Sweet Things That Kill Novels & Stories

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Waking up with an hangover was probably the worst thing to happen to anyone in the world. What kind of spirits exactly do they use in the production of alcohol? Why in the world could something so sweet and bubbly be just as deadly? I let out a sharp breath and groaned loudly as I woke up. My head felt like someone was playing on it- like it was a conga drum, my forehead felt just about ready to split open, and my tongue tasted like I had washed and rinsed it with soapy water.

one of them roared. “An assassin threatening me? How could I? You f*cking have a dead wish…..” she growled at the young man. “It's just aconite. Why are you scared of eating it? I heard it's good for your health, that's why I added it.” After exchanging quick looks, they put down the food. “Why don't you want it? Isn't aconite a good thing?” she asked, brows furrowed. One of them shook his head. “It isn't. Alpha Nathan made it known to us that it kills, so why would we take it?”

was dispensed. They were small, shimmering blocks of translucent matter, vibrating with synthetic color. Some were the deep red of a sunset; others were a pale, crystalline blue. They smelled of vanilla, toasted grain, and something undefinably sweet—a scent designed by chemists to trigger a profound sense of safety and belonging. "Eat," Haki said, picking up a red block with trembling fingers. "It is the only... mercy... we are allowed."

“ I can be beyond cruel and beyond sweet . Don’t test either of my limits Antonio . “ said Damian breathing heavily as he tried to keep himself under control . “ From what you have told me , your cruelty means eternal punishment . What happens if I test your sweetness instead ? “ said Antonio raising his eyes towards Damian . “ ……I may not be able to even let you leave my side for the rest of your life . “ said Damian looking at him in a daze . Even though both of them struggled and hardly tried to deny their affection for one another , they realised that it was of no use . The affection that they were so desperately trying to hold back , would soon turn into a drug that would keep them dru

A total stranger I met on the hinge dating app. Just as I began to contemplate if this was a good idea to meet a stranger, I shook my head because I felt it wasn't worth it. If something bad were to happen to me right now, what would I say was the cause of it? Thus, she went for a one-night stand and the person in question killed her? Nah, I just don't see myself in that light. Briskly, I turned to leave but footsteps reverberated through the whole building as it drew closer. My breath hitched and I thought of everything that could go wrong.

All these arrangements are being made because that lame man is coming over this weekend with his wife, I do not understand” Jonas lamented. “And the old man treats us like trash, we that live here with him. He treats that invalid like a god, like he is better than all of us. Maybe we should just kill him” Jonas frowned and poured wine into his glass again. " No" Jack screamed while Dan looked at him and shook his head. "In all we do, no bloodshed please. We can do anything to him but not something as delicate as killing. No matter how we see it, he is still our brother" Jack continued. "Alright, but so you know, all you guys are saying does not concern me at all. I have crazy plans for his w

I hesitate but shook my head negative . " So you are staying with us till then " , "But " My voice broke as I saw a gun in his hand . He was reloading it . He noticed my voice crack and looked up to me . " I won't kill you Eve . That's the last thing on my mind ". But it is on your mind right ? Killing me ? .

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.

Charles held out his knife and fork all ready to dive in. “the rate at which you love and eat sweets, I still can't wrap my head around the fact that you're yet to die from diabetes” Brandon teased but Charles only shrugs. “It's called being God's favorite,” Carlson added, taking a slice from Madam Grace. “Oh yeah .. tell me about it” Brandon steps back taking out some booze from the fridge.

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”