She-poison-but-tasty Novels & Stories

It was either a nickname or trashy name. "You're next to spin the bottle." She said. I took hold of the bottle and spun. It spun until it stopped.The cap facing Bradley, and the bottom at me. The bottom get to ask the top. And for a minute, I wished the cap of the bottle was facing Tanya. Those sweet curves hiding behind the thin pretty top she wore. The neck of her top hinted at her cleavages, soft, white and ready to be milked. I was hard again and I regretted thinking that it would be 'our' turn soon.

On the way to the hospital, he kept calling ahead, making sure that they had beds and equipment ready. At the same time, he turned to me. "What did they eat before this?" In my past life, after Andrew and Sally recovered, they had their stomach contents tested. The results showed mercury poisoning. The cause? A takeout meal they had eaten that afternoon. Someone had laced it with poison. At the time, Andrew and Sally assumed that Dylan had ordered it, so they didn't think twice before finishing the entire meal. Even up until my death, we never found out who had placed the order.

****** “Feed me,” I whispered again, my voice low and dripping with every filthy promise I’d ever made to a man. My glossy red lips parted. I looked up through my lashes, pushing my chest forward so my crop top stretched tight over my breasts. “I know you want this, Professor. I can feel how hard you are. Let me taste you. Let Sweet Poison wrap her lips around that big, angry cock and make you forget every rule you think you have.”

Brittany walks toward her dresser and pulls out a wooden box from one of the drawers and places it carefully on the vanity. The box looks just like the black one she gave me. Brittany opens the box. Inside are red perfume bottles. Dozens of them. They are identical to the poison bottles she gave me. I stare at them, confused and horrified all at once. “What...” My voice comes out faint. “What is this?” Brittany smirks. “These, are the stronger poisons.” She picks up one of the bottles delicately. The red liquid inside swooshes with the movement.

It’s on me. A slow shiver rolls down my spine, an awareness so deep it roots itself into my bones. Heat prickles at the back of my neck, and I shift in my seat, bringing the glass to my lips in a feigned attempt at nonchalance. The liquid burns down my throat, bitter and sharp, but oddly satisfying. “Another,” I murmur to the bartender, my voice barely above a whisper. My gaze flickers up, just for a second, and there he is—Leonardo. Dark, consuming, unreadable. Like the drink in my hand, he is potent and bitter, an acquired taste that lingers far too long. But still… still, I crave another.

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.

"It's all your fault for screeching like a slaughtered pig and ruining the mood." He then turned to Ruby, his tone instantly softening while saying, "I've had your favorite jewelry sets prepared for you as a way to make amends, Ruby." Ruby snuggled bashfully into Justin's embrace, her eyes filled with spite as she glanced at me. "I've heard that nothing enchants the human heart quite like a mermaid's voice. You'd better watch out, Justin, lest her song completely captivate your soul." Justin's face instantly hardened. He signaled the bodyguards to pin me down, completely ignoring my frantic struggles. He used his hands to roughly pry my mouth open and poured a bowl of scalding hot soup down

“One, two, three, four…” Twice now. Why were there only six? The doctor was still explaining, “She ate a poisonous mushroom. Her stomach’s been pumped, but her brain will be foggy for a while. Whatever she says, just go along with it.” He left. Wendy Gold—the real one—leaned in. “Honey, what are you doing? Are you feeling okay?” I glanced at her. She really was beautiful. No wonder the heir chose me for looking sixty percent like her.

he said. I rolled my eyes and asked who was at the table with him. Before he could answer, Theresa spoke up with tears. "What type of poison?" She asked, and I looked at her, not knowing what type of poison to be exact. "Green Bay, or Sharlent," I said. Theresa ordered that the cups be passed to her. Immediately she took it to her nose, she sneezed. "You react to the smell," I said, and she nodded. "It's Green Bay," she said.

replied Isaac in a cheery tone. The second Harper tried to say something, Isaac immediately flicked his finger… sending a pill down Harper’s throat! Following that, Isaac took the initiative to explain, “What you just swallowed is known as the Heart-Eating Pill. It’s a special poison developed by my family, and it’s both tasteless and odorless. As for its effects, the second the poison starts taking effect, your entire body will start itching so badly that you’ll feel the need to scratch your organs out! Isn’t that a tragic way to die?”