Your Lips Are Venomous Poison Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes and put her hands on him, trying to figure out the type of poison he had. Then I heard her chanting in Latin, surprising me. Lunam potestate vires aquae et cessavit ventus. Hoc ne malum venenum relinquam in vobis, ex animo et corpore. (The power of the moon and the sun, the forces of the water and the wind. Let this evil poison in you leave, from your body and your mind). Suddenly the poison started to leave his body in a purple cloud, disappearing in the air. Eliphas’ body stood still after all of it left his body.

His lips… argghhh I don’t want to lust over those glossy and crimson pouty lips! I badly need to confess and beg for the lord's guidance. I think I am enchanted by evil spirits. A spirit that could make me tremble, pissed off, and thrilled.

Isaac and Varen’s mage had concocted my poisonous lipstick using nightshade, powdered viper fang, and some ancient magical root that Isaac hadn’t even heard of. I was skeptical about using it, but they had also created a protective coating that I had to apply to my lips before putting on the lipstick. It neutralized the effects of the poison as long as I didn’t slip up. A single smudge on my bare skin and the venom would spread through my bloodstream in seconds, killing me before my next breath. “Stupid Varen.” I muttered under my breath, “He just had to become a fucking arsonist.” “Oh, my bad. Was I interrupting your little date?” A new voice slithered into the room, sounding like ice water

My voice drops an octave with a dangerous warning. “Figures…” A wet, rattling cough shakes his frame, but he pushes through it, his voice dropping to a slur. “She has… her mother’s gene. Venomous.” He licks his cracked lips, his eyes gleaming with malice. “No man… can resist… a vixen like that.” Disgust crawls up my throat just as my grip on the knife tightens. Hearing him speak about her using with that tone of perversion feels like I’m letting him touch her. It feels like I’m letting him defile her just by letting him speak.

"The poison was potent. If I had taken a single bite of that dessert, I would have been long dea mmmph!" The man pinned her back to the glass window of the car, his lips crashing into hers as his hand grabbed her neck, harsh and rough, he was as violent as he could be as he smooched her softness, sucking the moisture out of her lips. His teeth dug into her bottom lips as the soft skin cracked, blood gushing out of it. The metallic taste spread into their mouths but he did not stop there as he lowered his lips slowly peppering feathery kisses before his lips hovered above her neck.

All what he had learnt from his father’s notes, all what he had thought himself would finally show. He got his device and filled it with a total of five bottles. “What do they do?” Karou asked. “I specialize in all types of poisons and toxins. You can’t have that in a real gun so I had to manufacture my own kind of weapons”. “Looks fancy” Megumi said. The needle came out and he pierced the first guy in the neck and went over to rest. Needles changed of course. He was in a gang, his sense of hygiene didn’t have to go with it. He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose.

My voice came out hoarse, barely making a sound. "Moonshade Venom? What's that?" Ryan asked with a frown, making me lean against him for support. I wrapped my hands around his torso, burying my face in his sides as tears threatened to fall from my face. "It's very dangerous—just as potent as Wolfsbane. It's a rare poison breed from nocturnal plants under a blood moon. Both him and his wolves are in danger," he hesitated, pausing. I raised my head immediately, brows shooting up and nostrils flared as I braced for his next words.

And slowly she rubbed the poisoned lipstick on her lips, jamming it together. There was someone who loved kíssing her lips more than anything in the world.

"Forgive me." I bent over her chest, pressing my lips against the punctures. My mouth closed around the wound, and I drew in a deep, sharp breath, sucking hard. The bitter, acrid tang of venom filled my mouth instantly, burning my tongue, scorching down his throat. I gagged, spitting the vile substance onto the ground before plunging back again. Again and again, I sucked at the wound, drawing out the poison, spitting it onto the leaves, wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve. Each mouthful felt worse than the last-foul, metallic, tinged with her blood. But I refused to stop.

His vile lips descended, a suffocating weight that brutally assaulted mine, a possessive and forceful violation. This time, I was ready for his vile tactics. The memory of our last encounter, of his smug victory, was a bitter lesson I had learned well. I didn’t make the foolish mistake of gasping in shock, of offering him any weakness. I kept my lips pressed firmly shut, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. But it didn't matter. He pried my lips open with his tongue, a cold, slimy invasion that made my stomach churn and a wave of nausea threaten to overwhelm me.