Poisonous Passion Novels & Stories

The specific scent of his cologne mixed with autumn air. The brushstroke wavered again became a muddy smudge. I stepped back, gripping the brush like a weapon. "Work,"I whispered to the empty room. "Just work." I turned to a half finished piece from weeks before a swirl of cool blues and grays. I had called it Equilibrium. I tried to lose myself in blending it. My hand jerked severally, A slash of pure, violent phthalo blue cut across the delicate gradients, ruining the composition. A gasp escaped me. It was a perfect metaphor for everything. Austin had ruined the composition of my life.

“I looked for you; I searched every corner of this earth just to find you; I did everything to have you back but you were cruel and left me for dead; you didn't leave a trail for me to follow.” She shuts her eyes, as if she’s holding her eyes from lashing out, and then opens them. "Please don’t do this, Vances.” I laugh again and suddenly, I lose control of the beast that has been dormant inside of me for so many years. The pheromones around me shift domineering and my eyes lose their green color; in place was a vibrant red and a sinister smirk on my face. “It will be over my dead body to watch you walk out of here with my pups, Ahvi.”

Yet, you are powerless to resist the gravitational pull of your emotions. As the days turn into weeks and months, you find yourself entangled in a web of secret meetings and whispered confessions. The thrill of the forbidden intensifies your passion, like a drug that both poisons and exhilarates. Each stolen kiss, each secret rendezvous, is a testament to the depths of your love and the lengths to which you are willing to go to be with them.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

Our eyes met, love burning bright, and I came hard, crying his name as waves crashed through me. But then his face twisted, eyes widening in shock. 'Luna... it burns,' he gasped, his hips jerking erratic. The knot locked fully, his cum flooding me, but it turned hot, wrong—poison searing my insides. He convulsed, foam bubbling at his lips, his weight crushing me as he collapsed. I screamed, clawing at his back, feeling the life drain from him while we were still joined. The pack rushed in, pulling him off, but it was too late. Healers said the poison was in his seed, slipped into his drink by some enemy. It left me barren, my womb scarred, haunted by empty nights and the ghost of what could

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.

Forget about ever getting a chance to see the passcode. Your love although fallacious, should be presented like a slow poison, disguised as smouldering passion in order to deviate his attention from your hatred to this newfound seduction. Slow so that no question can ever be raised on you, no fingers can ever be pointed on you but you will be the actual shadow behind his downfall!!'

I shoved the doctor away from me, gritting my teeth and circling back to the metal bed where the red-haired woman was breathing softly. Her beautiful porcelain face was strained, her neatly arched brows furrowed over her cute straight nose. I resisted the urge to brush my lips over her hair, wondering if it was about time to take myself out back and take a bullet between the eyes. “The poison is a specific type of nightshade stronger than the regular wolfsbane, Your Highnesses,” Strauss panted, and I reeled back my wolf, realizing it was getting harder and harder for me to reign it in.

There is no way I would see this gorgeous body of his without drilling and wetting my pants. I took him all in, moving my eyes from his face to his chest and his sexy, firm abs. My eyes landed on his arm, I noticed a spot in his arm where Charlotte had shot him. The bullets are laced with a poisonous substance that is making it hard for him to heal faster. I know how it feels, I was poisoned with the same substance as well. I know how I felt when Liam poisoned me, I felt as if I was dying slowly, it felt as if the air was being sucked out of me. I wonder how he was able to carry me and run out of there, how is able to stand in front of me, looking as if everything is okay?

She proved to be the bitch I thought she was, making me hate her even more now. My eyes fall on a steely black pistol as I look at the guns, I begin to admire its beauty taking it in my hand. A chill runs through my body as I trail my fingers over its metallic body and then grip my hand around the trigger. It fits perfectly in my hand. I develop an instant liking for the gun as soon as I curl my fingers around it. I know this is going to be my sweetheart for sure.