Why Does Venom Eat Chocolate Novels & Stories

In the meantime, he kept looking back to check what was happening. More sounds started coming from the vine walls within a short distance. Then the venomous insects began to emerge from the cracks. 'What the f*ck!' Chester, Dax, and the disciples were shocked when they saw that. "See! I told you it's dangerous!" Chester looked at Dax and said, "There is poison in the fruit. When poison is in the air, it attracts those venomous insects." Dax swallowed his saliva; he felt lucky. 'Damn. Luckily I didn't eat the fruit. I can't imagine what would happen if I ate it.'

this is what I chose because he loves Chocolate. after a while he looked back at me. his face was serious again. "a-don't you want to?" I asked anxiously because he might return to his former form. I took the fork away from him and was about to lower the fork when he grabbed my hand that was holding the fork and he shot himself. what just happened? I looked at him confused, he had a bad look at the table and then his cheek was already red. Maybe he has a fever? Is he allergic to chocolate? shall i call aunt

His face turned pale, then furious. "ELENA! DON'T EAT ANYTHING!" He stood up, knocking his chair back. "Marco! GET IN HERE NOW!" Marco burst in, gun drawn. "Boss?!" "Check the food!" Ivan roared, pointing at the table. "Now!" Marco took a sample of the juice and poured a drop onto a silver knife. Instantly, the liquid turned black and started to sizzle and smoke. And not just any poison. It was Deadly Nightshade mixed with silver extract. A dose strong enough to kill even an Elder vampire in minutes.

He walked to Yosef's side and said slowly, "The toxins have sunk in deep because he's been in the bath too long. We just need to draw them out." He pulled out a box and opened it, revealing a small, limp worm, about the size of a silkworm pupa. Its body was nearly transparent, covered in a slimy substance. It looked particularly repulsive. Patrick frowned. "What is that?" Mutoto chuckled. "One of my voodoo insects. It thrives on various toxins and loves poison." He took out a knife and moved to cut Yosef's wrist, but Kirin grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?"

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

"You really are a bitch, aren't you?" Then he sits. Just like that. He drops onto the dirt beside me, grabs the vodka, and pours himself a drink. I stare. "Well?" He gestures to the chocolate. "You brought it. I'm not eating it alone." I grab the chocolate, snap off a piece, shove it in my mouth. It tastes like ash. Damon drinks his vodka in one gulp. Smooth. Practiced. Like he's done this a thousand times. I try to match him. The vodka burns. I cough, sputter, nearly choke.

Wow, what an accurate aim. Pedro the Parrot: [Drumstick secured! Wait, he stopped. The tiger’s glaring, roaring at the sky, fighting his instincts!] Pedro the Parrot: [He’s eating again! He licked the drumstick. Ugh, the stench is making me sick!] Everyone was frantic in the chat. [Did he eat or not?] [I’m watching… Yes, he ate. Oh my gosh, it looks delicious!] Pedro the Parrot laughed out loud, and the group chat laughed along. Some of the animals even teased Thor the Tiger.

I brought it to my lips and bit down. The taste was sweet and sharp, and for a moment I felt warmth spread through my chest. The purple veins on my abdomen pulsed in response, and I thought maybe, maybe this would work. Maybe the fruit would push back the venom. Then the cold came. Not from outside. From inside. The frost that had been in my lungs, in my blood, in my bones from the freeze, it reacted to the fruit's warmth. The two forces collided inside my body, venom and frost, heat and cold. The purple veins on my abdomen darkened, spreading across my stomach in a web of black and blue. The warmth from the fruit faded, swallowed by the cold that had taken up residence in my core.

“One, two, three, four…” Twice now. Why were there only six? The doctor was still explaining, “She ate a poisonous mushroom. Her stomach’s been pumped, but her brain will be foggy for a while. Whatever she says, just go along with it.” He left. Wendy Gold—the real one—leaned in. “Honey, what are you doing? Are you feeling okay?” I glanced at her. She really was beautiful. No wonder the heir chose me for looking sixty percent like her.

"What?" "Do it again and we won't wait for the tombola," he smirks at me. "Uh, do you have an inexhaustible source of sexual vigour or what?" I roll my eyes but giggle. "It must be the chocolate," Viktor shrugs. "It's an aphrodisiac." "You say that about every food," I look doubtful at him. "Then it must be you who does something to me," he says and throws me a mischievous wink while pulling his cup of hot chocolate next to his lips.