Apothecary Diaries Spoilers Novels & Stories

A small, easy breath left him. Then he opened the diary again and turned the page. “Alright,” he muttered. “Let’s see what’s next.” ______ Episode 8 – The Serial Cheater The air in the dimly lit hotel bar was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and spilled whiskey, but Marcus breathed it in like it was pure oxygen. At a corner table, he leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass as he watched her.

My steps are slow and reverent as I enter, drinking in every detail. A broad wooden table dominates the center, its surface clear except for a leather mat and a marble mortar set to the side. All around it, elegant black shelves stretch from floor to ceiling, each one filled to bursting with neat rows of labeled jars, vials, and apothecary bottles. Dried herbs hang in fragrant bundles from exposed beams. Shimmering apparatuses... still, flasks, retorts, alembics... are arranged meticulously beside tiny glass droppers and rows of tincture bottles.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Chad even suspected that his divorce from Matilda might have been a scheme implemented by the Saffronesians through Jojo to get him, a disciple of Rowan, to find clues about the Worldly Medicine manuscript. Chad felt a sense of urgency, so he returned to the Hall of Herbs after helping Fifi. As soon as he walked in, he noticed that the men in black had also ransacked the hall. Fortunately, Chad had hidden the important items under the bed in the alchemy room; the Saffronesians did not discover them. Chad was in no mood to tidy up. He opened the door to the alchemy room and entered. "Sir, Mr. Yato ascended. The operation has failed!"

"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.

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.

For the first time since I’d met him… He looked unsettled. And that tiny crack in his composure? It sent a thrill straight through me. Maybe breaking Professor Jeff’s perfect discipline wouldn’t be as impossible as everyone thought. Maybe all it took… Was a little patience and the right kind of temptation. I leaned back in my chair, pretending to read while secretly watching him from the corner of my eye. Yes. This was definitely getting interesting. Step two: temptation planted

I searched through all his properties then I froze when my eyes landed on a fancy diary. My hands skimmed over the surface and I opened it to find out that this wasn't just a diary but like a medical book with Descriptions of flowers, plants, and herbs with their disadvantages, benefits, and poisonous properties. Fascinated by my discovery, I shoved the book in my trousers and continued to search for the bracelet. I gave up since I couldn't find the bracelet and I sneaked out of his room, back to my room to go through the book. Was Pete ever a medical doctor?

A copy of a transaction record—an unauthorized shipment of rare herbal compounds traced to a private apothecary in North Dominion territory. Ordered by Lord Kirk. My father’s oldest ally. A man who had once sworn on his life to protect me. He poisoned him. Made him too weak to fight. To defend. To lead. And when the attack came… My father hadn’t stood a chance. The datapad slipped from my hands and hit the table with a dull thud. Kael, who had been silently reviewing security footage, looked up sharply. “What is it?” I swallowed the scream clawing up my throat and handed him the documents.

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?”