Apothecary Diaries Fanfic Novels & Stories

Once fear had seeped away, I'd been all too aware of his hands on my ass and the strength of his arms holding me. With a small groan, I slumped back into my chair. As glad as I was that Deacon and I were enjoying a little peace, I was beginning to wonder if it had been safer for both of us when we'd been at odds. But who was I kidding? At war or not, I couldn't stop thinking about the delectable Dr. Foxy . . . and the more I got to know him, the more I knew I was in trouble.

He smiled, looking at me as if he was photographing me with his eyes, and my gaze slipped rapidly over his body. "On second thought, I think I should postpone my meeting." "Don't you dare," I laughed, and his mouth covered mine hungrily, sending new spirals of ecstasy through me. When Axton left for his business, I headed to the library, taking in the vast space filled with books, my eyes scanning the titles and spines. Noticing a black-covered diary, I stopped as my curiosity was piqued. I reached out for the diary, blowing dust off the cover, and when I saw Xavier's name on it, my interest deepened. I opened it, flipped through the pages, and saw the handwriting of a child.

He’s so easy to manipulate when he’s nostalgic. Day 12: She’s getting suspicious. I need to ramp up the symptoms. Fainting spell tomorrow? My hands shook as I turned the pages. It was all there. The calculation. The malice. But a diary could be dismissed as venting or fiction. Elise could claim she was writing a novel. I needed something physical. Something medical. I put the diary back and turned to the nightstand. The three pill bottles were there. Digoxin. Warfarin. Furosemide.

After years of vials and tests, needles had become routine a mechanical surrender that required no bravery. Darren hadn’t come with me. He had stopped coming long ago: first one missed appointment, then another, then a steady absence that became explanation enough. Once he argued, once he made plans with me. Now he ruled his nights and left me to mine. I left the healer’s chamber clutching a folded scrap of paper that felt lighter than it should. The wind in the corridor smelled of pines and the distant smoke of torches. When I crossed the threshold into the servant wing, Diana was waiting exactly where she always waited — as predictable as the tide, as faithful.

he flipped again, multiple pages this time. “15/10/98 Dear Diary, I met this guy, I love… his name is Jade, Jade Ogr---” tears rolled down my eyes, he wasn’t letting me ready anything. “12/12/2000 Dear Diary, I’m blessed with a baby girl, a daughter, she’ll call me mom---” “Fuck you, let me see it…” it wasn’t forged at all, and even if it was, I didn’t want to believe otherwise. My eyes shedding tears, as many as possible, he closes it right in front of my eyes. “Do you… still not want it?”

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.

After preparing everything they needed for the concoction of the Flask de Amore the group started the concoction process. On the other hand, Audrey watched in the side while her friends went on the procedure listed in their Apothecary book, one step at a time. From time to time, she will point out where her friends have erred in the concoction process. Somehow, Audrey was starting to develop a certain inclination to Apothecary. It was like Apothecary is a perfect cut for her. The way she handles the mystical plants and other ingredients as well as the way she explains each of the concocting processes was so natural. She was like an agile butterfly hovering over a garden of flowers when she w

But the second Apoethcry had such a strong concentration of poison inside. A few changes between different dimensions lead to all kinds of things. "It cannot hurt to let him try." The second Apothecary said. He was a very trusting person. Ren stepped over and grabbed his hands slowly. With a slight prick, the young man's skin with both hands were cut open. On his face, he kept his composure. "See, nothing bad brother. I feel better already."

"I need to make dinner for Toby. Please leave, Chief Healer Evan." Evan left. Before he went, he said, "I don't agree to dissolving our mate bond. I'll be back." I didn't pay heed to it, simply turning around and going back to slicing luncheon meat for Toby. … I began my studies in advanced apothecary in my days living in the werewolf kingdom. Now, I no longer had to deal with the hypocritical colleagues at the healing center, and no one was secretly drugging me. My mood improved considerably, and I started spending more time with Toby. Little by little, he forgot the unhappy past and made plenty of new friends at the pup academy.

And worst of all, he was holding my diary. My heart slammed against my ribs. The diary was private — pages filled with my thoughts, my fears, my confusion about the mate bond, the new abilities, and everything I had never told anyone. Seeing it in his hands made my stomach drop. Without thinking, I lurched forward immediately, aiming to grab it from his hand. My bare feet slipped slightly on the damp floor, and instead of reaching the diary, I ended up falling straight into his arms. My towel loosened, slipping down one shoulder as I landed against his chest. My hair was still wet, strands sticking to my neck and shoulders, and my skin glistened from the shower. The sudden closeness between