Apothecary Diaries Fanfic Novels & Stories

Sophia said. Damien nodded as he took the pill. Sophia saw the diary as she pretended to close the curtains and grabbed it. “I'd return the tray and you can rest now” She replied. Damien nodded as she left, closing the door gently behind her. He thought of Ava's words, truly the pills didn't seem to be doing anything as there was no improvement. He got up to look at the diary Ava had kept for him but it was nowhere to be found. He checked the wardrobe and underneath the bed but nothing was there.

Lucas said. Fuck. I ran a hand through my hair and cut off all eye contact with them because the more they stared at me, like predators did with their prey, the hotter my body became. This secret wasn’t just anything … This secret involved these four wolves in front of me. “Come on,” Lucas said impatiently. “It can’t beth at bad.” “Okay, okay,” I started, taking a deep breath and lowering my voice to a mere whisper. “I have a diary with all my sexual fantasies written within the pages.”

I was going to know about it. “I don’t know, Alpha… Truly…” The apothecary said, when I asked him about the poison from that time. “You have records, don’t you?” “Yes, but –” “Then I will see those.” The apothecary sputtered. “Records from that long ago are deeply buried. It will take me time to uncover them.” I signaled some of my guard to stay behind. “My soldiers will assist you in this task,” I said. Though their help finding the records was only part of their job.

He wouldn’t have minded, but Amira had a rocking body that most men liked to look at. However, Rhys could not see any lustful gazes. They were all respectful, following him as he ventured into the apothecary. They were greeted by a vast, open atrium where sunlight streamed through a colossal glass dome adorned with stained-glass depictions of mythical creatures and alchemical symbols. The air was filled with the rich aroma of herbs, spices, and exotic botanicals, creating an intoxicating blend of scents that wafted through the space.

I sat on a bench and watched people go by, bustling around the city streets to get some things in the market or simply enjoying the lovely spring weather. A deep sadness overcame me when I looked at the empty seat beside me, remembering the special moment when Diana opened up to me about her childhood with her brother. I looked at the sky to change my mind and prevent tears from falling. I missed her terribly. There wasn’t a day that I didn’t think of her, especially when I went to the apothecary store and saw all the herbs and medicine. The mortar sitting on the table that the store owner used to crush the dried flowers had me feeling lightheaded. I remembered Diana sitting on a chair, her

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

I opened it, and my eyes widened as I saw a collection of diaries and pictures. The diaries were old, the pages yellowed with age. I began to read, and what I found shocked me. The diaries were old, the pages yellowed with age. I began to read, and what I found shocked me. The diaries belonged to Seth, and they told a story of Seth and Vee on the run from the warlocks.

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.