Novel & Cerita Sweet Things That Kill

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

"I'll do the honor to introduce you to it," "Den Den! Ice cream!" Sadie screeched on his hips before throwing me her innocent curious eyes, looking surprised to have screeched in front of a stranger. "You always promise her sweets on your every visit, but she gotta eat proper food first before ice cream." I pointed out. "You're just like my sister," he shook his head. I softly pinched Sadie's cute cheeks. She shyly smiled and leaned deeply against Arden's neck. So cute.

"Well, if you haven't eaten, I don't mind whipping up a few things with the leftover ingredients. It won't take long." Kevan set the fruit platter down and started to move toward the kitchen. "It's alright, no need!" Wendy hurriedly stopped him. "I'm on a diet. I'll just steam a sweet potato later." As soon as sweet potatoes were mentioned, Aster smacked his lips and said, "Daddy's candied sweet potatoes are so delicious! They're soft and coated with a layer of sweet sugar. Ah, I want them now!" Wendy had long given up on such calorie-packed treats. But Aster's description tempted her a bit.

She looked peaceful in her sleep,how can she be this peaceful her existence is annoying on it own if not for her I would have married Leon I would have been most beautiful and intelligent daughter of the James, I would have been one of the most talented fashion designer but Skylar was like a theif all this should have been mine to begin with I looked at her neck and clench my fist 'Have done this before I can do it again I can do it' I thought and assure myself I brought my hands shakily to her neck I took a deep breath, I wrapped my hands on her neck Her neck felt warm "Sorry Skylar" I muttered and applied force on my hands She stirs but I did not stop I added more force to her neck and she

He was still stuffing his face with the chocolate cake so I joined him on his table not the eating part. Xander- sugar will kill you! Black- then it will be a sweet death!.. get it haha Xander- should I get you one more slice to make it a quick death ? Black- I get you don't like me very much ! Xander- your a bully and I don't like how you treat my omegas! Black- sorry about that.. but the bully part i don't see how.. you want something from me I want something from you.. it's how business works!

As he did, he muttered casually under his breath, "A bit of Necrotic Dust to ensure complete decay… A dash of Seven-Tailed Centipede venom, and some rattlesnake extract. Peaceful passing, you know? "Oh, can't forget the parasite poison. That stuff's great—should be enough to let your brain incubate a nest of worms. But the sweetest and most delicious has to be Nightshade! If the Grim Reaper wants you dead by midnight, you won't make it past 11.00 p.m.!" With every sentence, Mosby's face twitched harder than the last. This little monster was not just trying to kill him—he wanted to annihilate him, body and soul. With that deadly combo, even an immortal would have to take a step back.

He was a man who had nursed decades of envy toward Damien’s rise from nothing, and now he saw the perfect weapon in me — the young curator whose private moments with Damien could be used to destroy both our reputations. The critics had their words. Theo and Sophia had their schemes. My family had their disappointment. But Victor Kane had something far more dangerous: video evidence of our most intimate moments, ready to be unleashed before we could control the narrative. The final countdown had begun. And the question was no longer whether we would go public. It was whether we would survive the explosion when we did.

I thought about how tired I was of being afraid, of my whole shitty situation. I inhaled deeply. I opened the vial. The smell hit me first, eww… musky, warm, kind of salty. Not bad. Actually… kind of sexy in a raw way. It was thicker than I expected, pearly white, still a little warm from the shipping. I looked at the camera and said, “Hey… this is for you. Thank you for helping me.” I dipped my finger in and tasted it. Just a little at first. It was salty, a little bitter, but not gross.

Taking a healthy bite out the sandwich, I watched her fidget in her seat. "Please keep an open mind. Hear me out before freaking out." That was the worst way to open the conversation, and she knew it. Zoe grimaced and held a hand up. "Let's try this again. Okay." Wasn't a question, so I continued to eat and wait. "Do you know what a sugar baby is?" "Not quite, and before I say the wrong thing, please explain," I deadpanned. My mind screamed whore, but I knew better than to judge things in a harsh light before having all the facts.

“Looks like a nice rouge, but add some water, shake, throw, and you have a pretty compact bomb.” Holding a tube of lipstick, she uncaps the bottom, dumping a powder onto the small table. “Wolfsbane, aconite, and powderize silver. It’ll kill most, and if not, it’s going to put them down on their ass for a few hours.”