White Oleander Cast Novels & Stories

"Father, inviting another physician might yield the same result." At this moment, the senior lady spoke, "Summon our family's physician." The senior lady often consulted the Tham family physician for daily health matters and had relied on him since her youth. The Anderson family physician was a position passed down for generations, and his words were beyond reproach. The Anderson family physician promptly arrived, and Beta Henry instructed someone to show him the Nerium oleander. He frowned upon seeing it. Beta Henry asked, "Does this have odor-neutralizing properties?" The Anderson family physician naturally shook his head. "Nerium oleander is a poisonous plant. I've never heard of it havin

I drum my glossy red fingernails along the patent leather steering wheel as two guards take a painstakingly long time to scan my car for explosives. If they take any longer I’ll be the one exploding. I was busy cultivating my batch of nerium oleander – more commonly known as oleander – a strikingly beautiful flower that is extremely deadly from root to petal due to containing lethal cardiac glycosides known as oleandrin and neriine. However, I was interrupted by a call from Uncle Dimitris begging me for a favour. As my favourite uncle, I couldn’t say no, but then again, no one says no to the most powerful νονοί in Athens.

That was because, at the end of the video, I drove my father’s million-dollar luxury electric car, the Rolls-Royce Spectre, one he had barely used, into a desolate, uninhabited wasteland. I stepped out, opened the trunk, and took out a lighter and a can of gasoline. … By the time my father received the news and rushed over, the Spectre was nothing but a charred hollow shell. “Nadia Stone, what exactly are you trying to do?!” The wild wind tore across the wasteland, shredding his furious roars into nothing; everywhere yet leaving no trace. “I told you to support yourself through proper, legitimate means, not these twisted methods! “Can’t you just honestly collect scraps to understand the hard

The diameter of each flower is about ten inches. "Hmm, not bad. Maybe it is enough." Kaleela then give a check on her list, "Okay. So bat's wings is compatible with goblin's teeth. Should I add dandelion's root too? Hmm. How about the pesticide? An ounce of Belladona's powder should be enough." She moves her hand so quickly until her handwritten was unreadable. Her cherry lip grumbling something as if she was chanting some spells. "Meow." A black cat pushed it body to her leg.

Dominic's voice came from somewhere behind me, deadly quiet in the way that meant someone was about to die. "The symptoms are consistent with oleander poisoning," she said, her voice clinical but her eyes worried. "It's a plant that's commonly used in landscaping, but every part of it is highly toxic. Even small amounts can cause severe cramping, bleeding, and in pregnant women..." She trailed off, but the implication hung in the air like a death sentence. "It causes the body to reject the pregnancy," I finished, my voice barely above a whisper.

He extended his hand, and I gasped at the purplish-green traces. I gingerly clasped his hand, murmuring, "What happened?!" "I was hit with some sort of arrow." He chuckled weakly, wincing. I pulled back, but my gaze remained fixed on the dreadful wound. It appeared as if he had been struck with wolfsbane infused with oleander. Wolfsbane was deadly to werewolves, stripping them of their abilities and leading to a slow death, especially for the stronger ones. The weaker ones didn't stand a chance. Oleander, on the other hand, was a dangerous plant, lethal to us werewolves; mere contact with it could prove fatal, let alone being wounded by it.

Soon they got to work, pouring warm pale yellow oil on my skin, from my shoulders, between my breasts, down my stomach and legs. Once they were satisfied with the amount they started kneading gently, each one of them following a path of their own. ' This is almond oil blended with wheat germ oil, it will help release tension from your muscles. ' Gloria explained, moving down along my right arms. Every part of my skin was pampered gently, the action lulling me to sleep gradually. My eyes felt heavy as tension lifted from within. My mind drifted off yet towards Jaxon. I wondered whether he knew that I couldn't feel my wolf. I had been trying for hours to call on her like Astra had instructed,

“Yeah. Being a wolf, I’ve never come into contact with Oleander in any way. I’ve read about them but I’ve never studied their properties. Yesterday was the first time I got its scent. It smells terrible, doesn’t it? What’s it made of anyway? I know there must be mercury, salt and granite. But what’s the last thing I’m missing?” The doctors were lost for words for a moment before Dr Gina managed to say, “Th-Thioacetone, my Queen. It’s a substance powerful enough to induce nausea even in small amounts.” Lucianne nodded in understanding, “Hm. Makes sense.” Dr Karr furrowed his eyebrows in concern, “My Queen, the amount of Thioacetone in it is so little that not even a Lycan can pick up the scen

When I got back to my office, I did a research on Nerium Oleander. How to extract it and handle it so that I don't get affected as well. (Everyone who meets this blossom wants to pick it. The crimson and creamy petals are appealing and magnificent. However, it’s not worth even breathing its odour. It may cause serious health problems. The plant is fully poisonous.) "Shit, I might just leave this in her shop, let it cause a few deaths, and get her put away. She knows nothing about flowers and, this would be perfect."

I sat in silence, staring at the desk, my heart pounding with dread. When the doctor finally returned, the tension in the room became unbearable. He held a clipboard, his expression grim. “The herb is Oleander,” he announced. “It’s highly toxic. Depending on the dosage, it can cause severe health issues over time. In your grandfather’s case, I believe it led to heart failure.” I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands gripped the arms of the chair as I forced out the question burning in my mind. “Was he the only one affected?”