Novel & Cerita Poisonous Rose

Sophronia without delay went straight to the main content “The poison the lady got hit with was Srise, not a rare one. It is a colorless, odorless liquid that is difficult to detect. The poisoner can mix this into the lady's daily food and drink. You can use this point to find that person. Perhaps because she was poisoned not long ago, the amount of poison in the lady's body was not much, due to the double effect, the poison suddenly appeared." “Dual effect?” Lars frowned “Yes, it is the bouquet that your wife ordered for you, Habenaria Grandifloriformis. Because the lady inhaled the fragrance of this flower, along with the presence of Srise in her body, the poison suddenly started to work.

Kayson hummed for a moment and asked, “Mr. Phillius Sr, you have surveillance cameras set up outside your place, right?” “We do. What’s the matter?” Carl’s gaze turned a little grim. “Check your recent surveillance footage. This flower is poisonous, especially at sunrise. The toxic released is harmful.” The family looked shocked. David went upstairs to retrieve the surveillance recording while Felix asked anxiously, “Kayson, what kind of harm will the flower’s poison do?” “When one is in contact with it for a prolonged period of time, the blood vessels will harden and one fall could easily cause a stroke or paralysis, making one crippled for life,” said Kayson.

Rose whispered, “You lucky he didn’t attack you more with that whip.” “Thank you,” I mumble. “No need, you’re useless,” Rose spat. I rolled my eyes and stayed quiet. I didn’t need to argue with Rose, and I honestly didn’t want to fight with her. “This will leave a small scar. That poison had acid. Dangerous for our species,” Rose explained. “how do you know?” I asked. “That… I use the same weapon,” Rose whispered, “Mind your own business. It’s ready, don’t get it wet and rest.”

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

"You're right. I'm the one who should die the most! Rena, I'll join you. I'll drag every last one of those bastards who hurt you and our children to hell with me!" Shifting into his wolf form, he sank his teeth into Lily's throat and charged straight toward the Brown Wolf Pack's territory. When he arrived, dragging Lily's body with him, the enemy wolves were completely stunned. As soon as Louis let go, Lily ignored her injuries and scrambled across the ground, desperate to escape. But before she could get far, Louis slammed his foot down on her back, pinning her in place. She sobbed and pleaded, "I'm already poisoned! How can you do this to me?

She was dead the moment he let go of her neck. He walked back to where I stood and whispered to my ears. “tu Mio Fiore, Sarai la mia puttana,” He said, touching my cheeks with his blood-stained hands. (You my flower, will be my whore) For a moment there, I felt a different type of shiver go down my spine, and all the bravery in me seem to have been washed off. I felt darkness engulfed me like never before, just like the day I watched my entire family killed before me.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''