Novel & Cerita Poisonous Rose

In between these thoughts, Rose somehow despised herself for becoming like this, being drawn into these webs of deceit and immorality. Her heart skipped a beat as she brought the uncapped poison bottle near the plate but she kept her face impassive. Her eyes locked onto Kate's, watching her expressions shift as disbelief crept into her expression. With swift, deliberate movements, Rose sprinkled drops of poison onto the cake slices and placed the small poison bottle on the bedside table. Before Kate could react any further, Rose cornered Kate trapping her between the bed frame and herself. "Here, have it," Rose smilingly cooed while cutting a small portion with the fork and bringing it near

Roxanne amusingly grinned as she felt the difference between the roses and the other roses everyone knew about. “Why?” Sonia wondered. “These roses belonged to the Escoffier. It was a medicine and a protection, but it could be a poison if misused or mistreated.” Roxanne answered as she gently touched the rose, which almost made some servants stop her, but realizing it was my wife, they respectfully bowed—they knew Roxanne’s connection to them. “I see. Shall we add a stone tablet explaining the unique features of the roses here?” I suggested, catching their attention, and I shrugged my shoulders.

she whispered. She did. It was the same blend that had nearly killed Old Man Robinson her in her past life. The one Seth had used to poison his own grandfather in order to frame her. It had no known antidote. Except the one she had discovered… too late. Rosa raced to her herbal lab, crushing rare black-root vine, ghost-ginger, and a sliver of vermilion horn fungus. The stench was overpowering. Her hands moved like memory, guided by life and death.

Just lifts her cup again, as if we hadn’t just danced on the edge of war. As I leave, the scent of her tea,rose hips and bloodroot,lingers in the air. Fitting, really. Beautiful. Bitter. Poisonous in the wrong dose.

Oleander leaves were highly toxic, and everyone knew it. Yet as long as Roxanne liked them, Vincent could make them bloom in the Frostwell household all year. I once feared someone might eat them by mistake. I argued against planting a poisonous flower in the courtyard. Roxanne cried herself sick over it. "Does Vicky hate me so much that she will not even let you plant flowers for me, Vince?" Vincent pulled her behind him and sneered at me. "If you want to target Roxy, at least come up with a better excuse. Who would ever eat something this bitter by accident? Anyone would spit it out the moment it touched their mouth."

For a moment, he noticed the grim expression on his lover's face. “Rose, as we expected, they are very suspicious. We must prepare to face the trickery they have lined up.” “Can you do one thing for me, Kael?” “Of course, Rose.” “Never open that chest without gloves.” “So you already know the chest is coated with wisteria powder.” Roselyn looked up. She saw that handsome face smiling. Instantly, a sharp pang wrenched her heart. “My parents were killed with wisteria poison. It's only natural that I recognize the scent after studying it for over a decade. But… you, Rose, how do you know about the only poison that can kill the imperial family?”

He missed her so much and he wanted to be the first to see her if she was still alive. “ I promise to make it up to you this time. " He whispered. He wanted to lie down when his feet took him up and led him deep into the forest. He came across a valley which was lit and beautified by the moonlight. There was a waterfall in the middle of the valley and beautiful red roses surrounded the valley. “ Don't touch that. " A lady said when he was about plucking a red rose. “ It's a illusion. That rose is poisonous. It would make your hand swell for days and it has no antidote. " The lady continued.

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

He'd forgotten that he, too, used to treasure her, and yet, he was the one who abandoned her in the end. He'd forgotten way too many things, and this was his retribution now. "W-what are you saying?" Layla stepped back in disbelief, tears gushing from her eyes. "The middle notes of this perfume are rose and sandalwood," Eric said. "You said that you were deathly allergic to roses. But if that were the case, then why haven't you been having any allergic reactions when you've been wearing this every day?" Layla's eyes widened in disbelief as her face paled, her delicate makeup somewhat distorted by the terror on her face.