Sweet Things That Kill Novels & Stories

The words came out a little too fast and I realised I was smiling, my chin lifting a bit as pride sneaked in before I could stop it. Elena paused and looked at me over her shoulder, one brow lifting. “Are you bragging right now?” I made a small laugh. “Maybe a little.” She chuckled too, shaking her head as she opened the fridge, the light spilling out and revealing the neatly arranged shelves. Everything inside was organised and carefully stocked. There were bowls of cut fruits, small containers with labels, bottles of juice and milk lined up like soldiers, and what looked like prepared meals sealed and untouched. She reached in and took out a small bowl of fruit, setting it on the counter.

I had to keep my distance a little bit more there were still many people at the park. And still, I was glad that today was a sunny day because it would be hard not to hurt her. I dreamed a lot about bitting her neck and what effect to her would make my poisons. How she would moan to me. But I wanted to save this pure beauty from this supernatural drug. My poisons from teeth are having a strong effect like some drugs. Some of our pets are begging to the death until they feel the pleasure of our teeth. We are drugs, we kill slowly and not only take life but also every joy of life. Because there is no stronger drug than our poisons. And people quickly become our slaves until their bodies can't

“Not the pure kind. One that gives you satisfaction after consuming and is addictive but not as dangerous as the other drugs. “But long-term consumption will wreck the immunity system. If he dies when his dependence strikes, the coroner will likely conclude his death as a sudden death.” Cordelia placed the fruits on the table and looked at Zephyr with a complicated gaze. She said softly, “Honey, do you remember that time with Yelena… She was locked in the horse ranch and wasn’t acting herself, either. She asked us to give her candied drops too!” “Candied drops?” Seth frowned. “I did find something similar in Yale’s bedroom. There are white and pink ones in the shape of small round drops.” Fr

I’ve seen it once—on a confiscated list of outlawed supernatural agents Silversleep is tasteless. Odorless. Undetectable until it’s too late. It doesn’t just knock you out—it deadens you. Slows everything. Mind, body, instincts. Even your wolf. A few pinches could drop an entire pack for hours. A spoonful? Could kill them in their sleep. My stomach turns. That cake—those potatoes—she’s not feeding us. She’s silencing us. My heart races. “Tabitha…”

"And why are you telling me this? Don't you know that sometimes others' fate lies in our hands because we are the ones who decides if we will kill them or not?" "Showing mercy in this kind of situation is just a weakness and it can be a hindrance to getting the thing you need. That's why I'm telling you now: you must not show any mercy, endure everything and if you succeed, you won't taste the bitter part of it, but the sweetness." "The sweetness? But sweets can make me ill, it can bring me sickness, just like toothache, diabetes, hard to urinate, etcetera." "You're so clever, but you must use your cleverness in the right time, because you made it far from what I really mean."

As the two lay in the bed together with his hand resting on her side as she was snuggled into him, it was the thing that made her feel safer than she had in an awfully long time. His tastes she could see ran along the darker side of specific kinks, but he was willing to ease her into everything. She liked it. Scarlett was surprised by that fact as well when she thought of her likes and dislikes before Maverick came into her life. She was finally happy with the fact someone in her life seemed to actually care about her and her well-being. If he liked to do things with her, but no one else who was she to tell him he was weird in his tastes. She still had not a lot of experience when it came to

“Could the order of apricots actually been this strychnine fruit instead and it didn’t go missing but actually removed to avoid suspicion? I am pretty sure Chef would have noticed fairly quickly that they were the wrong fruit.” “That could be a possibility.” Said Hunter, “No one saw the box of fruit, so anything is possible.” “Still doesn’t make any sense. How could something werewolves have never dealt with before poison the King and Queen?” “Oh Alpha, you keep hitting the mark!” said Benji. “It’s a human poison… It wouldn’t be in any of the magical medical data bases.” She again hits a few keys on her laptop bringing up a database I was not familiar with. “You only need a little bit for it

Argh . With enthusiasm, she popped the input in her mouth. My body broke out in a cold sweat, received this sensation. We're outside. Anyone can see us. Short rations, my cousin is eager to leave now. "Ugh ... I really love this. It's sweets than lollipop or candies." It doesn't sound quiet. I admit this woman's technique is brilliant. I was at the end. Finally, a thick white liquid came out. I feel very sore in mine. This girl sucks all the juice that comes out. And let nothing remain.

Kimi asked. Rose snorted. “Because I mentioned it last night. My search history is filled with ways to kill people.” “Why are you trying to kill people?” Mom asked her. Rose grinned at me and Kimi. “Because sometimes you need a villain to kill someone.” “It’s surprisingly easy information to find,” I said while scrolling on my phone. Kimi looked over at my search. “Antifreeze?” she asked. “Odorless and easy to hide in alcohol or juice,” Rose said.

White foam coats his mouth and is scattered around as his now limp body is shaken. “What just happened?” Serenia cries and rushes forward. Gunnar drops the body and blood starts to ooze from his mouth, his eyes stuck open. “What…how…someone please explain!” “Suicide pill,” Niklas says. “Most likely hidden behind the teeth or under the tongue. When one bites down on it, it releases a lethal amount of poison and kills them instantly.” “Who in the world invented such a disgusting thing?” “Who other than humans, but such things like that have made their way to the ears of our kind and apparently used by our own. My guess is these people expected the possibility of getting caught, which means the