Sweetest Kill Novels & Stories

She was far too sexy, far too sexual, for that. When she lifted her dessert spoon to her lips and licked the last remnant of chocolate from the silver surface, her pink tongue so tempting, so provocative that he could have almost found his release just watching her work the spoon in that slow, sensual way, Maxim nearly groaned out loud. It was way too easy to imagine that tongue on his bare skin. “What’s your take on love, Maxim?” Michaela asked, lowering the spoon and setting it on the table, curious to find out his reply.

"Before we are done were you the one who made the poison that killed those man didn't you." She couldn't lie so she just don't him the truth. "Yes I did." The poison was a slow acting kind. it makes it look like you are just unconscious then slowly kill them from the inside without any medical detection. This was her most dangerous poison. The poison could only be made once and she was the only one who could even make it. When she created it it was to save her when she got into dangerous situation that way she could pretend to be dead. She would fight administer the cure then inject the poison.

The sickening sweetness in the scent of an omega can only be suppressed by taking pills and trying to keep down your scent was like trying to hide from the sky. I moved around a bit stretching my hand and successfully opened the bedside drawer. I couldn't find water anywhere but luckily I was able to find three pills in the drawer. Which was more than enough. Releasing a relieved sigh, I tossed the very bitter pills inside my mouth chewing and swallowing them in ignoring the bitterness. I could remember whenever accidentally the pills touched my taste buds I would complain to Joss and ask for sweets. But at that moment the bitterness was way better and sweeter than the fear I had inside.

Pliny (Natural History, Book Eight, paragraph 33) tells us nothing of the posthumous aptitudes of this ophidian, but the conjunction of the two ideas of seeing (mirar) and dying (morir) vedi Napoli e poi mori [see Naples and die]—must have influenced Shakespeare. The gaze of the basilisk was poisonous; the Divinity, however, can kill with pure splendor or pure radiation of manna. The direct sight of God is intolerable. Moses covers his face on Mount Horeb, “for he was afraid to

Damien’s expression didn’t change much, but his thoughts had. Who is she? “There’s a herbal blend sold in the older part of the city,” I said. “It’s not popular, but it works. You should try it.” For a moment, no one spoke. Then Damien leaned back slightly, studying me in a way that felt far more dangerous than anything else in that moment. “You walk into a private meeting, solve a problem my team has been struggling with, and then diagnose something you shouldn’t even know about,” he said calmly. “And you expect me to believe that's a coincidence?”

His cock was straining inside his boxers. He inserted another finger, and she cried aloud as her orgasm blasted through her. He kept pumping, wanting her pain to vanish. Then, supporting her body on her elbows, she rose and, gripping his shirt, pulled him up to her face and planted her lips on his. Oh, goddess. She always tasted divine. Sweet had never been his favorite, but after tasting her, it became his obsession—she was always as sweet as honey. She kissed him with so much passion. Killian closed his eyes in pleasure. He pressed his lips to hers, sucking them into his mouth. He devoured her lips like a hungry beast, as if she were his last meal.

Akala ko ay bumalik na sila sa loob ng Uni? I was quietly drinking here while Videlle and Natt were talking about something, I didn't know that because I didn't know anything about what they were talking about."It's hot, damn it," I whispered and looked at the emptiness."It's cold," said Videlle, I turned to him with a frown and looked at him from head to toe "The fuck, it's like you're killing me in your brain," "You want me to tell the truth?" I asked sarcastically and raised my eyebrows at him. He moved my face away with his right hand, I immediately removed his hand from my face because of the cold.

The taste of Elena flooded Samantha's mouth as she licked upward, her tongue exploring the maid's folds, salty and slick. Jake's thrusts rocked them all, his grunts mixing with Elena's muffled moans against Samantha's clit. Sweat dripped from Jake's forehead onto Samantha's thigh, cooling quickly.

"Beer man." "Not bad." He muttered, the corners of his lips quirking up. "So, what problem do you guys have?" He asked. "There’s this product that’s to be launched tomorrow. There’s a little bit of an issue with it. We are tackling it already though." She took another gulp. "I can’t give you the full details. I can’t rat perfect touch out." "Coming from a spy," He sneered. "I’m not a spy." She argued. "Of course you are." He said. "Do you think he is going to allow you to continue working with him if he finds out that you are the heiress of New Age beauty—one of their biggest competitors?"

he looked shocked to hear my cold tone all of a sudden “The Mafia boss who killed your parents, his name is Marcus Davila. He is one of the richest underworld mafia’s and is known for being ruthless. News confirms that he is very ill and is about to pass away in few months. He has announced to distribute his property in between his two sons, Gabriel Davila and Christopher Davila and his two twin daughters Cassie Davila and Suzie Davila, and the two culprits who were involved in the murder were Noah Swan and Luke Adams who are enjoying their luxurious lives with their family.