Apothecary Diaries Spoilers Novels & Stories

No one pays attention as she tiptoes delicately nor when she fills her pocket with a bunch of colourful pills. With every trip to the kitchen, the hoodie in the corner of the wardrobe fills up with more pills. Althea thanks her past self for being smart enough to keep secret stashes around Harley’s room. Just in case. With the last of her secret drugs in her underwear, Althea waits until she hears Lucius limp out of the room and lock the door behind him. After locking Diaz out of his own room, the raven had received a good beating, leaving him sore and bruised.

Wassa would have seen it as her due since Saffron didn't hold up her end of the bargain and marry the Baron. Saffron held the journal to her chest for a moment before adding it to the bag with the other things. Now she just needed to make it to the market for supplies and she would be gone. She gave the apothecary one last sad look. While her life before Elric was not glamorous or necessarily happy, it was still one she had lived. She supposed she would always feel a twinge of nostalgia of working behind the long counter, mixing tinctures and drying herbs. She smiled sadly and turned to leave.

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

Feeling the heartbeat one after the other and with great force, I turned around, looked back at the dining room and little by little I was walking back to the dining room, there I used to also keep the pills for the nerves, in the same pillbox shaped like a bone. Taking all the garbage in my path, as I reached the dining room, and without thinking, I took the pills, just with saliva. Then I just flopped on the floor, closed my eyes to better focus, but in a few minutes, I felt how little by little I was fading until I fell asleep.

"He wanted me to give this to you. He called it 'The Ledger of Truths.'" Eleanor stared at the journal and she felt really cold. James? What secrets? What had their friend been like? Why did he give it to Alexander? She felt like something was going to happen, something that would change everything she thought she knew.

The officer took the drive and glanced at Leon. The latter's face was now as pale as paper. Sophie was still braying, "So what if you installed a camera? You probably—" "Mom," Leon cut her off, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "Stop talking." Sophie blinked, stunned into silence. I continued, "Officers, that footage captures everything. After I left Grandma's house yesterday, someone used a spare key to get inside. They opened the brand-new bottle of pills I left on the coffee table and swapped out every single tablet."

Far enough that none of them could ever find me. I found a uremia diagnosis report online, edited the name to my own, and sent it straight to the family group chat. On my way home, I added a few drops of eyedrops to the corners of my eyes before stepping through the front door. All three of them were on the couch, discussing something in low voices. When they saw me, my mother came forward, her expression unusually serious. For a moment, I almost thought she was genuinely worried about me. But her next words shattered that illusion.

“It will be done, my lady.” Sandra turned on her heel, her cloak swirling behind her. “Good. I will be watching you closely.” Her attendants followed, leaving the apothecary staring at the treasure, his mind already scheming. ꁞ⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ꁞ Three days later, Lois’s personal physician arrived at the apothecary’s shop as he always did. The man greeted him with an uncharacteristic grin, his hands already presenting neatly packed teas and powdered herbs.

“I want access to the Gray family’s private apothecary and medical archives without any interference. And I want Susan to write a signed confession of what she did to Marcus and do a public apology to me for insulting me.” “What?!” Susan shrieked. “That’s blackmail!” “No,” Ophelia said flatly. “It’s the price.” Grandma looked at her daughter with a heavy gaze, then slowly nodded. “Done.” Susan let out a guttural noise of protest, but the matriarch silenced her with a single glance. Ophelia stepped forward slowly, calm as a glacier, pulled out a slim, pearly vial, and knelt beside Isabella. Her voice dropped to a soft, clinical tone.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...