Poisoned Honey Novels & Stories

Just then, Sherlyn came in to report on her work. Rose quickly set her phone aside, temporarily forgetting about it. Zenwood Gardens. Jonathan, dressed in an apron, was currently in the kitchen. He looked somewhat defeated. The voice of the head chef from the Finches came through his earphones. "Mr. Finch, don't forget to add salt and pay attention to the cooking time. Finally, add a bit of honey mustard to perfect the dish." Jonathan's face darkened. The contents in the pot had already turned into a charred mess, completely unrecognizable. This was the fifth dish he had burned.

“Why did you ask him to add honey to mine?” “When you drink it the first time it can taste too bitter. Some honey takes away some of the bitterness. That’s how we serve it to children, some never stop using honey in their coffee even as adults” he explained. Mary had to ask about some of the words he had used, when he had explained them, they changed subject and talked about where Mary wanted to start exploring the market. She asked him if he needed to get something from the market, but he said he didn’t.

Of course He was acting like a human seconds ago and went back to being a monster . I was given food , I had a huge debate with myself whether It was poisoned or not , but they wouldn't kill me unless they thought I was a threat . So I ate the food . Every last bite . A day passed , I tried to think what would happen in different cases , What if they didn't want me to live ? What if they just left me . Where would I go ?What if they contacted police ? and Who were these people ?

[Clinic] "What else do you need?" The nurse in charge of Poe's discharge asked. "Warm coffee, and a hot breakfast" Poe replied. She's sitting like a queen on a couch in the ward, her lips and hands glistening with honey. She's chewing gum slowly. After Jinx gave her honey as instructed, her hands stopped shaking, and her voice came back too. Seems honey is the antidote. "Warm coffee? I'm asking what you need medically,... Go to the kitchen if you need hot breakfast, I am not your maid" the nurse said.

Whispers spread through the crowd. I already knew what came next. The cakes had been added to the menu two days ago after I approved the final dessert list. Elara held up the festival record. “The poison was found only in the honey cakes from the main ceremonial table.” Gregor’s voice rose immediately. “Who approved them?” No one answered. They did not need to. My signature was written at the bottom of the page. Elara’s expression filled with regret. “The poisoned dessert was personally approved by Luna Mary Ann.”

"POISON." HAWK'S FACE WAS GRIM AND DARK. HE CAREFULLY studied the tiny dart the aged healer had laid upon the cloth. "Callabron." The healer combed his fingers through his long white beard and lowered himself into a chair by Adri-enne's side. Hawk groaned. Callabron was not a gentle poison. A vicious and slow toxin, it would cause lingering pain for days before it ended in death by suffocation as the toxin slowly paralyzed the body from the outside in.

Eleanor had even added a bit of vanilla bean to give it a sweet aroma. However, Ingrid took one bite and set her spoon down. She frowned and said, "What is this? Why does it taste weird? Could it be undercooked?" Eleanor panicked upon hearing that. "That's impossible. I've been making gourmet honey for years, which always turns out like this. Why don't you try another bite?" Ingrid crossed her arms and sneered. "If the cooking method is not the problem, then the gourmet honey must be, right? "But didn't Mrs. Johnson say the honey she bought me was top quality? So, did you swap it out for something cheap?"

“I need the food tested immediately to know what type of poison it was that could spread so fast.” Ezra grabbed the half-eaten tray and passed it to Harper who was in the room. He instructed her to do it discreetly with one of the scientists in the lab. Anything it was we don't want it spreading through the pack yet. I passed out some instructions to Ezra so he could get me things I needed. He immediately got back, and I began to administer first aid. In an hour, they confirmed what I already suspected. “It’s laced,” Harper said breathlessly. “A rare wolfsbane. Odorless and not easily detected till it hits your system.”

He was still annoyed about seeing her in Mike’s arms. *** The next morning, Arabella’s phone rang. Tom’s name lit up the screen. “Bella,” he said in a grim voice. “There’s trace poison in the wine. It’s a rare compound—not deadly in small doses, but enough to cause dizziness, fainting, even a mild heart attack. If your father had a history of heart problems… it could’ve killed him.” Arabella’s world stopped. “Can you tell what the poison was made from?” “It’s a chemical often used in lab research. But… someone smart with access to raw materials could make it at home.”

“I inspect all the food myself. It’s not poisoned. I made sure.” She grabs my plate, brings it to her nose, and inhales deeply, sniffing out every dish. When she’s done, she shakes her head. “I don’t smell anything.” “There are a lot of poisons that can be hidden by the scent of herbs and spices,” I say. “You no know this one,” Rose declares. “Lunae poison. Very powerful. Kill fast.” “Did you watch the whole time?” Kahn asks Ingrid. “Yes. Of course I did.”