トキシック の小説・ストーリー

Lorenzo Gomez being jealous was just ridiculously impossible. This guy behind me was territorial, yes. But he'd never get jealous over someone or anything for the matter. He's just too full of himself to know that there was no reason to feel that way. Or if he ever got a tinge of what they say jealousy, that was only his bruised ego. Because Lorenzo has an ego as big as the size of the world.

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."

Sienna suspired, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped back into the sofa. “I don’t think you realize, Sienna, that our friend, the one who had her heart broken years ago and has refused to even entertain the idea of dating anyone, has fucked a dangerous and, not to mention, incredibly fucking hot criminal. It’s exciting!” Disregarding the disgusting grimace plastered on Sienna’s face, Anja turned her full attention back to Zoe. “Come on, give me all the deets. How big was it?” “You’re actually disgusting, Anja,” Sienna snapped. “This whole conversation is gross. He kills people. Am I the only one who recognizes how fucked up this is?”

"This shows us not to hand out compassion blindly. Look what happened. An entire family was destroyed." "Am I the only one who feels sorry for the husband? He was sick, but his wife wouldn't give him money for treatment. She even took a fugitive on a trip through the Western Continent, and in the end, he couldn't even keep the money for his cemetery plot." "That woman's death was quite satisfying too, that's what I say! Her toxic compassion killed her husband. She deserved it." On the day Wyatt was sentenced to death, a friend came to my grave with a bouquet of flowers and told me the news.

In the end, I settled for a bottle of Spirytus Rektyfikowany, and yanking off the cover, I put it to my lips and drank. I choked, my eyes tearing up and my throat on fire as I struggled to breathe, but I loved the difference between the pain it brought and those of Blake's. He was like an itch, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get him off. The littlest thing he did set off something in me, I got territorial, possessive, manic. He was driving me insane.

“Oh, Orion. You’re always so serious. It’s kind of hot, you know.” “Hot? Like you didn’t call our bond disgusting and sick before you rejected it,” I growl, and his smirk briefly slips. I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to slam his head through the wall. Every damn word out of his mouth is like a spark to my already short fuse, and he knows it. He’s baiting me, pushing me closer to the edge, and I’m dangerously close to snapping. “You think this is funny?” I press harder, my wolf pacing beneath my skin, eager to rip him apart. “I’m not here to play games, Zane.”

The druggist only sighs and nodded but deep down she knew he was up to something because the drug Acetaminophen was regularly used for pain relief and was considered to be the most dangerous in this store due to its potential to cause liver damage and toxicity. "How much for this" "500 yen" Kazuma took out the cash and handed it over to the blonde before walking out of the store with a grin on his face… Renji who left school after escorting that to board a taxi home has always been scared of driving. since she refused to learn her parents decide not to buy her a car or even employ a driver to take her wherever she want, this was a lesson for her to learn how to drive or keep onboarding taxis

I said, biting my lip to stop myself from crying. I can feel them, and they are in so much pain. Angeline said, full of sadness in her voice. "This is bad," Tia said in her anxious voice. "What's wrong?" I asked with a trembling voice. "It's the Aconite, the most toxic wolfsbane."