Your Lips Are Venomous Poison Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sliding it in between my lips, I squeezed my eyes tightly, savoring the metallic taste that spread across my taste bud. “I taste so delicious, now I can't wait to see how you all will taste'' I struck hard into the first palm tied to the chair, an animalistic scream bolting out of his mouth. “Tell me…” I pulled it hard, digging it into his legs, blood gushing out right into my face. The poison made them weak, barely able to lift a finger. They will fill their insides churning endlessly, only to stop for a while before it started all over again.

And looking at the lips, he swallowed a dry mouth. He said in an intoxicated voice, sliding his thumb on Calista's lips, "And this pair of lips of yours, it burns me the most. I am always defeated by it. I can't control myself when I look at your luscious pink lips. Like I still can't."

came a familiar feminine voice dripping with malice. Lana appeared in my line of sight, her red lips stretching into a cruel smile. “How do you like the taste of wolfbane?” Wolfbane? Had she poisoned me with wolfbane? That explained the symptoms I was experiencing. She reached for my chin, her touch making my skin crawl. I wanted to free myself from her grasp, but I felt paralysed. I couldn’t even move my head. “It works so well, doesn’t it?” she purred. “It puts puny insects like you where you belong.” She gave my jaw a painful squeeze before letting go.

he commanded, tipping it toward my lips. I twisted away, spitting at him, but he tightened his grip on my chin, his fingers bruising. "You don’t have a choice," he growled, pouring the elixir into my mouth. It burned as it went down, thick and bitter, choking me as I coughed and gagged. He clamped my mouth shut, forcing me to swallow, and I felt it hit my stomach like a stone. My body convulsed as the venom in my leg clashed violently with whatever he’d given me. Heat exploded inside me, coursing through my veins, and my vision swam.

He must have seen the moment I realized, because another cold smiled twisted at the corner of his lips again as he raised another hand to trace my lower lip. "I'm fascinated my it." He said simply, as if we were continuing a former conversation. "Fascinated by what?" I choked out as the tears gathered in my eyes. "You're lips. They're always so soft, the color unusual to find even with all the lipsticks in the world -- like cherries, and they taste of sweet nectar." "The man's the poet!" I choked out through my teary eyes, but he chose to ignore my sarcasm. "Oh I could give Shakespeare run for his money trust me." He replied calmly, then lowered his lips to mine once again.

The malice was dripping out of the words like poison injected into a vein every syllable like a tiny death knell tolling the end of our agreement. Things changed very fast within the conversation, with tension rolling up at alarming rate with each moving minute; like stormy weather brewing on horizon-dark clouds gathering and rumbling thunder at some distance. "You can't try that," was all she spat back after me in a low voice, menacing, like a snake hissing in the dark, its venomous fangs bared and ready to strike. That sound sent shivers down my spine. Words were adding to a toxic mixture of anger and indignation as each syllable dripped with venom, like a poison being injected into our fr

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

was all Rosalie said. “What did you do?” Ari asks. “I created a new poison. And I didn’t have anyone to test it out on. So I gave it to Roman with a note to warn him not to go looking for Nightshade...” “Jesus fucking Christ!” Ari roars before hanging up on Rosalie.

Gabriel’s breath hitches and he stands straight as I roughly push myself away from him, taking a step back, wiping my cyanide-coated fingertips against the fabric of the apron. “Thanks for providing me a room with so many beauty supplies,” I say, quite casual, as his breath starts to come short. “The petroleum jelly is very useful for chapped lips and…” I wave my fingertips at him. “Keeping poisons from entering through the skin.” “You bitch,” he rasps, stumbling back, oxygen already starting to fail him. “Have – have you killed me?”

My lips curl greedily as I think about the new kind of poison tantalizing my thoughts. “Soon, farfalla,” I growl under my breath, making my mind up. “Soon, I’ll show you what I do to those who defy me.”