She-poison-but-tasty Novels & Stories

Still, in her lovely sweater dress from earlier, she trapezes across the glittering floor, her hair trailing behind her, shoes clacking on the floor. No one breathes as she takes her time, chooses her goblet, and drinks red honey, slowly, not spilling a drop. The bees buzz, watching the queen because we want our pick of the garden. When she's done, she acts very unladylike, smacking her lips, making a show of it, mocking death itself. "It seems the poison is quite delicious this evening," she announces. "My compliments to the chef."

She thought it was the wildest and most beautiful night she had ever had in her entire life. Harman took her to the so-called Grădina Verona. It was a garden oasis, which was just behind a well-known bookshop in the city. He ordered iced-tea infusions that had mixed peony flower, lime and mango. “You should try that,” he urged her while they waited for their order to come. She hadn’t tried it yet. When she took a sip, her eyes widened and he laughed at that. The taste was weird but good. She smiled as she took another sip of the potion.

She was staring at me, and there was this smile on her face which never seemed to fade away. “Here you go”. She placed a small liquid container on the table, and continued to say to me, “I went through so much effort to acquire this for you, Valentina. This is the death flower poison. It's odorless, colorless, and tasteless. It cost me quite some fortune. Just a drop of this in their food, and they would get sick like a normal human being. Even after being taken to the hospital, no doctor would be able to tell that they were poisoned. And just that, they are going to die and get out of your way”. ‘ Is there such a poison in this world?’. I thought, and as I continued to stare at the containe

I pause briefly. “I’m not interested in an entire night.” I wink at him. He smiles. “What exactly is it that you’re after then, Beautiful?” He releases my hair and tucks it gently behind my ear. “A quick fix would be adequate, wouldn’t you agree?” My eyes never leave his as I take a sip of the cocktail he had sent over not long ago. “Mmm, what is this red poison? It’s… Orgasmic.” The drink's incredibly delicious, the liquor dances over my taste buds, slowly heating my body and loosening the built-up tension.

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.

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

“I inspect all the food myself. It’s not poisoned. I made sure.” She grabs my plate, brings it to her nose, and inhales deeply, sniffing out every dish. When she’s done, she shakes her head. “I don’t smell anything.” “There are a lot of poisons that can be hidden by the scent of herbs and spices,” I say. “You no know this one,” Rose declares. “Lunae poison. Very powerful. Kill fast.” “Did you watch the whole time?” Kahn asks Ingrid. “Yes. Of course I did.”

Comfortably. Jayson noticed. Then the tension came back immediately. “You know,” Mila said casually while stirring her tea, “this whole situation would actually make a great TV show.” I groaned. “Please don’t.” “No seriously. Hot emotionally constipated billionaire. Emotionally unstable writer with commitment issues. “Honestly this whole thing feels like the beginning of a very toxic HBO series.” Jayson blinked once. “HBO series?” Mila looked at him innocently. “Oh my God. Was that the shocking part for you?”

Mirrors - Justin Timberlake 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 The life that I should be grateful for now got free food. After school, Sheila delivers various variants of free drinks: hand-made green tea, plus chocolate, and there is also aloe vera juice. She said it's good for the baby's skin later. I accepted all of that happily. The essential pleasures are indeed provided for free every day like this.