Pretty Poison Book 소설 & 이야기

"I love chocolate." After finishing the chocolate cupcakes, Amanda led James upstairs to his bedroom, which was at the far end of the corridor opposite Kevin and Emma's master bedroom, while Emma went to check on Ivy after learning the little girl had been looking for her since morning. Emma entered Ivy's room and found her sleeping soundly but her storybooks still lay on the duvet. Emma tucked Ivy into the blanket and kissed her on the cheek. Her heart brimmed with love and tenderness as she watched the little girl drift off to dreamland. She took Ivy's favorite storybook, The Sleeping Beauty, from her hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, thinking her obsession with fairy tales

While the elders murmured, Asher took out the poison wrap and revealed. “Enter!” He ordered and the door gave way. A woman healer entered. “Look at this and explain to us what is in it.” The healer took the bottle and sniffed. Her face squeezed and she mumbled incoherently for seconds. “This is poison…” she confirmed. “The most dangerous poison to be made. This poison once administered into your drink or food slowly squeezes life out of you. Slowly slowly so much that you'd barely notice what's going wrong with your body and your little beast until you become crippled and then dead.”

A scalpel, a syringe, forceps, scissors, some long needles, a knife, a bowl containing oil, and several transparent little bottles—vials, were all arranged on the table. Some containers were filled with a white, colourless liquid, and the rest held some kind of dark fluid in them. There was a big bag pack sitting in the corner of the table. Kevin watched him move over to the table. He took out a book from the bag. Recognition crossed Kevin’s features at the sight of the book. “Seven Most Painful Ways to Die,” the title read in bold red ink. The book he’d seen in Cedric’s room. T-Murek flipped pages to its centre and placed it on the table before him.

I looked around, and to my surprise, Zed had arranged the things so neatly and orderly, even labeling each box with the complete lists of things inside. I ran my eyes with amazement at how meticulous Zed was. But then my heart sank when I thought about his possible reaction when things go wrong for him. He’s used to doing and planning things in order, and now that his life is turning into a mess, wouldn't he jump over the Marcelo-Fernan bridge? Unexpectedly, my eyes fell on a blue box. My heartbeats bolted like spikes against my ears when I read its label. Crime lab, 2014.

His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors. “Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater comforted himself. The door closes back. “Why do you leave me alone, wretched on a table? I still need you! Maybe offer me a woman’s sweet second chance.” Mark Slater felt as if he had lost the most precious thing he ever won. The hurtful feeling tormented his heart. The woman’s sweet poison had anchored and spread through his veins. The love poison. He nearly wept.

It's just a friendly date. By now I am walking on the street. My house isn't that far from my Clinic. In fact, I have to pass through it to reach my home and my clinic is just down the lane from the cupcake story. there is a really beautiful garden opposite to it, which is always full of life. Sometimes I love to take a walk there, just to grab fresh air. Next to my clinic is a pretty little bookstore. Emily takes care of it. I met her when I started my clinic here. She is a cute little lady with her chubby cheeks and glasses. She is quite adorable, I can say. Whenever I am not engaged with a patient, I like to spend time in bookstore reading books. I hate to admit that I love reading super

******** The chamber was nothing like she expected. It was far larger than any room she had ever seen, more like a castle within the mansion itself. Towering bookshelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with old, worn tomes and leather-bound journals. Some leaned precariously as if they had been pulled out in haste. Paintings, both finished and unfinished, were scattered across the space. Some rested against the walls, others abandoned on easels. Then there was the bigger mess. Bottles of wine, whiskey, and other alcohol littered the floor. Some rolled near the window, others barely clung to the edge of a nearby shelf.

Her personal belongings were gone. He rushed back downstairs to the dining room. Two items sat on the table. The first was a small obsidian vial containing a dark red liquid and strange residue. Kael picked it up. The familiar scent of dark magic hit him. His face went pale. The remains of a termination ritual. The child was gone. Their child was gone. The second item made him freeze completely. It was a palm-sized wooden carving of a wolf. The craftsmanship was crude, clearly the work of a child.

“You don’t know who you’re talking to.” “Oh, I know exactly who I’m talking to,” she shot back, her lips curling in disgust. “Sweet Poison. The girl who records lecturers, frames them, and laugh while their careers burn. How many have you destroyed already? Five? Six? And now you’ve moved on to my fiancé?” Fiancé.

"I think we have enough resources to deal with them. We could win even if there is something wrong along the way. We find that the things inside the code are a list with both our names in it. It seems that whoever leads this wants all of us gone or it's blackmail. They even show evidence and crime record along with evidence that we didn't know exist. Another one was a recipe about how to make the poison that was said to be the rarest type of poison. It was so lethal that people burn the plants the moment they saw them. This poison is called Nightshade." I listened to him explain what he read. But then it goes to the part where he said there was also a poison recipe in there. A poison so leth