Toxic Superfoods Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help but smile. “They’re just worms,” I commented as I casually hook one onto my pole. “Exactly,” she muttered, still staring the tub down. “Worms. If I’d have known we’d be using real live worms, I …” She shuddered. “I hate worms.” I smirked. “They’re just worms, baby. You need them to hook the fish.” “I know that.” She finally looked up at me. “I just wish I didn’t have to need them.”

Roy gritted under his breath as he mentioned Paul again. “Paul?” Olivia’s lips murmured, loud enough to make everybody look her way, “That as*****! THAT BAS***** RUINED MY LIFE, HE TRIED TO KILL ME, HE RA**** ME.” Triggered by hearing his name, Olivia started screaming and fighting Roy off to lung at Jamie, who was now shielded by Lewis in shock

Lindsay quickly leafed through the stack until she found the pages that contained the results for the cultures and toxicology reports. As she started reading, she discovered that the cultures had come back with small traces of common bacteria, just as one would expect from any cut received in the Sycamore River. The surprise was in the toxicology report. What it said was not even possible. Nothing on earth contained everything that was found. The lab found traces of apitoxin, found in honey bees; latrotoxin, found in black widow spiders; tetrodotoxin, found in pufferfish and other aquatic life; and epibatidine, a lipophilic alkaloid toxin found in a group of frogs classified as poison dart f

When he looked at Oliver, he was eating it with gusto. Kian furrowed and hesitantly took a bite. “Are you worried I put something in the food?” Crystal suddenly asked him. “No…” he guiltily replied, “This was my first time eating this kind of food.” “That is called Millennial Greens. It’s good for strengthening the body and stabilizing mana.” “Millennial Greens? Such a luxurious name for something that otherwise can be called vegetable salad.” Oliver looked up at him, “Just eat what you are served. Even a king like me eats this, so what’s a prince like you complaining for? And what do you know about this dish? Your dark side just doesn't have them.”

he panted, "so fucking good. Take it, Theo. Take all of it." ‎I couldn't breathe as my lungs burned, my throat burned, everything burned. Stephan's moans echoed through out the office...He sounded like an animal—like something broken and starving—and part of me, the part that was warm and confused and traitorous, wanted to understand what made someone make sounds like that.

Besides, they were allowed to divulge anyone alive. It was horrifying, soul-shrinking, heart-numbing—almost put you in irrecoverable paralysis-type torture. And don’t even get me started with their ‘magical secret ingredients list. Anyways, it goes like this: Excess oil, they got it. Indigestible spices got them too. Deadly preservatives with extra flavours. Ah, man, It’s available in abundance. By any chance, if your bluffy ass somehow survived through the slow poison, their remarkable cutlery skills would book you to heaven from the fastest route possible.

I spat it out. “The mad woman is at it again. Look at her spitting at the food she’s eating.” I looked at the nurse in the eye, I felt like eating her up, but it’ll prove their view of my insanity. None of them were in my place. They didn't know how I felt,they said anything they wanted to.

The waffles and fried chicken looked so good that one would want to give anything just to have a taste of it. I noticed he dropped his spoon and rubbed his both hands together, smacking his lips at the same time, just when he was about to carry the big chicken placed on the waffles, I stopped him. “That's alright, you can leave now,” I said to him, waving him off with the gun in my hand. A bit of disappointment washed through his face as soon as I said that. There was no way I was going to share my waffles with him. I don't fucking care if it has poison in it or not, I will gladly eat it alongside its sweet poison.

He had a wooden spoon in one hand and a look of deep, existential crisis on his face. “It’s healthy, Vic! Aris sent a three-page email about ‘anti-inflammatory superfoods’ for the second trimester,” Zander defended, waving the spoon toward the driveway where a dust cloud signaled the arrival of our only two friends in the world. “And besides, Marcus lives on energy drinks and spite. He needs a vegetable.”

A cold, terrifying intensity radiated from my gaze, locking her in place like a predator pinning down its prey. "So do you have any idea what pure, undiluted rooibos does to a woman who isn't pregnant when she drinks it on an empty stomach?" I whispered, my voice a dark, menacing purr meant for her ears alone. "It gradually eats you up and eventually makes you infertile. This agonizing pain tearing through your midsection right now? It will eat you up from the inside, burning through your body until you are no longer fit to ever carry a child."