Apothecary Diaries Fanfic Novels & Stories

Diane replied almost comically as she cocked her head inquisitively. "It is a type of abortion powder. One such as this is pure and highly effective... Were you trying to get an abortion Miss Diane?" the man asked as he folded the paper and handed it back to Diane. "...! N... NO! I... didn't even know about this... how..." Diane replied, offended by what the apothecary said. ***

There was no letter inside, only a delicate sandalwood box. He opened the box. Inside lay a yellowed diary. Kieran recognized this diary. It was what Aurora wrote every day when she first joined the Nocturne family. Kieran opened the diary. "May 8th. Kieran looked at me today. Even though he was frowning, I was so happy. I have to work hard to make the best perfumes, so he'll see me in a new light." "August 22nd. Drawing blood hurts so much. But Kieran said it's to save Seraphina, for the family. As long as it helps him, I can endure any pain."

The air was filled with the smell of antiseptic, and the fluorescent lights were a little harsh. He paced back and forth, gripping Nova’s diary in his hands. It wasn't much but it was pretty much all he had left of her memories. The leather cover was worn from years of use, the edges slightly curled, as if it had been opened and read a thousand times before. Inside, her handwriting danced across the pages, memories of their time together, thoughts of their son, Xavier, and wishes for the future she feared she might not have. Zephyr swallowed hard as he skimmed through one of the entries.

Duncan shouted. Dingo narrowed his eyes at the statement. “This ‘useless quack’ has been providing your lover with these drugs under your name. Even after revealing this fact to you just yesterday, as far as I can see, you still think Ashley is truly ill, and not faking it. Furthermore, you don’t seem to believe that she has been provided such poison. I don’t know exactly what it is that she told you that made you so gullible as to believe her again, but between that witch and Herbvakus? The ‘quack’ apothecary is actually willing to cooperate with us? How much longer are you going to be in denial with this, boy? How much longer do you wish to make a fool out of yourself? Out of our family?”

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.

Hannah I pushed open the door to the apothecary, the little bell above tinkling against the glass as I stepped inside. The familiar scent of dried herbs and crushed botanicals filled my nostrils, somehow both soothing and making my stomach twist with anxiety. “Good morning,” the elderly man behind the counter greeted me with a warm smile. “What can I do for you today, Miss?” Clutching the small paper sack containing one of my diet pills, I approached the counter—wearing a surgical mask and some sunglasses to hide my identity.

Yet no matter what I said, he insisted Blaise’s creation was an atrocity, and refused to listen to reason. What’s worse, no matter how many ways I try to win him, Bastien seems immune to my charms. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t remember Selene, he seems no closer to falling in love with me now than he did seven years ago. Striding into the dim hole-in-the-wall where my friend, the apothecary, conducts his business, I look around and fight not to turn my nose up at the dirty shop. The bell above the door chimes shrilly, and a disembodied voice sounds from the back of the store, “Just a minute!”

David's snoring in the bed beside me, oblivious to what had happened. His arm slung over the pillow where my head should be. But I'm here, in the dim glow of my phone screen, scribbling this out in my diary, because if I don't, it'll eat me alive. Today wasn't just a slip; it was a dive, headfirst into something I've been circling for months. Or years, if I'm honest. ***** At Zephyra Art Gallery, I didn't just let it happen. I started it. Me. Poppy. The good wife, the one who packs David's lunch with snacks, fruit and love notes. What the hell is wrong with me?

TRINITY I place the two suitcases on my bed when I notice Saph is flipping pages of my floral printed diary that I wrote when I was in high school. I haven’t seen that diary since I started dating Oli. “Saph, where did you get that?” Saph is lying on her stomach, propping her elbows with her eyes fixed on my diary on her hands. When I ask her to give it to me, but she doesn’t even look at me. Instead, she continues reading and flipping pages as if she’s so hooked up reading a romance novel.

He asks while hugging me. "That sounds nice." He kisses me goodbye and I watch him get into his car. He starts the engine and drives away. I miss him already. I sigh and unlock the door walking in. "Mom, I'm home!" I see her come out come out from the living room already in her pyjamas. She must've been waiting for me to get back before going to bed. "How was the date honey? You two had fun, I hope." She asks. "Yep, and we did the Mending spell. It was easier than I originally thought."