Sweet Things That Kill Novels & Stories

she told him and added, "and you need this disgusting stuff to get better quickly." "Bullets couldn’t kill me, but sugar will," he spoke, sarcasm lacing his tone. "You don't even like sweets," she reminded him with a frown. She was right. He wasn’t fond of sweet dishes. And truthfully, it wasn’t the dessert that bothered him. It was her willingness.

I screamed. At the same time, a resounding slap rang through the air. The room fell deathly silent. "Did you… Did you just hit me?" My hand flew to my cheek as I stared at Jacob in disbelief. The man who once promised to love and cherish me forever—had just hit me. Staring at his own hand, he was momentarily stunned by his own actions. "Selene, where's your ring?" he asked, suddenly noticing something off about me. He looked frantic, as though my missing ring was his biggest concern at the moment. He was the one who killed our child, yet he now had the audacity to act like he was deeply in love with me.

What kind of sweet romance is this? Looking at the criticisms, I smiled widely. Under the murderous gaze of the invigilator, I walked over to Timothy and said, "Your parents died in the hands of Rachel's family. Don't you want revenge?" Looking at Timothy's conflicted gaze, I urged him further by whispering in his ear. "Don't you want to avenge your parents? Or did you think that your grandmother would be able to come out of the drug trial alive?" Then, I pointed to the poison-laced test papers.

“You just want to kill me, Tam Tam.” “If you keep calling me that, it might just happen,” he replied flatly. We spent hours going over every vial. Hemlock. Cyanide. Ricin. Arsenic. Every single one of them. He showed me how they smelled, how they tasted in tiny amounts, what symptoms they caused, and how to slip them into drinks or food without detection. My stomach turned more than once, but I forced myself to focus. “Does Alexander know you’re teaching me this?” Seemed a bit dark considering the events of his family’s death, but okay.

He immediately caught my hand. "Now, I don't want you getting drunk on me." I gave him a cheeky grin. "Come on. Let me try just a little. It's a rare vacation. One won't hurt." His hands continued peeling shrimp as he gave me a mock glare. "Fine. But just a little." Excitedly, I popped the top and took a sip. Ugh. It was bitter. But very quickly, that was replaced by a sweet, savory sensation I couldn't quite name. I took a few more gulps. The bitterness began to fade, and I realized it was actually quite delicious.

The comments were shocked: [Are they crazy? I thought it was just laxative. How could the sweetheart actually try to kill someone?] [Wake up, everyone! From this moment on, Elaine is no longer a sweetheart!] I steadied my sister who almost fainted from rage and glanced at the contents of the report. It read: Highly toxic; symptoms appear two weeks after consumption, and the poison self-decomposes. What a vicious poison. It could kill without a trace. Nolan flipped through the report, flabbergasted.

I took the note and read it: Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. I kissed thee ere I killed thee: no way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. It was my favourite part of the book. The first sentence being the one I adored the most. I sighed, not sure how I wanted to go about my day. I've got to study, yet that picture I found kept bothering me. I needed answers.

The one thing I'd fought for, the one thing that had given me purpose and strength and hope for the future, was being torn away from me by someone who wanted to destroy everything I'd built. That's when the pieces started clicking into place. The nagging feeling I'd had about the evening, the sense that something had been off even in the midst of triumph. "The petit fours," I said suddenly, my voice sharp with realization. "There were petit fours at the dessert station. I only had one, but it tasted... bitter. Unusual." Dr. Martinez nodded grimly. "That would be consistent with oleander. The leaves can be ground up and mixed into sweet foods to mask the taste."

Her responding giggle bounced off the walls as she scooped some ice cream from a fresh tub and fed me with it. She died a month after that, and so did my love for ice cream or anything sweet….and the crushing guilt started, because I felt as though I had offered to bribe the angels that made them take her away in punishment. So I swore off sweets, not just because they started to taste bitter in my mouth, no matter how many times my grandmother had her special team of experts whip some form of rare candy for me, but because it reminded me too much of that quiet day at home. Sloane was the reason I started eating chocolates a couple of weeks ago, because for the first time since then, seeing

She whispered under her breath, trying not to attract attention. “The real question is what did you do doctor?” he said, “Am sure you are familiar with the compounds Linagliptin and Indomethacin. In their natural state, they pose no threat to man but when treated with Sulphuric acid they become a deadly toxin. It was easy to slip a pill in the doctor's drink earlier this afternoon and brought him to his death bed,” he told her and she was reacting to every word with uneasiness. “I should have you arrested you sick bastard” she gnarled.