Your Lips Are Venomous Poison Novels & Stories

His brain is completely convinced that such a devious, sneaky plan must have come straight from this pretty boy doctor he hates so much. I return his angry glare with a very bright smile and warn the executive elders, "Everyone should be highly careful before your lips touch the rim. The dark venom used inside this room is called shadow arsenic. It is completely lethal and it acts fast. Once the toxin takes effect on your veins, not even the fastest running warrior from the Silver Fang Healing Center can save your life!" This text terrifies the executive elders even more, making several old wolves tremble visibly on their benches. Liam finally loses his perfect composure and shouts out in pu

He smiled and I was about to just open the door and get my frustrated ass out when he said, “You're forgetting to apply your lip gloss” I licked my lips and pulled out the lip gloss again, I saw my lips in the mirror and noticed how swollen it had become. I stared at Liam who was watching me with a grin. Before I could ask what he was staring at, he said, “You're beautiful with lipstick and all, but I prefer you use the lip gloss so I won't have to deal with the double problem” I raised my brows, “Double problem?” “Fear of ruining your lipstick and this” he pointed at his bulge and my eyes widened. I didn't wait for another second when I rushed out of the car, I could hear his laughter, and

I thought, but my breath hitched as his thumb—the one made of silver and obsidian—dragged across my lower lip. The chemistry was explosive, a toxic mix of desire and dread. I could feel his heart thudding—slow, heavy, and forced—against my ribs. He was a monster, but he was my monster. The way he looked at me, with a hunger that surpassed anything human, made my own silver blood sing with a dark, addictive energy.

The pain faded away, replaced by a familiar and intoxicating warmth. The lash marks began to seal themselves shut. Within seconds, my skin was smooth again, as if the whipping had never happened. I stood up and walked over to the mirror on the wall. My reflection stared back at me. My eyes were glowing faintly with a blue light, and my lips were curved in a cruel smile. I looked like a queen. I was a venom wolf. I had poison in my blood and fire in my soul. I was a beast hidden beneath layers of silk and fake smiles.

Every word burst forth like scalding lava, spewing forth in a torrent of venomous vitriol. I inhale sharply, this is going to hurt like hell.

"Master, be careful! He's strong… and that tongue of his can stretch really far!" Andrew slammed his fist into Black Viper, forcing him backward, though the man's dagger skimmed his wrist in the process. Andrew was caught off guard. 'His tongue can stretch really far? Wait a minute. Isn't that Aspen's signature trick?' Among Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen, it was Aspen who had the most flexible tongue, and he knew that very well. Black Viper licked his dagger with a split, snake-like tongue, cackling. "That last slash? You're gonna feel it real soon! My blade's laced with poison—the more you move, the faster it'll spread. The harder you fight, the quicker you die."

As he observed them repeatedly, his expression began morphing into one of horror. "How… How could this be?" Disbelief overwhelmed him in an instant. "What did you discover, Cassian?" Frank asked immediately. "The poison those victims are inflicted with… It seems to be…" Before Cassian could finish speaking, he noticed Zoey reaching out to touch one of the corpses. He hollered, "Don't touch the corpse!" Startled, Zoey quickly drew back her hand. Then, she looked at Cassian in confusion. Cassian continued seriously, "The poison is extremely dangerous. If my guess is correct, this must be the legendary Devil Trumpet's Kiss."

My eyes travelled down to her marvellous plump lips, that are begging me to have a taste with which each taste changes every bit of my mentality. The taste of her lips is unique that I can't get it from any woman, and most of all - it intoxicate me to devour her lips more until it turns pink. She remain still with her body leaning on me, her glassy ocean blue eyes continue staring at mine. Calling her beautiful is an understatement as words can't express how pretty the Moon Gooddess created her, she could be mistaken for an expensive ornament. Maybe it is the effect of her lips that I have once tasted that is working right now.

“A hat ain’t meant to be a chamber pot, you know. If I was you I’ throw it away. Lippy was so named because his lower lip was about the size of the flap on a saddlebag. He could tuck enough snuff unde it to last a normal person at least a month; in general the lip lived a life of its own, there toward the bottom of his face Even when he was just sitting quietly, studying his cards, the lip waved and wiggled as if it had a breeze blowing across it which in fact it did. Lippy had something wrong with his nose and breathed with his mouth wide open Accustomed as she was to hard doings, it had still taken Lorena a while to get used to the way Lippy slurped when he wa eating, and she had once had

It was now my turn to be horrified instead. My once perfect hair now resembled a nest made by a bird with a severe attention deficit issue. One half of my hair wasn’t as disturbed apart from the part that was in contact with the wall when he’d pressed me to it. But the other half- the half in contact with the devil’s fingers had clearly seen better days. It looked like it had survived two world wars and a zombie apocalypse. Then there were my lips. My oh-so-delicious lips, as Adrian liked to call them, now looked as delicious as a pair of rotten cherries by their swollen appearance with smudged lipstick. Drat! I should’ve used the smudge-proof ones.