Your Lips Are Venomous Poison Mga Nobela at Kwento

Beguiling, I knew, he was luring me as he promised something with his lips nobody could ever make me feel. He bit my lip a bit harder but I was flowing in his aura; I was captivated, completely submitted to his touch. He held my face tilting a little. I gave him full permission to shatter me. A new experience; An amazing one. His lips were like sugar rush, just like a candy on my tongue; sweet and fascinating. I wanted every drop of this potion, like liquid velvet, he was enchanting and I couldn’t stop. I wanted him in my system like alcohol only to intoxicate my core.

As she mumbled something beneath her breath, the words she spoke were filled with venom. Her teeth were being aggressively mashed together as she clenched her jaws hard and did so. The previously charming aura that she gave off has morphed into an obnoxious and upsetting vitality to be around. I bit down hard on the lower part of my lip, and I could feel the sharp pain of my teeth as they dug into the fragile tissue. My thoughts were racing, and coming up with an answer seemed as difficult as trying to find your way through molasses.

“Looks like a nice rouge, but add some water, shake, throw, and you have a pretty compact bomb.” Holding a tube of lipstick, she uncaps the bottom, dumping a powder onto the small table. “Wolfsbane, aconite, and powderize silver. It’ll kill most, and if not, it’s going to put them down on their ass for a few hours.”

Let me see your face, belladonna. He pried my hands away from my body. I opened my eyes to see my body covered in bluish and crimson blood. It was nothing but a sight of horror. The golden serpents were all chopped into pieces. The liquids that covered me were probably their blood and venom. Nauseous discomfort bubbled from my stomach to my throat. Releasing my wrists, Ruin brushed his thumb across my lips. The venom on his glove smeared over his own lips as he kissed his thumb.

I've seen different men but he is different, actually everything about him is different. Those lips are soo soft and moist with the color of light pink . He got some beautiful full lips. Those lips with the mustache around them a little with his strong jaw line is like divine. I wonder how his lips feel on mine. I mentally scold myself that I don't want to feel or talk about his lips again. But when is around me I'm completely forgetting for what purpose I'm in, and what I'm about to do..!

His eyes shone with cruelty — a reflection of his damaged soul. “Did you think you could ever leave me? Huh? YOU. THOUGHT. YOU. COULD. LEAVE. ME?!” His voice rang sharp and venomous. Venomns only harm you if you comsumed tgem and boy, did I consume his venom. “You’re mine. Always mine. If I can't have you…If I won't have you, no one else can! And no one else will!” “No!” My voice rang out loud while I slowly backed away . My feet tangled and the ground stretched like tar. “I’m not yours—I was never your and I will never be yours!” My voice poured like an antidote hoping to remedy this venom.

The early morning light streaming through the windows illuminated his face, and for the first time, i saw him clearly. My world tilted on its axis. My eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, i forgot to breathe. The dim morning light breaking through the windows highlighted the sharp angles of his face, making him look like a chiseled sculpture. His eyes, a deep shade of green, sparkled with amusement, and his lips curved into a gentle smile.

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.

Within the darkness of his eyes, currents and volcanoes had consumed me for many days. "I felt like a widow without them." As he tugged my hair firmly, he hissed with a tremor. A sly smile split the lips that had long been familiar with sorrow. "My lioness, you're insulting me indirectly." When I pushed my lips closer to his mouth, he ran his wet tongue over it. The gesture made an unpleasant moisture gather between my sacred petals. "Do I deserve punishment from you, then?" He parted his lips for air as though I were suffocating him.

’ Darius’s deep voice echoes in my head from so long ago. ‘Corbin should have his fill and make sure to send her back to me for conditioning each time he's done. She must learn that she is nothing more and nothing less than what we make her. I will ensure she becomes the Venenum.’ Venenum. Poison Venom. It's true. That's what I am. I am the Poison, a living weapon. And I've been through shit that these three assholes can't even fucking imagine. They never would have survived a single day of my life in Tophet, so why am I holding back?