Apothecary Diaries Light Novel English の小説・ストーリー

Just quiet. His car was spotless, the scent of pine and leather lingering as I buckled in. No evidence of the fight we had in it just two days ago. The apothecary sat at the edge of town, tucked between an old bookstore and a tiny café. Inside, it smelled of dried herbs, honey, and dust. Rows upon rows of tiny jars, labeled with what looked to be duct tape, lined the walls. “Feverroot,” I read aloud from the list.

"We’ll keep him secured." I was already running. The apothecary was tucked between a pawn shop and a tattoo parlor. It was a cramped, dimly lit space that smelled heavily of dried sage, sulfur, and old parchment. Floor-to-ceiling wooden shelves were packed with amber glass jars, hand-labeled tins, and ceramic crocks containing rare roots and preserved organs. Bundles of herbs hung from the rafters, and a thick coating of dust covered everything except for a heavy brass scale on the marble counter.

I picked up the letter and read the gibberish the best I could. “aperi hoc buxum,” I whispered. The box started heating up and I dropped it. It accidentally hit my left foot. It was so painful I fell on the floor. The box shimmered even more and it started ascending three feet in the air. I crawled away from it to the corner of my room. I watched it go two feet higher and get brighter. I closed my eyes, thinking it’s going to blow up. Eventually, I heard a loud thump. I opened my eyes and the box is on the floor. I got up and approached it slowly. The box was open. I dipped my hand in and reached for the content of the box. It looked like a gem, a red gem.

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 felt his hot cum flooding deep inside me. There was so much it leaked out around his cock and ran down my thighs. We collapsed in a sweaty, sticky pile. Cum was oozing from my ruined pussy. Beatrice leaned down and licked it out of me while Daniel watched, his cock already twitching again. I lay there panting, covered in sweat and juices, feeling more sinful and alive than I’d ever felt in my life. Beatrice looked at me with a wicked, satisfied smile and whispered: “Welcome to the other side, Sister.”

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The room was dim until Cain moved past her to light a lamp on the heavy central worktable, and the light spread outward to catch on shelved jars, leather book spines, copper instruments gone green with age. A healer's workshop. She'd never seen one — she'd been too young when the Ashford home burned, and whatever her mother had kept had burned with it. But she'd read about them in the books she'd stolen during her years at Blood Moon. She'd memorised the descriptions: the worktable, the drying racks, the journals, the apothecary organisation of a hundred small jars. This was that. This was exactly that. "How long has this been here?" she heard herself ask.

she whispered, shoulders hunching up around her ears. Julius was rambling about something, but I wasn’t hearing him anymore. I was too focused on the bright pink blush spreading across Allie’s cheeks as she stared at whatever book had caused her reaction. She slowly turned it around so I could see the cover. Ah. Fuck. Milkmaid Diaries: A Dutch Pornstar’s Autobiography. The cover featured exactly what you’d expect from that title – graphic close-ups that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Nothing like accidentally discovering a chronicle of explicit selfies to drive home the point that this was definitely not the cozy library experience she’d been hoping for.

his attention flickered from Jessie to my side. Then he walked to my side and had his hands stuck to his waist with an amusing grin. “You look beautiful, Rain. And what’s that gorgeous cover beside you about?” Before I could react to him, he grabbed the diary I had picked from Pete’s room. He flipped through the page and had his brows creased. “You’re studying herbs and poison?” He scoffed as his eyes flickered to my side then back to the book. “Hmm… this looks intriguing,” he took some steps backward and leaned against the couch behind him.

Dax POV I yawn. Aya cracks an eyelid to glare at me. How she makes it work is truly beyond me. We're sitting in her cramped apothecary. Crystal bottles line the tables, standing like sentries. There's a large hearth just to my right, and a smokeless, impossibly clear flame burns over glowing coal. The smell of sage, incense, and burnt thornbush is thick in the air. Beads tinkle as they're stirred by the breeze. Outside, the sky has darkened to night. An owl hoots from a nearby tree. There's a vague sensation pressing down on my skin, as if trying to push through my pores. It makes Fenrir uncomfortable, but Aya has been my friend for years now and I'm no longer unnerved by the sensation of he