Poisonous Passion Novels & Stories

She questioned, her tone flickering from arrogant, to angry, and then uncertainty. "Take a wild guess of what the most interesting part of this is? The wolfsbane is just as pure as the water that flows round in your body system. One whole syringe emptied into your body would never leave a sign. No signs of poison, no signs of internal damage, just a slow burn death and the worst pain only you can feel as the last moments of your life waves you goodbye"

Thеy had bееn down this road bеforе, had fallеn into thе toxic pattеrn of hеatеd passion and bittеr rеcriminations morе timеs than shе could count. Part of hеr yеarnеd for that firе, that all-consuming lust that had oncе burnеd so brightly bеtwееn thеm. Thе rеst of hеr knеw bеttеr, knеw that giving in would only lеad to morе hеartachе and rеgrеt.

enemies…’) * * * * * A second after–and no more than that–the little Princess suddenly let out a pained, choking gasp as soon as the artificial sweetness wore off, unveiling nothing but bitterness; one that tasted like ashes and filth on the tongue as the poison began to worm its way through her too-small throat, burning everything in its path, its venom spreading through her veins. It… it was running rampant inside her like a starving wildfire, a million parasites intending to consume her whole inside and out.

“You don’t look like you hate me anymore.” “Where is the way to your room from here?” I ask. I would know, but only the royals were ever allowed down the secret passageway. His brows furrow and he shakes his head. “Dunno.” I grip both his cheeks, forcing him to look in my eyes. He blinks slowly as I repeat the words to him. “Two turns right,” he answers and starts to scrape his skin again. I pull his arms down and he snarls at me, his eyes devoid of any recognition. They are bloodshot and weary. I recognize the poison, having seen the symptoms once in a visit to infirmary while I worked as a maid. Bloodfire, made from Dreamthorn, sunscorch blooms and belladonna. First, delirium. Second, the

Every flame had its unique use. “You and your smart mouth can go to hell!” Several green flames shot out like cannonballs. They were aimed right at Walter and Chase, who were conversing. Those were the famous Sky Poison Divine Flames. They contained poison. Anyone who came in contact with them would start smoking with green smoke that had a foul smell. Their skin, blood, flesh, bones, and organs would rot. Even after death, the smoke would move onto others. They were known as the most vicious flames. Those flames did not fit in with other types of flames.

AUDREY'S POV “Get to the point, please!“ I snapped at the poor physician, but I was exhausted. “Sorry, my Luna.“. “It's alright.“ “Now the most active poison of the two is Renesse. Renesse is a drug used to gently remove premature babies.“ My eyes widened. “The other one is used to kill, basically. It's called death's kiss. It was a small dose, but when combined with Renesse, it becomes formidable.“

I could feel the poison coursing through his veins, making it's way fast to his heart. As I concentrated, I could feel the poison coursing through Kato's veins, a dark and malevolent force that threatened to consume him whole. I could sense its power, its potency, and its deadly intent. My mind racing with thoughts, I wondered who could have done this, and why. Was it a deliberate attempt to kill Kato, or was it a mistake, a miscalculation?

It sends her into a memory It was her first kiss with her last lover. She remembers feeling fireworks exploding inside her. She just couldn’t get enough. “—— “ she kisses back, becoming more possessive with each kiss. She pushes him back “are you sure about this ———“ she asks not wanting to rush anything. He nodded “if you want it so do I” he says. He nuzzled into her neck and bit her. She snaps back.

Cat smiled at her words and fell back on the bed at her exit. Poison didn't leave the house immediately but rather went into another room that had a look of a lab. Inside the rooms, there were different pastry dishes and caged dangerous insects in glassy containers with microscopes and other lab equipment. In her other life before Poison went into the life of crime she had been an entomologist, a professor in oxford university until her then-fiance decided to bring out the best in her by sleeping with her sister, and in a fit of rage, she had murdered them both and made it look like it was an accident before escaping to the states where she reinvented herself. The way she had killed her sist

More intimate than I'd expected. My body draped over his. My breasts pressed against his chest. The lace doing nothing to separate us. I could feel his heartbeat. Weak but there. I kept sucking. Kept spitting. Kept going back. My mouth against his skin. Tasting him. Tasting the poison trying to kill him. The black lines faded more. The venom coming out drop by drop. My mouth was numb now. Burning from the poison. Stop, Parrot said. You're poisoning yourself.