Pretty Poison Book Novels & Stories

Izzy asked. I smacked my hand on my head. I can’t believe we didn’t put this together a long time ago. “It is a book that was handed down over centuries. Basically, a book of recipes for potions. I remember being a kid and looking at it with awe.” Caleb groaned. “We are so dumb,” he said. “The recipe for the poison was probably in there.” “Are you sure?” Izzy asked, shocked. I shook my head.

I told her. "She overheard Sophie telling one of her servants about it," Anna revealed. "The poison was hidden behind one of the books on your shelves, but we have it." Anna held out the bottle to me. "It's called Moonrot," Louise told me. "Whoever takes it would die in an hour as it'll eat up the flesh from the inside. There's more in her room, behind this full-length mirror. But do not worry, she is not going to let him consume it."

he asked me and I pointed to his shelves and he looked directly at me. "I want some books concerning some poisons, I want to know somethings about them" I said to him and he was a little bit confused, I would have loved to bring it along but I can get infected with it if I'm not careful enough. He could not question me so he just did as I have said, he brought all those books about poison and opened them all one after the other for me to take a look "I would love to take this books along if you don't mind" I said to him.

A line I had vaguely seen in a book while I hurriedly riffled through its pages popped into my head - ‘burning as the flames of the furnace, triggering an absurd color of the skin; a tickling effect in the layers of the flesh, popping the veins out― demons-bane’. I immediately moved to my bedside table after I recalled promising myself to find out more about this terrible poison. However, none of the books on the table seemed to be the book I searched for. I scarcely even knew what title or color it had. I looked around my room and a groan escaped my lips. It was a mess, there was no was no way I was going to find the book when literally all my books littered the floor. Anyhow, I flopped dow

“Hold on. Wait. This is an antidote.” Confusion invades my expression. “And?” “And the ingredients of this antidote are very irritating, which means this perfume in this context is another ‘poison’ to Peyton. So, you’re basically using one poison to kill another. It’s very risky. Too risky.” I frown. “But I think it’s necessary in this case. Princess Peyton’s illness is very serious. And this is the best method of curing her. The illness she has is already very harsh, so it’s understandable that the method of curing her will also be harsh on her body.”

***Author's Note: This book will not make sense if you do not read the two before this first. So, please read: Book one: P.S. You're My Mate Book two: She's My Mate Before reading this book. Thank you and enjoy!! _________________________________________________ QUADE Poetry. Tattoos. Piercings. Sex.

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.

If I thought I was repulsed before, it just got a hundred times worse. "I think we've found the source of the poison magic," Knox whispers, taking in the scene of the crime. And I do mean crime. Whatever this is, it was not an accident. It was completely on purpose. Everything is placed exactly where it was supposed to be. And yet, not a drop of blood adorns the ground.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

Just as frustration began to take hold, my fingers brushed against a heavily warded, nameless leather book near the back of the shelf. I flipped it open, my eyes locking onto a short, obscured paragraph near the edge of the parchment. It was a brief, ancient mention of dark enchantments—toxins brewed with corrupted moon magic that deliberately mimicked the symptoms of grief and spiritual exhaustion. The text stated that these specific poisons were utterly undetectable by ordinary healing runes because they didn't attack the flesh, they fed on the victim's soul and the mate bond until the connection was permanently severed. Before I could read the antidote or decode the ingredients, the sharp