She-poison-but-tasty Novels & Stories

A maid dressed in a uniform rushed inside with a bowl in her hands. “That bowl contains vellum; a deadly mixture of wolfsbane, stevia, and arsenic. It can kill humans, werewolves, and even witches.” Veronika’s lips curved in a sneer as she continued. “I have asked my men to take a similar bowl to your mother.” Her smile widened as her gaze drifted to Keith. “You must make Melinda to drink this poison if you want to save your mother. If you hesitate, my men will feed this same poison to your mother. Today, you can save only one of them. That is the price you will pay for messing with me.”

She didn’t care what happened to her…after all, the poison was bitter, but it was also sweet. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

I dislike the stares because apparently I stuck out like a sore thumb. I adjusted my nose mask and replied, "uh, historian books please. And British poetry. Also, some books on psychology would be appreciated." I briefly said. "Oh, right this way then." She smiled at me and left her post, beckoning on me to follow her, which I did with my hands stuffed in my pant's pockets. "Any idea on the kind on poetry you'd like?" She turned to me. "Uh, Walt Whitman or William Butler is fine." I wasn't sure whose I wanted more.

‘H-he love me’ Asher whispers A mocking laugh echoes beside his ears followed by a taunting ‘Tsk tsk, you poor thing’ ‘Stop dreaming,’ said the leader, ‘Now shall we have some fun?’ The grips loosen, Asher took the shot to hit but he was too clumsy and weak to even try. The man easily caught his hand, twisted it behind his back and tackled him to the ground. ‘Now taste the real deal bitch’ said the man as he unbuckle his belt ‘N-no’ Asher struggle, he can’t stay still and accept this ‘P-pleas-e n-no’ ‘J-jay, h-help me Jay’ sound Asher with all his voice and strength

I looked at her for a few seconds before I went back to what I was doing, “what are you doing?” “I'm going to kill Cassius myself. None of the solutions worked, so I will take care of the threat. They say if you want something done right, do it yourself,” I replied, taking snake poison and a dead tarantula. I took the poison, being careful not to get it on me, pouring it on a pot as I split open the arachnid and put its organs inside to cook too. “Isn’t that dark magic?” She asked, walking slowly backwards as Kieran held her against himself.

Close enough to see everything: the way his shaft curved slightly upward, the bead of pre-cum welling at the slit, the faint tremor in his thighs. “Look at him,” she whispered. “Really look. He’s thick. Long enough to stretch but not so long that it hurts. That ridge under the head? It drags just right.” She wrapped her fingers around him again, gave one slow, deliberate pump. “And he tastes…” She brought her hand to her mouth, licked her palm clean with a soft, appreciative hum. “Like skin and salt and something you want to keep chasing.” My pulse roared in my ears.

She strategically paused, hoping to intensify their tension and uneasiness. "They talked about this poison that's not only colorless, tasteless, and odorless, but also goes undetected in food. Even an autopsy result wouldn't be able to detect it. And it works incredibly fast, less than ten minutes." She continued, causing the room temperature to drop even lower. "The poison is so potent that even the best doctor in the world couldn't save someone who has ingested it. Only the antidote can reverse its effects. So, I got curious and did some research." Ayva paused dramatically before revealing two small transparent bags containing white powder, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. "O

But then. *spill* *cough!* *cough* The growing bitterness caught Cemal off guard, nearly causing him to choke. "What on earth is this taste?" He inquired, struggling to regain his composure. "It's an alcohol-quitting mocktail. I've also infused it with Abiding Guduchi powder. The medicinal properties and health benefits of this herb are extensive enough to fill an entire essay. However, the intense and enduring bitterness at its tail end seems to have a powerful effect. Everyone at my place who has given this a shot has decided to swear off drinking entirely. It's a wonder, though—I believe I've managed to replicate the taste quite accurately based on my own experiences."

“You said everything tasted like ash at your pack. There are several reasons the tongue registers ash, and poison is one of the most common.” That can’t be true. No one at Stone Heart would do that to me. Even if they didn’t like me, even if they looked down on me, they wouldn’t go that far. “You’re wrong,” “I’m an apothecary,” she reminds me. “I know these things, I’ve made poisons before. I recognize the signs. Your food was tampered with.” My brows pull together. “I cooked for myself sometimes. For my family too and it still tasted like ash to me.”

Troy was unsure of which name he disliked more. At least he no longer got nervous whenever he walked into the shop and all conversation stopped as if he was the 'Po Po'. He had garnered a grudging respect, if for no other reason than that he wasn't afraid to sit and watch Juicy do her magic on her customers...and the baked goods didn't hurt.