Toxic Bl 소설 & 이야기

"Don't worry—I know a thing or two about poison myself. There's no telling who would win this." Vicky rubbed her forehead exasperatedly—no one could change Frank's mind once he made his choice! Just then, Paul took a small bottle from his pouch, stroking his beard and saying nonchalantly, "This is called the Heartblazer. Just five grams can kill a person—I've perfected it over twenty years by gathering every toxic herb in the world. It's tasteless and odorless, so it's hard to detect. Only I have it, having concocted just the fifty grams you can see here."

Things like this don’t happen to smart people twice, right? "No," he interjected, sharper now, his voice rising just enough to make me stop. "That’s not true. That’s victim blaming, and I won’t allow you to do that to yourself." His jaw tightened, his blue eyes intense. "They manipulated you. That’s on them, not you."

I knew something had to be off with how sickly my mother is, a slight chill that she mentioned would never break someone down as drastically as she’s been. Unable to control my rage, I grab the glass from my desk and throw it against the wall, shattering it to pieces as I growl, “what is he using?!” Marcel shifts his weight uncomfortably, then answers, “the maid said it’s Silentbane, a toxin that accumulates in the body and eventually, becomes just as lethal as wolfsbane. The difference between the two is that one shows signs of poisoning early on while what your mother has been given reacts slowly.”

We wеrеn’t blіnd drunk, but nо jury is gоіng tо truѕt a witness that dоwnеd mоrе thаn tеn ѕhоtѕ of tequila before сlаіmіng ѕhе соuld іdеntіfу a bunсh of guys in the dаrk. Thе сорѕ muѕt know that. Blake іѕ fuсkіng wіth mе. Emоtіоnаllу аnd mеntаllу. I hаvе less reason to truѕt hіm thаn hе does to truѕt me. Is thіѕ some kіnd of rеvеrѕе рѕусhоlоgу they tеасh thеm in the асаdеmу, оr is he асtuаllу just ѕсrеwеd uр?

“Thanorite?” “It’s an extremely rare mineral, but highly toxic with prolonged exposure, especially in humid environments,” Lyra looked him straight in the eye. “It doesn’t kill immediately. Instead, it silently destroys the nervous system, weakens werewolves, and eventually leads to death through sheer exhaustion. It’s the cause of what you call the Black Marrow Blight.” Raven’s eyes darkened. “Are you sure?” Lyra didn’t answer right away. Instead, she quietly stood up and walked toward the corner of the room, where she had turned a desk and shelves into a makeshift laboratory.

"I'm not changing the topic! You really just have a malicious brain Blade! The man was just trying to befriend me! You know there's nothing wrong with that! Just open your mind because you're so toxic! This relationship is becoming more toxic and I'm afraid that that's the one that'll ruin the both of us!" "Are you defending him Aze? ARE YOU DEFENDING THAT JERK HUH? FUCK IT! And now I'm the one who's toxic! Fine! Then I'm toxic but I was just hurt and that's already enough reason Aze!" There he is again with calling me Aze. He then started throwing things causing them to break all over the place, thankfully, no one was there in the living room where we are because all of them left.

With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast. Beast ordered a table and put his hand on it. In a nick of time, the colour of the light bulb turned red and Beast turned into a butcher, who was separating every single finger from his hand. The man was screaming in pain. But Beast was standing in a relaxed posture doing his work. Similarly, he also separated the fingers from his other hand. Now it was the turn of his feet.

I didn't want to see the look on his face when I told him that Teo had taken more from us than we thought, that even in his death, we still suffered the consequences of his action. "She asked me if I had ever taken any highly toxic or harmful substances into my system—something like wolf's bane. I didn't place it all together until now, when I was with Teo. The reason I lost my child was the wolf's bane. I didn't know."

My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F

Troy pipes up again with his unwelcome opinion, talking as if I'm not sitting directly in front of him. I scowl at him, burning holes through his head, until he finally decides to acknowledge me. "You wanted the truth, BroSpellcaster. I'm just putting it out there, your nose looks rather out there. Looks like a botched Botox op if I'm being partially honest with you. If I'm completely honest, Max's right, you're gonna bawl your eyes out but don't worry, you were never attractive anyway. Nothing lost." He touches the side of his head, pretending that there's a brain somewhere in there, "Positive thinking, my friend. You're welcome."