White Oleander Cast Novels & Stories

The sudden movement distracted me, and I looked up just in time to see Rita empty my purse all over the ground. “Look!” she gasped. “This vial says oleander on it!” I furrowed my brows, my brain a little slow with most of it still focusing on my patient, but I knew I didn’t have any oleander. Why would I? It was highly toxic, there was no good reason to— Oh. Oleander could only be found in one place in Lunaris, and that was near the Harp House. Moonshadow was the only pack that knew how to use it medicinally. It was the perfect poison to frame me with.

What surprised the girl most was that the strong smell of oleander had been exchanged for the sweet and soft full of freesias. "Do you want me to comfort you by telling a plausible and sweet story? Like those lies we tell the children about the little sleeping butterflies and the goblins of teeth. — Leonore spoke again and helped Artemisia put on a sweater, as she only realized she was naked when a cold drop of water fell on her chest.

"I saw them through the window. Something about the way Selene was watching made my instincts scream." "I didn't do anything!" Selene backed against the counter. "I made tea. That's all. The same chamomile I drink every morning from the same container we've had for months." Dorian moved to the cabinet and pulled out the chamomile tin. He opened it, sniffed carefully. "Smells normal." He looked at Soren. "Could be in the honey or the water or it could be nothing." Soren's face went gray as he stared at his test strip. "Oleander glycosides. Enough to cause cardiac arrest in fifteen to twenty minutes." He looked at me with haunted eyes. "If you'd drunk even half that cup, you'd be dying right n

Alpha Max’s POV She wanted him, no one else, just him. As Eileen pulls me away into the next room; leaving Charlie and Alpha Zach alone, she tells us what she had done to save Charlie. The liquid she had forced down Charlie’s throat was an antidote and not just any antidote, the only one in existence for oleander. “How is that even possible?” It sounded to much of an exaggeration “I am the only one capable of making it. We grow oleander, we had to make sure someone knew how to reverse the effects”

“She said it was made of oleander.” He picked it up, sneering at the vial and handing it to Chasel, “Have it tested to be sure, and take her to the dungeons to await sentencing.” She wailed in panic, “No! Your Majesty, please! Think of my mistress! Think of her!” The guards hauled her onto her feet and dragged her out of the room as Adolph turned over her testimony. He’d use this against Gavin in the coming days, but there was something else troubling. Oleander was much easier to get than wolfsbane, and where had Laurel’s actual bol gone?

Aloe vera base, with concentrated oleander extract and other substances that Luka, unknowingly, helped me research during our conversations about “chemistry.” I apply a thin layer to my hands. Then to my neck. My face. The areas my father usually touches when he pretends to be affectionate. The lotion is odorless, absorbs quickly, leaves no trace. The symptoms will appear slowly: weakness, nausea, heart problems that will look like the result of age and stress. I’m going to kill my father little by little. Just like he killed me little by little for years. When I’m done, I hide the bottle again. I put on simple clothes — jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that covers the marks. I go down to the

Carsen worried that the other person would notice something, so he changed the subject, "How many more days do I need for this?" Dalton glanced at his back and said, "Three days will be enough, and we shouldn't keep the anti-inflammatory injections for too long. But your back has recovered quite quickly." "The ointment Zoey gave me was very effective, it reduced the burning sensation and accelerated the skin's healing process." Dalton nodded, "I should go talk to Zoey about the collaboration, this ointment is effective." Carsen said in a low voice, "Tens of millions for a small bottle, it's impossible to sell it to Volkswagen because the raw materials are all rare medicinal herbs."

“Why do I feel like I am trying to strike air?” “Because that is exactly what you are doing…” “Sorry?” My eyebrows bunched together in confusion and I gaped at Oleander. “How is that possible? I can clearly see the wall in front of me.” Oleander pressed her palms against what looked like the wall, her lips curving in a half smile. “There seems to be a visual barrier here.” Her lips trembled in a quiet spell. There was a soft flash of blue light and the next moment, a large oak door came into view.

THE HATE WE SECRETLY GIVE. Allison strolled into the forest. The fogs were less visible. She sniffed the air as she will always do. She glanced around, trying to find Oleander. Oleander is poisonous to humans, but never to a wolf. They tend to forget what it can do for a werewolf. She saw all the other poisonous herbs her father would always say. She plucked to her satisfaction. Just as she was about to leave, something shook the trees - Hastily, she looked at the trees going from right to left until they stopped.

‘How could a potted plant be poisonous…’ Stella thought. Zeta walked up to her and was relieved to see that she had not touched it. She breathed a sigh of relief. “You have good eyes. This is the Oleander plant. It’s very poisonous.” “Oleander?” Stella did not know much about plants. She just thought it sounded like a pretty good name. “Is it a tree?” “No.” Zeta shook her head, smiling. “Oleander is a common ornamental evergreen shrub that blooms throughout the year. It has the best blooms in summer and autumn, but it rarely bears fruit when potted…”