Auntie Ethel Potions Novels & Stories

I placed my hands on my hips while raising my brow at my best friend, who was rather busy following her witch aunt instead of explaining this little abracadabra her witch aunt did to me. "Sorry about this, Jaque. I will tell you everything when we find the herbs that can save all three of us, especially you!" She took a glance at me but for just quite a bit and then went back to rummaging through the boxes and cupboards in this kitchen. "Aunt, what's it look like again?" Huh?! Kelly was looking for something that she didn't even know the form. "It's in a small bottle. It's a chili powder with crushed cinnamon and petals of rose and orchids inside!" Her aunt Anya replied without looking at he

He didn't move and just froze for a moment I thought that someone had called him on the mind link as his handsome face moved closer to me. “I wanted to remember things and now I think that your Aunt has given me a very effective potion.” I gasped for breath when the word potion reach my understanding. “What kind of potion was that and did it work? My Aunt makes a lot of those for trials and we did not prove that everything she does works.”

Madame Poly led us back to the front door of their home. She went out and got the potions that Aunt Louisa had requested, and she didn't let us see a single one of them. “Do you understand, Avy, that if you try to look at the potions, you will suffer a horrible consequence?” I, of course, nodded. “We will do as you request, Madame Poly. Thank you very much for these. We shall forward your greetings to Aunt Louisa.” She gave a single nod and smile.

she said with a sweet voice before leaving me in the room. I looked at the corner of the room where there sat newly bought porcelain dolls. I grimaced at the image of them creepily standing on the corner. I never really was the kind who loved dolls. I only had my dog, Charlotte, and that was enough. I stood up from the couch and started roaming around the manor. Looking for a thing that I could use to pass by. While looking, I stumbled upon a maid who was carrying biscuits. “Miss Revington, do you need anything?” she asked politely.

Ora’s POV I have so many questions. But Aunt Jo looks like hell. She must be in shock, as she’s incapable of speaking. Instead of bombarding her, I decided to shut up and help her. Whenever I was sick as a child, Aunt Jayne would bring me a glass of cold water, something plain to eat, and one of her elixirs. The potion won’t help Aunt Jo if she’s pregnant. But the food and drink might. “I’ll be right back,” I told my aunt. I rushed down the hallway, heading toward the kitchen. Maybe a piece of plain toast. It doesn’t have a strong smell.

The morning sun filtered through the windows of Calista's home, casting a golden glow across the room. The herbs and roots the maids had gathered the day before were now carefully simmering in a large pot on the stove, the scent of the healing potion filling the air with an earthy, soothing aroma. I was deep in concentration, making sure the brew was prepared just as my mother had taught me. It had to be perfect. Calista and I were counting on it.

she whispered. She did. It was the same blend that had nearly killed Old Man Robinson her in her past life. The one Seth had used to poison his own grandfather in order to frame her. It had no known antidote. Except the one she had discovered… too late. Rosa raced to her herbal lab, crushing rare black-root vine, ghost-ginger, and a sliver of vermilion horn fungus. The stench was overpowering. Her hands moved like memory, guided by life and death.

She walked around the village, most of them seemed liked they were zombies, it could have been all the drinking and dancing last night, but the village felt different. “Hey there you are.” Julie said walking closer to Anabel. “Follow me, I have to manage our store while Wayne is out.” She said pulling Anabel closer to their store. “Here you can stand here and help me sell these.” She said pointing to some kind of potion. “What is it?” Anabel said picking up one of the bottles. “That one is one that will help control hungry.” She said shaking her head. “We had this one last night.” She said picking up the potion called ‘Party’.

Page fifty-seven: "Vivian came to the house today. Lily called her 'the pretty lady.' Ethan told me to go make her tea. My stitches haven't been removed yet. He didn't ask." Page one hundred and twenty: "Daniel's eyes are gone for good now. Optic nerve atrophy — irreversible. He sat on the balcony, feeling the railing, and said, 'Sis, don't cry. I can hear you crying.' I wasn't crying. I was smiling and telling him everything was fine. He couldn't tell." Page two hundred and eighty: "Today Lily told me, 'Mommy, you smell like disinfectant. It's gross. Aunt Vivian smells nice.' I left the scarf I'd spent three months knitting on her bedside table. The next day, she gave it to Vivian to polish

That's just a small part of the mate bond, the ability to feel and know the heart and head of your beloved. Ethan sensed there was more than just the warning his mother was giving his sister he had heard the stories told by many pack members about the grandfather he never knew and the cruelty of his death. He thought a change of subject was just what his family needed on this unpredictable day, "Hello, does anyone remember me, the first born? You know there just might be some extremely lucky lady who will soon get all of this." He said this as he flexed his bicep showing unbelievable defined muscles that rippled and strained against the bottom of his t-shirt sleeve. At this Emma teased, "You