Apothecary Diaries Fanfic 소설 & 이야기

Then, the heavy oak door groaned inward on rusted hinges, revealing a pitch-black interior that smelled overwhelmingly of dried nightshade, crushed beetles, and old copper. "State your business, or leave your fingers on the threshold," a voice rasped from the gloom—flat, ancient, and utterly devoid of warmth. "We are looking for an apothecary who deals in illicit soul-binding reagents," Thalen said smoothly, stepping across the threshold without waiting for an invitation. "Bold," the voice cackled, a dry, rattling sound like dead leaves scraping across flagstones. "Or profoundly stupid. Step into the light so I can see what kind of arrogant fools wander into Madame Kaelin’s cellar after midn

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She looked away, her silence speaking volumes. Disgusted by both mother and daughter, I got up and headed upstairs to my study. I went to the drawer where Diana said the journal was hidden. I reached forward, pulling it open. Inside were neatly arranged documents. I stared at them for a moment, wondering what was in there, and began to read. I hadn't even finished the first page when my stomach churned with disgust. She had highlighted the places for me to read, and my eyes scanned through one passage: I’ve been taking the wolf's bane in small doses, just enough to endure Asher. He started touching me more, and it is the most irritating feeling ever.

"Day 156: Had to beg for pain herbs again. The healer looked so sad. I hate pity." "Day 178: Saw Mother shopping with Vivian. They were laughing. I'm glad she's happy, at least." "Day 200: Found my old wolf plushie in the trash. Someone threw it out. Like me." Mother clutched the diary tighter. "Day 245: They're preparing for Vivian's ceremony. The crystal platform is beautiful. Exactly what I dreamed of for my ceremony."Asked Father for money today. For cloth. He called me worthless. Maybe he's right."

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Valor massaged his neck and continued. “Because of that, we became so busy we barely have time for each other. But I often send her letters and pictures. Every time she replies, I set the piled files aside and focus on her letters. There was a time when Aparctias faced tough trouble, so Meredith did not send replies to my thirty-one letters. So after a month, instead of letters inside the envelope with the scent of her favorite perfume, I received a thick notebook with everything she wanted to tell me. No, it was her diary with things she desired to tell me, things she experienced, and decisions she made. But there was one page with only three words written. ‘I’m sick today.’ That page has t

The frames of my round-rimmed glasses cracked as the weight of her heels came down on my cheek, squashing my skull into the soft earth. I squirmed helplessly on the field. As an omega, I stood no chance against the Pack beauty's claws. "Dearest diary," Cathy continued, "Today is day 987, I watched him eat frosty chocolate out of the pint. He loves frosty chocolates in secret. I wish he'd eat it off my nipples..." Again, their little group of friends jeered. Fully entertained. "Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?"

so I stepped inside. I also needed his stethoscope so I just went straight to his drawer to get one. He always had extra, only for me to find a journal inside which was weird because Wyatt wasn’t the kind of person to write in a journal. I did not mean to touch it but when I saw the name written on it, I had no choice than to touch it. I opened it to see that they were full of scribbles about me and him. A student had written down his fantasies about the both of us.

"Oh shit, what the fuck is that?!" We detached ourselves and opened my door that we realized was cracked open. On the floor with her pants down, shirt up, two fingers in her pussy and a hand on her tit sat my sister. " hehe.... Hi Mich.... Jasper..." Oh Diary.... I'll be right back. Becca is touching herself again.

“Let it watch. We’ve faced worse.” They found themselves before a small apothecary, its windows dark but for a single candle flickering in the depths. Aria pushed the door open, the bell above it chiming softly. The air inside was thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment, shelves lined with jars of powdered roots and vials of murky liquids. An old man stood behind the counter, his spectacles perched on the tip of his nose, his gaze sharp despite the wrinkles framing his eyes. “Welcome,” he said, his voice a rasp. “What brings you to my humble shop?”