Tl 177 Yellow Pill Novels & Stories

Her eyes gleamed after reading the description on the bottle. “I had no idea Hue would hide something good like this from me,” she chuckled. “No wonder he is always happy he consumes these. Does his bad mood explain that he had forgotten to take it today?” She dropped two yellow pills on her palm and sniffed them. It had a citrusy smell, unlike any other medicines that smelt either sweet or bitter. She prepared teas and put a pill in each cup. The light yellow tea turned darker, just like black tea. Faint steam danced on the surface of the cups. A citrusy aroma lingered in the air.

“What does it say?” The doctor hesitated, then slid the paper across the desk. Lyriel leaned in and read the words. She swallowed hard. The pills were contraceptives. Every single one. Not vitamins. Not fertility boosters. She had been swallowing lies... Tears filled her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. Not here. She stood slowly, holding the paper between her fingers. "Thank you, doctor." she said quietly. Then she walked out of the office, heading home. ****

For the sake of the money! "It's not a huge task," Tina said, reaching into the pocket of her cornflower gown and taking out a small translucent bottle containing a single, round cardinal pill with prominent dark red twisty patterns. Even a fool could tell this pill was ominous-looking. "You just have to put this pill into her food," Evelyn looked afraid and hesitant to take the bottle.

"Go ahead, Mr. Golding. I understand wanting to verify it—take your time." Richard caught the bottles with excitement and immediately signaled for one of his men. The aide quickly returned after a brief inspection and leaned in close to whisper, "Sir, Dr. Newman confirmed it. These are premium-grade Vitality Pills. The effect is incredible—we absolutely can't miss out." Upon hearing that, Richard's hands actually trembled slightly. The Golding family, just like the Wrights, had long been eyeing those miracle pills from Jayrodale. Though they had only just launched, their unbelievable results had already sent shockwaves across every circle that mattered.

But why are these here? My eyes dart to the office door, anxiety flaring. Braden could walk in any second. With a shaky breath, I pour out the tablets from the supplement bottle. They’re solid yellow and a different shape than the ones I remember. When I sniff them, the familiar scent of herbs hits me, but there’s something else. Something darker. Something wrong.

In Zayn’s eyes, Revitalizol was already an extraordinary medicine that helped Lil Hyde recover within a short period of time after sustaining lethal injuries. On the other hand, Lil Hyde was telling him that there was another more precious item in 897, whose value far surpassed Revitalizol. It was hard for him not to be interested.

His tone is firm, commanding. I reach out instead, my fingers shaking. “Just give them to me.” He doesn’t move. “Open your mouth, Serena.” “No. Just put them in my hand.” I clench my jaw. His eyes darken, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You always pull this shit when you’re bad. Just take it.” I stare at the pill, my vision unfocused but still sharp enough to notice something’s wrong. The color it's blue, not the usual pale yellow ones from my bottles.

" I can’t sleep peacefully at night. Doc, please help me. The pack needs this. I need this.“ I teared up using the emotional card on the doctor. She breathed out. “ I will help you this once and that is it.“ I nodded and smiled, relieved . She unlocked her drawer and pulled out a yellowish fluid in a small vial. “ One drop on your tongue everyday and in two days your heat will start . Don’t use more than instructed. “ she warned, and I nodded. I exited the hospital happily. In the comfort of my room, I dropped three drops of the heat hastener on my tongue instead of a drop.

If I’d been my suitcase, I’d just scoop everything out, take what I need, and dump everything back in. I bring out the bottle of liquid medicine I’d seen him take on the first day here, and another yellow pill container. The label on the first reads ‘Venlaflaxin’ and the one on the second reads ‘Xyrem’. I raise both to him, unsure of which particular one he needs right now. “Which—“ He’s chuckling. I raise an eyebrow, dropping my raised hands. “Why-“ his smile is contagious, and my facial muscles stretch into a foolish grin. “Why are you laughing?”

For verification, I pulled some of the white powder and poured it into my proper reagent. IF it turns yellow, it's fake. If it ruens purple, It's the most potent shit, and would turn men into addicts, and addicts into crazed maniacs. More than they already are. "Shit," I muttered. It turned green. Three times as good as the purple stuff. "Send Doc my congratulatory message," I order Alwessandro, who nods, and pulls out his phone. Grinning, I mutter. "This will ruin the American market for others."