Pretty Poison Book Novels & Stories

MIA'S POV As I delicately turned the worn pages of the Book of Enchantments, my eyes widened in disbelief. Each incantation revealed a darker secret, a more malevolent power than the last. The ancient script described spells that could rend the very fabric of reality, summon creatures from the shadows, and manipulate minds with a mere whisper. My heart quickened as I stumbled upon a page filled with vicious curses, each word practically dripping with malice. The realization struck me like a physical blow – this book, revered for its enchantments, was a weapon of unimaginable destruction.

When the company began choosing a vendor for staff lunches, I immediately ruled out my family's restaurant. A coworker stared at me. "Nora, that is a $150,000 contract. Your family runs a restaurant, and you're turning down money being handed to you? Are you out of your mind?" I smiled and didn't answer. In my last life, I took that contract. Then the new intern, Fiona Bell, accused me of secretly pocketing a commission. She even produced a quote from a three-star hotel for comparison. "Look, theirs is three dollars a portion. How do you justify charging eight?" Even my boyfriend of six years, Gavin Shaw, whom I had been seeing in secret, joined her in confronting me with the invoices. In th

This is where the second book ends (yay). I’m ending it here because I felt that the storyline was starting to get too long for one book. This means that there’ll be a third book, but (drumroll) it’ll be part 2 of this one. But I’m calling it Mates and Temptations because The Pains of Guilt Part 2 didn’t sound catchy. And as a special little something, I added a bonus chapter after this one and a little blurb about the third book. I don’t have an exact date for when I’ll release book 3 because when it comes to my writing, I hate deadlines (they make me rush things and it affects the quality of my writing). The only reason I had one for this book is that I already had a lot of chapters ready

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

"Need to look away? I've already watched him convulse and foam at the mouth nine times. Today can be a little after-dinner show." Lying on the hospital bed, I bit down hard on the tip of my tongue. The taste of blood instantly filled my mouth. The pain cut straight into my bones, but I didn't dare make a sound or let my eyelids twitch. Looking at my pale face, the doctor's voice became choked with tears. "Ms. Morgan, a large dose of toxin could cause irreversible cardiac arrest! Back then, Mr. Johnson sold every keepsake his mother left behind just to help you survive your bankruptcy crisis. If you do this, you'll face retribution eventually!"

I regretted my action for not killing him, but it was too late for me to cry over spilled milk. "The poison you took is the Baisin internal poison," he said, and I gulped down into nothing. Cold sweat formed on my face as I reminisced on his last statement. The Baisin internal poison was a very lethal poison that has been banned from the werewolf world because of its dangerous effect. The poison feeds on the intestines and organs of the victim until the person dies unless the antidote was given at the right time would the victim survive. I didn't used to be afraid in whatever situation or condition I found myself in but the situation I found myself in was too much for me.

He looked at his uncle. "How did you know?" Oreon whispered. Abram’s eyes widened. He realized his mistake. The glass slipped from his fingers and shattered on the hearth. "I... I assumed," Abram stammered. "Common knowledge. Assassins prefer it." "No," Oreon said. "Only the buyer knows the brand." He turned back to the shelf. He grabbed the green book. The History of Southern Poisons. He ripped it open. The pages were glued together, cut out to form a hollow square in the center of the text.

If her face was ruined, no amount of money could buy it back. "Do you know where I live?" Amanda asked. Ellis nodded. "I know." "Then go find her first. Tomorrow morning, go to my house to get the medicine. Also, you'd better not let the other party know that you've already seen me, or they won't tell you the truth." This fire poison was too familiar. It was made from the corpses of poisonous insects. The corpses of the poisonous insects were fermented, and they emitted a stench. They would also corrode human skin, blood vessels, and internal organs. After being corroded, they would emit a more terrifying odor.

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?"

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…