Your Lips Are Venomous Poison Mga Nobela at Kwento

She brushes her fingertips across her lips, shaking the feeling off seconds later, pulling her hand up to the moonlight for us to see her skin pink and irritated. “Stings,” she says, her voice quiet and shy. “It’s poison.” “Poison?” I growl. “Are you sure?” “I may have dabbled in my own potions and poisons once.” She shakes her head, assessing her fingertips again, still burning red with heat. “This is a blood poison. It’s meant to kill slowly but it’s not incurable.” “Tell me how to fix it,” I say, begging. “And hurry, she’s stopped breathing.”

She shuddered when his rough knuckles caressed her vertical lips spreading them. All this time Leonardo has zeroed his gaze on the rim of her pink core. It looks beautiful. Considering his past encounters with different women, her intact vertical lips and the crimped border of her core gives him an idea that she hadn't bedded multiple times with that fucker of her boyfriend. And with that again his mind polluted with jealousy. Murderous intentions swirling in his head.

“I'm ready.” Another lollipop materialized. The moment Draken’s lollipop hit my tongue, I wanted to spit it back out. It wasn’t sweet anymore—if it ever had been. It was bitter, metallic, and thick like blood, like tar. It was something that shouldn’t belong in anyone’s mouth. My throat tried to close on it and spit it out but Draken’s hand on my jaw forced me to swallow. The moment it slid down, heat and ice battled inside me. The poison returned.

"Fangs of a vampire, eyes of a wolf, " "Skin of a dog, veins of a bull, " "Juice of a toad, wing of a vulture, " "Beak of an ostrich, whisker of a lion" "Tail of a rat, nails of a man," "Intestine of a crocodile, neck of a camel." "All mixed together as a steamy broth." "For an evil spell, " "To meet hades in hell, " "The demons have now escaped from hell," "Hop, hop is the sound,"

With a feral snarl, Louis ripped out her throat. Her body slumped to the ground, her lifeless eyes still open. Louis swallowed down the thick taste of blood, his vision burning red as he turned toward the enemy wolves— And charged.

“It’s a rare kind of beauty. An explosion of the Goddess’ creation, a fine gem under the sunlight, wolfsbane is meant to kill me and the irony is, wolfsbane has always made me stronger instead of killing me. You are my wolfsbane” I don’t give her time to digest the information. I take what the Goddess handed to me with greedy lips. She groans. I explore every inch of those soft lips that feel like clouds and my head is gone. She tastes like she smells. Purity, sunshine, rainbows, all the mellow stuff little pups dream about. Her body fits into my big hands. Her hair feels like silk under my thumb pads. The moment her lips open for me my arm bands around her waist, and I drag her against me.

Horror creeps into my mind, my heart, and my face. My smudged lipstick, completely gone. My lips red and almost swollen. His teeth marks on my lower lip. He almost drew blood. Fuck. What have I done? DANTE If someone told me I'd be in heaven today, I would have said it was a lie. Her lips are like honey and milk. She's everything I've ever wanted but never knew I needed. And fuck, her body, her skin, is fire and water and everything in between. Burning me, yet keeping me cool at the same time.

The moon goddess herself descended down to earth. Only to love me… to be with me She became my dream girl. As I dreamt only in her presence. She is the fire who scorched me affectionately. And I let my heart char in her hands intentionally. Her shiny glossed lips Are two-line poem mix When she wet them with her tongue That sight makes me go drunk. She is the vixen I intend to marry. An enemy who tastes like cherry Her body is like a deep ocean. And I drown inside her with no intention

I grinded my teeth in spite. Before I could process my next thought,my father's hard hands came lunching a heavy slap across my face.The taste of rusted metal corrupted my tongue,I reached my face to see my lip had been torn with blood gushing out. "I AM YOUR FATHER! I OWN YOU! you don't get to talk to me that way!!" My father screamed to my face. My head banged so loud like I had be hit head first with a frisbee.