Sweet Things That Kill Novels & Stories

Now that she was home, she could make cookies as sweet as she liked … as long as the said cookies hadn't turned into piles of heated and cooled sugar. Celeste was notorious for her brutal and offending sweet tooth. That explained why she had to make two kinds of cookies. One with the normal-people amount of sugar, and the other with the lethal dose. Apart from the abuse of sugar, her cookies were surprisingly good and popular, which was why she was compelled to make different cookies these days. Even her twin brother Jeremy, who hates sweet foods in general, found her cookies fantastic … or "tolerable", quoting from him.

All that I saw, but didn't register in my brain. “What!“ I said calmly. “I know where it's coming from” she repeated and that kind of annoyed me, I heard her the first time, she was supposed to straight to the point “What?“ Since she was waiting for me to ask, I did, and she sighed “It's from food, she was served food that contained silver, mixed with wolfsbane” What! That was a very cruel combination that was only used when trying to kill somebody

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.

The table was full of snacks, vegetable chips, string cheese and dark chocolate. Now she’s thankful he lends her his suit. It’s actually cold here. The conversation went on. Azrael forgot that he was the same guy she is planning to kill a month ago. And if this was a test if she still has the urge on killing him and how she can stop it, she’s happy she passed it.

The waiter said “Yes, just don’t fuck it or they find you in a ditch!” The man in black said as he passed the waiter a brown envelope. He then walked into the darkness. “Abrin? Shit!“ Grace thought. She knew that Abrin came from rosary peas and was one of the most toxic substances known to man. It was completely tasteless and could dissolve in any liquid making it perfect for assassins. Ingestion caused lung and cardio failure after 4 agonising days. What was worse is that there is no known antidote.

Alden questioned. "I miss actions. Sorry boss but we've been hibernating for quite a while now. Stitching soft dolls isn't exactly my cup of tea. I'm getting delicate already!" he even stomped his feet like a kid. Alden and Martin chuckled. "That's the evidence. Boss, we must save him before he would become a total jelly!" Alden proposed to me making the rest burst into laughter. "All right, Dante! Go with them!" Martin ordered after seeing me nod. The man was as happy as a lark. "So, who are we gonna kill?" he immediately asked making us all dumbfounded.

And while he had bitten the ogres, he hadn’t swallowed their blood, unconsciously knowing it was poison to him. The last person he’d drunk from was Grace. He’d gulped from her neck, her taste so decadent he’d wanted to stay there forever. And maybe he would have. Maybe he would have drained her if the thought of losing her had not slammed through him. That, followed by the thought of sampling the heaven between her legs, had driven him to leave her neck and descend. And he’d never been so glad to end a meal. Between her legs, she was sweeter than the nectar of honeysuckle.

For a sixth slice, the hot breakfast was brought up, for Diana had eaten before, and she could not eat anymore, but Gemma she tried to eat some more. After breakfast was over, the maid cleared everything up and went out, now there were only two women in the room, and no one didn't bother them anymore. Gemma turned her gaze to Diana and asked urgently: “... "Diana, what I asked of you, did you bring it here?" Diana nodded but didn't speak, and pulled out a white box from her pocket that Gemma needed. But instead of speaking directly about the birth control pill, Diana said: “Gemma is a sweet candy, but it can cause tooth decay if you eat too much.”

I could not believe how much sweet stuff she could eat. I noticed Chad watching Jill with an open mouth. He had not seen Jill in snack mode yet. “She likes her sweet stuff” I laughed as he shut his mouth and sat down next to her “What?” Jill asked with her mouth full of chocolate “Nothing dear” Chad laughed “Would you like me to pour you a glass of coke?”

"If you want to kill someone, kill me, I was the one who took everything from you, Isabella had nothing to do with that." "No" she screamed in desperation "you can't do that to her." I took advantage of Robert's attention being diverted to her by her scream and moved a little closer to her trying not to draw attention to myself. "I think this is going to be a lot of fun" he spit out without stopping smiling, how he wanted to wipe that disgusting grin off his face. "Whichever one of us dies tonight the other will suffer for it which makes it wonderful, but I think you will suffer much more watching her die."