Poisoned Honey Novels & Stories

Another white clothing was brought out and Thea displayed a similar hair clip. "This is my real hair clip. Now if you noticed you did your investigations properly you should already know the king of poison which was used on the horses?." Thea asked. "A poison. Only manufactured by the Azar clan Werewolves." Alpha Edward revealed. "One of the symptoms of the poison is that wherever it touches whether someone's skin or a thing would turn purple. Right?." Thea asked and he nodded. "I just discovered that it only turns purple when this substance touches it." She pointed at the hydrogen.

The doctor rushed in, saw the blood under me, and clicked his tongue. "What goes around comes around. "You always tried to hurt Ms. Jonathon. In the end, you killed your own child." He told the nurses to lift me onto a stretcher. "You can't keep the baby. And since we're low on anesthesia today, I'm sure a heartless woman like you won't mind the pain." They strapped me to the table, gagged me, and took my baby away while I was still awake.

A crater so huge that it looked impossible to bring the two parts together. I searched for the druid version of my most important witch spells and learned them before Killian and Ari returned home. He wore a disappointed look on his face. “All that trouble was in vain,” Killian sighed. “Was it expensive or what?” I asked him. “We couldn’t find any natural honey. All those ones in the supermarkets are adulterated. Not even one person can brag of selling hundred percent natural honey,” Killian said to me, laughing. His sense of taste was so keen that he could tell if as little as a tablespoon of salt had been added to a gallon of water. The taste of original honey was registered in his head, s

A patch of honey had turned dark green. Alarmed, Zelda hurried over immediately. The moment she saw it, her brows furrowed deeply. Before their very eyes, the golden honey darkened.

No matter how I feel about everything, she’s still family, and she’s not a bad person. At least, I don’t think she is. And no one else seems to think so, either. Except for whoever poisoned her. “But,” the doctor goes on, “The antidote is simple enough: a common household ingredient. We need pure honey—raw and unfiltered. And we need it fast.” Arthur immediately turns to Ezra. “Find it. Now.” Ezra nods and disappears into the crowd. I kneel beside Veronica, taking her cold hand in mine. Her pulse is weak, but it’s there, and that’s a small comfort. Arthur kneels on her other side, his eyes meeting mine briefly before returning to her face.

My father, my brother, and Luca rushed to her side at once. She was the center of the Colobo family now, the future daughter-in-law of the Rizzos. Nothing could be allowed to happen to her. When they saw the rash spreading across her arm, my father’s expression changed. “This looks like a honey allergy. How did this happen? Who put honey in the dessert?” Then his gaze snapped toward me. He had already decided it was my fault. He didn’t need proof. He didn’t need an explanation. In his mind, I had always been jealous of Sophia. I had made scenes before. I was the disgrace of the family.

We turn to follow them only to stop because Andrew finds something interesting. " Andrew, what are you doing?" Keith calls. " Is this a honey pot?" He asks. " Fucking hell, Andrew, stay away from it. If it's a honey pot then there are bees in it." Raymond says. " Oh relax, stop being a baby. Do you know natural honey has the best medicinal ingredient? Like they're good for the body." Andrew asks as he approaches it. " Nobody cares, Andrew. Get the fuck away from it." I say. But he doesn't listen. The idiot touched it.

Arin casually said to the senior of Prathvik, "You know, this mixture is really interesting" "Ancient people used this method, to force the victim to ingest a mixture of milk, honey, and flour until their bowels gave up. Their naked body then smeared with more milk, honey, and flour until it attracted the wasps, ants, and other poisonous insects. They would crawl inside the orifices of the victim, also on their skin and they lay their eggs there, eating them alive from inside out with the ration of milk, honey, and flour. You would never die from hunger and thirst". Arin spoke calmly silencing the basement.

"You purchase them. You haul them home. You neglect them until they liquefy in the crisper drawer." "That's a catastrophically inefficient system." "It's the human system." We halt at a stall where a woman with soil ground into her fingernails sells jars of honey in gradients from pale gold to black amber. Julian seizes a jar, reads the label, and his brow furrows. "This honey costs forty dollars." "It's local. It's artisanal. Bees with refined palates harvested it." "That's not the operational mechanics of bees." "You're annihilating the ordinary experience."

Timothy pulled several small porcelain bottles from his pocket and handed them to Suzy in one go. Suzy took them, her expression urgent, and quickly opened each one. “No, none of these! I already examined him earlier. “He’s been poisoned with Red Spider Lily! It’s an incredibly lethal toxin. Without the antidote within 24 hours, it’s fatal!” Hearing this, Timothy’s face grew even darker. “Aren’t you supposed to be a miracle doctor? Hurry up and find a way to detoxify him!”