep it. Every toxin tells a story of where it came from, who made it, and how it kills. Amara has built the largest poison registry in the world.” Jerald’s eyes narrowed. “So, this place isn’t just for healing.”

If Lauren had faked her death for insurance money, then in my past life, she might have done the same. Nathan told me that Lauren was behind the poisoning of Andrew and Sally. I was stunned. "How is that possible?" Nothing was impossible. That fishing trip had been Lauren's carefully planned strategy for faking her death. To ensure she had witnesses, she invited several of her friends. But those friends invited Dylan. Dylan had once been a swimming champion and was incredibly attentive to Lauren. Fearing that he would ruin her plan, she decided to poison his parents. She laced the poison in food that was delivered and sent it to Andrew and Sally, claiming that Dylan had ordered it.

She sobbed and pleaded, "I'm already poisoned! How can you do this to me? "We can't even win against them! If you want to die, go die on your own—why are you dragging me into this?" But her lies were instantly exposed by the enemy wolves standing across from them. "You're still carrying that witch in your mouth? Guess we really did catch the wrong mate of yours!" One of them sneered and added, "You got played, Louis. She tricked you into thinking she was poisoned. When we caught her, she sold out your Luna just to save her own life."

Joshua turned down the volume and slightly turned his head to listen in. “Yes mother,” Tulani said. “Her husband was a scumbag who cheated on her every chance he got. Their three year old daughter was killed in front of her preschool whilst waiting for her father who was in bed with some skunk to come pick her up. She heard a vehicle coming, let go of her teacher’s hand and ran onto the street, but it wasn’t him. He was too busy s------g his mistress to remember he had a daughter.” “Watch your language son,” his father cautioned him.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

He led his men as they all dashed toward the Salazars' hired muscle who had just charged out of the factory. As both groups collided and a violent scuffle ensued, Frank stayed out of it. This was Kurt's fight after all, and he should at least let his men have a chance to earn their keep. Instead, Frank took Jaud's corpse to a quiet place and searched it. The man had an assortment of poisons along with a tome called the Hundred Bane Anthology. After putting away the poisons, Frank read through the tome and was left shocked by the methods and process of harnessing poison from insects and other sources. There were even poisons he had never heard of—if anything, the Snowshade that Jaud used befo

Christopher I take a look at the series of weapons that rest in front of me on the table. These are from the fresh arrival that we got two days back. Yesterday I got a call from Richard telling me to inspect the stock that has arrived. He even suggested that If I like any of them, then I can keep it. Hence, I find myself here examining the guns at the storehouse of a deserted tyre factory. I look around for a while, the sight of the storehouse is really hideous. Stale smoky air dangles in the room, along with the smell of drab abraded leather of the discarded tyres that lie at random spots on the ground. Don't ask me how do we always get some shady place to carry out our work. After all, we

Her voice took on a whiny tone as she replied, "I... I was trying to plan a surprise for you, getting them to brainstorm..." She did not get to finish because Yoel let out a mocking laugh. "Sheila, your boyfriend can't handle a joke. You try to plan a surprise for him, and he ends up scaring you instead." I rose to my feet, my gaze shifting to him. "Oh, really? I've got a surprise of my own." My eyes swept the room, finally settling on the coffee table and the vase Sheila adored. It was a piece of crystal glass, supposedly crafted by some renowned artist from Itania, Sheila's absolute favorite.

When the company began choosing a vendor for staff lunches, I immediately ruled out my family's restaurant. A coworker stared at me. "Nora, that is a $150,000 contract. Your family runs a restaurant, and you're turning down money being handed to you? Are you out of your mind?" I smiled and didn't answer. In my last life, I took that contract. Then the new intern, Fiona Bell, accused me of secretly pocketing a commission. She even produced a quote from a three-star hotel for comparison. "Look, theirs is three dollars a portion. How do you justify charging eight?" Even my boyfriend of six years, Gavin Shaw, whom I had been seeing in secret, joined her in confronting me with the invoices. In th