Poisoning The World Novels & Stories

Mike took out a book from under his desk and opening up a certain page, he slided it against the wooden desk towards Xander. "There." He pointed a lot a highlighted para on the bottom right corner of the page with a picture of transparent potion in a small vial along with it. "It says, poisoner's poison was made to kill. It is the poison of a poisoner, the very thing anyone could need to silently kill someone without any suspicion, without getting themselves caught and without the fear of the person being poisoned to wake up again." "Poisoner's poison is one of the rarest drugs that doesn't have an antidote. It specific purpose is to kill. That's what makes it the most unique. It leaves no

Thinking about the disgusting bathrooms and toilets I was made to wash all because of this troublesome mission, I could not help but shiver, because they were the grossest things I had done in my life. I don't even want to think about that gross scene again, as it was enough to make me wish I had never seen it in the first place. ‘I had better complete my mission now’. I thought and stood up from my chair. After leaving my post, I went to the office and took the poisonous substance I was supposed to give the so-called customer. What a bunch of wicked people. They use such methods to get rid of someone because the poison was colorless, odorless and tasteless, and it would be hard for doctors

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.

The villains didn’t just attack randomly. They came with a message. —END OF CHAPTER 4— A single shadowy symbol burned itself into the ground where the villains vanished, and it spelt one word: “AWAKEN.”

she said, a settling smile spread across her lips. The man took the drug from her, his fingers brushing the glass. "This is the final race, isn't it?" he asked. "This isn’t an ordinary drug, Mr. Joseph," she replied, her eyes tracking the movement of the vial. "This is the most dangerous poison a person can have, and it kills instantly without seconds. This is my latest discovery. A poison with no anti-to-cure." She leaned in closer, her voice a conspiratorial hiss. "And once he drinks this poison, his entire body will stop functioning.

He chuckled and explained. "But that's not the fact. Killing people is bad." I widened my eyes and blurted out. "I know." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Then why do you do that?" "Because our world is not same. We have no morals and no hearts. We're fucking monsters." He gritted out as his grip on the glass tightened. I didn't say a word. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. "Dance with me." It wasn't a question or a request, it was a demand.

Was nature playing tricks on me at such a very minimal time? The water was poisoned.

The internet defines a toxic relationship as "any relationship [between people who] don't support each other, where there's conflict and one seeks to undermine the other, where there's competition, where there's disrespect and a lack of cohesiveness." The problem is... sometimes there's excitement in competition. Sometimes the disrespect and lack of support just makes you want someone more. Sometimes, the passion and intense feelings outweigh the negatives.

“I was right all this time. You’re too young.” “The youngest of them all.” He doesn’t sound proud at all, more like disgusted. "I can't leave that organization, uncle. They were holding me in the neck. They kill lots of people for power and unknown experiments. They want to make an antidote for people to take." He said and looked at the always calm sea and felt the morning breeze. "What kind of antidote?" "The antidote that can prevent people from getting sick but they always fail." He shook his head and he disagreed with that idea. "That's the main agenda of that organization and there are some illegal transactions to support the organization. Lots of businessmen are one of the members. Tha