Three Cups Of Tea Author Kills Self Novels & Stories

she sobbed. “Then, why did he suddenly die after drinking the tea you prepared?!” Finn screamed while crying. “You were the only one with him when he died. You killed him!” “I… I did not!” Harriet gasped. “How could I do t-that to grandpa?!” She swore while caressing her aching heart. Until now, tears wouldn’t stop falling from in her eyes. “It wasn’t me!” Harriet continued, begging and persuading everyone, until her eyes met Zion’s.

Of course, I did. There have been multiple attempts on my life. The first happened when I was ten years old—a boy still too young to fully understand the weight of betrayal. It was my tutor, someone I trusted, someone who had taught me for years. He slipped poison into my drink and waited for me to die. He didn’t expect me to notice. He didn’t expect me to fight back. He died that night. An accident? Murder? Or a suicide? He didn't live to tell anyone.

"I can't." "You need to try." "James Martinez had three kids." I didn't look at her. "Twin girls, age seven. A baby boy. He showed me pictures last week. Talked about saving for their college funds." Elena sat beside me. "This isn't your fault." "Yes, it is." "Alexei killed them—" "Because I said no. Because I thought I could take a moral stand." I finally looked at her. "I killed them, Elena. I pulled the trigger just as surely as if I'd planted the bomb myself."

"Just as you saw the wine as a toast. Just as you saw the Academy as a punishment. Just as you saw me as a savior." He walked right up to the barrier, his face inches from the energy field. I could smell the ozone coming off the shield, mixing with the scent of his decay. "I killed him, Barzil. I put a feral trigger in his morning tea, waited for him to shift, and then I put him down like a dog in the street. Because he was going to expose the harvest. Because he forgot his place." The world tilted.

Even the hand soaps provided for free in the bathroom stalls were top-quality branded items. I thought my employees would treat me well as long as I treated them the same way. However, reality slapped me hard in the face. Just then, there was a knock at my office door. My secretary, Callie Walters, entered. She placed a glass of warm water next to me and had a somewhat grim expression on her face. "Ms. Knox, the atmosphere outside isn't right. It's a little…tense. Everyone's talking about the afternoon tea being canceled, and Alice won't stop fanning the fire either, saying that…"

As I lay there, practically crippled with pain, I told the goddess I couldn’t cope and for Zola to please forgive me. It was painful to move, but I had to do it. I reached out and just about grabbed the bottle of water. I was better off dead than suffering. No one is looking for me, I thought as I pressed the bottle of water against my lips. Knowing I was killing myself, I pressed the bottle to my lips and sipped the poisoned water. It burned my tongue, but I had to do it. When I couldn’t hold the bottle any longer. I dropped it and collapsed face down on the ground. Closing my eyes, hoping Zola would one day forgive me. I closed my eyes and waited to be free from everyone, free from everyth

I dropped the teacup back on the table, pushing it a little away from me. “Not to your taste?” Knight sips his own cup of tea, raising an eyebrow at me. “It’s just slightly below my preference.” "You are quite straightforward, this will make our conversation even easier. I’m also surprised you are one of those that hate Tulsi, you know it is a very wonderful tea.” "You can offer me mint tea next time but I don’t think you invited me to discuss tea grades.” “I know you’re busy so I won’t waste your time. I heard you led the massacre of the People’s pack and also killed my father in law. But that is not the priority, I want you to work with me.”

Diana nodded quickly, tears already gathering in her eyes. “They said he collapsed after drinking tea,” she whispered. “They neutralised it now, but… Cassandra… Tea for God’s sake. Drinking tea isn’t safe anymore!” She did not finish. She did not need to. Because my mind had already started racing ahead. If the King died now, nothing would remain calm.

They would think they can sleep at work. I drove out of the compound with the cup still on my hand, and as I was driving through the busy road when I sighted a young boy rushed toward the front of my car that I almost collided with the boy if not that I quickly served the car to one side of the road. I quickly placed the cup down and I covered the cup. I quickly came out of the car angrily with a frown on my face. I couldn't understand why someone like him would want to get himself killed. He is young and vibrant, so why would he want to kill himself? I need to find out from him.

"No...come in Luka. Olga, why don't you rest. I will see you in the morning you've had a very long day today..." "Okay, but you need to rest too. Don't sleep too late okay?" I said hugging him one last time, and leave him with Luka. After making myself a hot latte, I go up to my room. I was sitting in bed, relaxing while drinking my coffee when I start replaying what happened today. The coffee almost stained my sheets, when my hands tremble from my sudden realization that I had just killed a human being. Shot him several times, last one to the head. Without hesitation.