Pretty Poison Book Novels & Stories

It made her equally feel ugly, and that feeling killed her. For a split second, she wondered if she had actually crossed the line. Maybe she had been wrong about her suspicions. Maybe her... dislike for his mother had pushed her into believing she was capable of such despicable acts. But then again, after she had wrapped up her investigations at the archives, she headed straight to the infirmary's library to do a proper study about the Black Thistle. The herb was said to be a very fast and potent poison that could kill a person within seconds. She also read that if administered in very tiny doses, it could result in nerve degeneration and loss of cognitive function over the years.

In it where greenish slimy substances, “This is what the water truly looks like” Edgar smiled at her proudly. “Woah!” Dylan smiled at her, “That was awesome Cleopatra” Edgar walked towards a small stack of books, looked through them and slipped one out. It was a large book with red leather cover. It was dusty indicating it had not been opened in a long time, “We have been looking in the wrong books Cleopatra”, the book landed with a thud sending dusts in the air, “This is a book on poison”

But not for more. "Arghh!!" Instantly she was sitting on the ground trying to control her own body. The sword was long forgotten. The problem is everything about me contains poison, even if I hypnotise someone, it sends poisons into his body. Maybe because of being a shifter wolf, it took a certain time more to affect her. Poor girl! The toxicity went to her veins for a long time. "What's happening?" She was looking at me with horror. As if I am telling you!

As though they can get dressed simply by gazing down. Mrs. Jen takes a book from the table and places it in her hand. The book had the appearance of being twenty years old, was wired with tree roots, and was a dark brown colour. "This is the book from which I learned about so many incidents, many of them included poisoning or murdering someone while they were sleeping. I was also taught how to treat some of the more serious injuries, such as having a riped skull or being roasted to death till their skin turned crimson." Jen clarifies.

It was a book about the Helsings. I stumbled upon one of the pages that deals with poisons. While eating, I couldn't help but speak a few of them. "Let there be no ill. All that is poison must reveal... " I lifted my gaze towards my food only to find a black liquid floating on the surface of the soup. "Gerber..." I called on her before closing the book, putting it away as I leaned on closer to the bowl of soup. "What is it, Sol?" "T-There's something on the soup..."

"Only the rich and powerful can access the knowledge in there." Heaving, I struggled to catch my breath. "Why?" "Ancient poisons, rare to find or collect. You'd need over a million dollars to come close to any of that." She spoke, fingers dusting the cover of the book. "The rich use its knowledge to take down their opponents, slowly and undetectably." Slowly and undetectably? She spat. "Greedy scums."

The light was illuminating the room. " How could you say that?" He asked, his fingers stroking my cheeks. I turned my gaze to him, "The poison they used for me. It is very rare. No one knows the exact process of its making. But here I just survived it. Mom has told me once when I tried to know more about rare poison. It's a mixer of black mamba's poison, the poison of deadly Scorpio, pufferfish, Mollusca, blue-ringed octopodes, and more deadly poisonous creatures. Only one ancient book of Latin holds the exact method of its making, " I told him.

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. "A book," was her dry reply, without even looking up. Nic gritted his teeth. "I'm aware of that. What's the title?" he asked, with less patience than before. "How to kill someone you don't like in two days." Nic had to laugh on the inside. She really was a funny piece of work. She still had yet to learn her manners, but she would. He would be damn sure of that. He walked over to her and snatched the book from her hands. Before she could protest, he read the title to himself. '100 Greatest Love Poems of All Time'. He handed the book back to her and walked to the bar area and sipped some more of his coffee.

She had been poisoned. On the contrary, nothing happened at all to Alex. Even Bubbles, who was also alive and kicking, showed no signs of poisoning… This was because Alex himself was the inheritor of the Ultimate Book of Medicine. There were still twelve runes of ancient forbidden arts in his body, so even a great weapon like the Chaos Tree and ordinary toxins were completely unable to hurt him. As for Bubbles, she was even safer with the natural divine lattice protecting her body. "Brother, I believe I’ve been poisoned!"