Poisonous Passion Novels & Stories

She needed something from him, so she forced her anger down. She stopped wasting words, pulled out the bottle of poison Alan had given her, and slammed it onto the counter. "Do you recognize this?" He picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and sniffed. Then he examined the liquid carefully. His expression shifted. "This poison is vicious. Once used, a person will slowly become paralyzed and lose all sensation. It's worse than being a vegetable. Conscious, but unable to move or speak." He looked up at her, wary now. "Who are you planning to give this to?"

he begged for a solution in despair, imploring it, begging for hope in these dark times. I approached a great chest standing in the corner and opened it with a heavy key; the metallic echo within the room seemed an auspicious beginning. Inside were thin vials of dark glittering substance; it seemed to pulse with alien life. That was the infamous Double Shadow's Poison- a rare and deadly venom extracted from the very fangs of the mythical Shadow Serpents. A mix of awe and fear of the power enclosed in those frail receptacles of glass sent shivers down my spine.

Dustin’s brow furrowed as he reevaluated her condition. What he found made his face darken. Her entire body was in a hyper-stimulated state. All her organs were pushed to the brink. If this went unresolved, her life would be in danger. “Smoke of Desire!” The name of the poison spilled coldly from his lips. This infamous aphrodisiac was once popular in the depraved Harmonia Sect. It was specifically designed to target innocent women. Women affected by this drug would be driven into uncontrollable desire. If left unsated, the strain could turn fatal.

That wretched, venom-laced voice that I thought I buried in the past. "You are filth. A pit of darkness and sin. No one will ever love you. No one has, no one can, and no one ever will. You destroy everything you touch. The best they can do is suffer you. The worst? They will hate you before they die, and it will be your fault.” My jaw clenches, my grip tightening until the cigarette snaps between my fingers, but still, I don’t move. The words slither through my veins like poison, and I hate that they still have the power to burn.

He moaned against my nipple, emboldening me even more, I tightened my grip on his manhood and began moving my hand up and down. “Fuck,” his voice was a throaty whisper. He leaned back against his leather seat while I worked his erection. “I need to have you,” his raspy voice echoed. Ignoring his words, I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hand over his toned chest. Mason was a drug that I never could get enough of. An unhealthy obsession that I couldn’t let go off, no matter how badly I wanted to. He was bad for me, but God he was perfect. I flicked my tongue over his nipple and he flinched, as though he had just been burned. I smiled as I molded my lips over nipple, sucking and tasting just li

Only this one is entirely black, front and back, with a chilling image of a three-headed hound snarling in the center. Whether it belongs to him or not, I have no idea, but I feel an urgent need to keep it. One last glance around, then I hurry back into the car. My skin still burns with the ghost of the gun barrel and the heat of that bastard’s touch as I drive off, the suffocating sense of being watched clinging to me all the way.

"I have you so deep that not even death can find the seam. You are my poisonous possession, Ivy. And I am the only one who gets to consume you." As they reached the peak of their union, the "mercurial" resonance in their blood seemed to ignite. The air in the room grew heavy, the flickering torchlight casting long, distorted shadows against the walls. It was a visceral reclamation, a declaration that their love—toxic, engineered, or otherwise—was now a force that belonged only to them. Minutes later, they lay in the wreckage of the table, their breathing ragged and synchronized. The "count" in Ivy’s head had slowed to a dull, distant throb, the immediate danger of the siphon held at bay by t

I was like a tree that was suddenly burned because of the kissea my husband was giving me, I couldn’t help but respond to it because I felt like I was going to faint because of what he is doing. I couldn’t stand the cold of the room where we were if it wasn’t for Killian’s only kisses and every caresses I felt. I could see his burning eyes full of desire and love. With every kiss and caress Killian is giving to me I can’t help but moan at the relish of what he's doing. I feel like he is slowly taking me to heaven. Later on I could feel it squeezing my healthy chest so I moaned loudly because of the heat of the sensation flowing through my body. Killian is really good when it comes to this. H

The joy in his heart was pounding when he remembered how last night he killed James with his own hands. Alexander felt the protruding part of his armpit, it was a bug that was implanted in his body. With this tool, he can tell everyone the situation he is in, without having to bother using his cellphone. In his heart, he smiled with satisfaction. Imagining how Xavier would lose at the hands of the enemy. ** Sinokmput

As soon as those juicy lips spread slowly, the skin around them wrinkled leisurely and a dimple popped in its right side, enhancing the enchanting beauty of his smile. “Passion…” her passion, “passion is what turns your hidden desire into something big.” And this was his passion which was alive till today. But what kind of passion? With just a glance, she had made a place in his heart through the way of his eyes. Surprisingly, at first sight here, he was determined that he would not let his wishes and desires die without being fulfilled. How could he let her go without having a single taste of her? Taste? She is intoxicated, because looking into her eyes, I too was lost somewhere for a momen