Cure Lovely Novels & Stories

“And I love you too, my darling mate…” He was about to pull me back for a kiss when I stepped back from him. He looked at me with confusion and I smiled. I took the vial I had brought with me and showed it to him. “What is it?” he asked curiously. “The cure,” I said. “Cure?” I looked at him with a smile. “I discovered a plant called Fairy Glow. It has unbelievable healing properties, and we started cultivating it in our pack. I entrusted it to the pack physician, and he used it to make a cure for my condition.”

"You won't believe who made the cure." "Who?" Lorraine muttered immediately after she finished speaking. She hated how she was keeping me in suspense. "Just guess who?" She pressed on and rolled her eyes. "I don't have any idea who. Is it Herla?" Lorraine asked, remembering the tiny screeching creature who had vast knowledge of things. Perhaps she was the one who had created the cure because reading exposes one to things. "No, it's not Herla," Ava said, downing the last sip of her drink into her mouth. "It's our Aunt, Ellie."

After this she will go to the hospital. Juan pointed to a hospital that could quickly heal the wounds and bruises on Brisa’s body. And that was Brisa’s next goal after she showered. Don't ask if the hospital didn't ask about the injuries on Brisa’s body, because Juan had made a separate agreement with the medical personnel there. Thirty minutes later, Brisa had finished dressing. She had also dried her hair, all with the remaining energy she had. Finally, the flower arrangement and the card on the nightstand beside the bed could only get Brisa’s attention.

she calls out at the top of her voice as she puts her robe on and dashes out of the bathroom to answer the door. She opens the door to meet the gaze of Spence who has petals of roses in his hands and a box of chocolate "Hi Beautiful" he picks her up and sniffs and rains kiss all over her neck "You smell lovely!" Nora couldn't utter a word still, she is mesmerized by the affection he shows, who comes bearing gifts despite being called to visit unexpectedly? She smells the roses and kissed him on his lips "thank you" she whispers.

Standing up in anger, “Watch that mouth of yours, Miss. Bush, I am warning you.” “Or else what?” Grace stood up as well, facing Lora head-on. “You fire me? Go ahead, I am not scared of getting thrown out. Am sick and tired of having rich motherfuckers like you and that round breast frog messing with me; if getting fired means I have to be free of you guys, then by all means, don’t let me stop you, L…ora.” "What!?' Lora gasped in shock as she watched Grace, "Are cursing at me?"

“Poetic. Love that for me.” Mira’s voice cracks. “There’s a cure, right? Tell me there’s a cure.” Rowan doesn’t look up from grinding herbs with a mortar that’s older than all of us. “There is exactly one. Fresh blood from the living wolf who shares the cursed line. Has to be willingly given under the full moon, mixed with winterbloom, moonglow, and the tears of a virgin, which we are fresh out of.” Kaelin, back and panting, slams the door. “Define ‘shares the cursed line.’ Because we’re a little short on royal cousins right now.”

I would rather have her to myself, but I'm not cold enough to deny her the mate of her second chance in life, the father to her pups. I grab a spare office, working with the healer in order to find out if this cure in question will actually work. I have a dirty, bloody bandage left over from Ryan and we add a drop or two to the bloody spots, waiting to see if anything happens under the microscope that will show the cure trying to fight the infection. The healer jolts back from the microscope, shaking his head rapidly. "That's not good." "What's wrong? What did it do?" "The cure isn't some antibiotic, it's some kind of molding aspect to the blood. It's changing to molecules completely, not ju

he said curtly. "Why not. This is a special room for women who have just given birth. Why not just ask for the same part of the information? And, I'm sorry, it's best not to talk too loudly here. Remember here, many new babies who breastfeed need peace with their mother," Cetus Emma reminded. Emma's quiet but sharp voice made the couple, who looked arrogant, stare at Emma like they wanted to eat her raw. "So you don't know where Abyan is being treated?"

If she was anything like Cassie, I was sure we would get along. "You know, now I understand why your parents thought you'd end up in a ditch if you were trusted to these guys," I whispered in Cassie's ear as we walked into the living room. She suppressed a laugh in response. "Where were you, Justin?" someone purred. Like, literally purred. How does a human purr? A brunette was sitting down on one of two-seated couches, her outfit ridiculously expensive and fancy for a casual meeting. She had put on blood-red lipstick which made her look like a vampire with her pale complexion. She was so beautiful that it made me want to shrink into myself and disappear.

“A carriage leaves at dawn. Pack a simple bag. That’s all.” He left. The door clicked. That way it. No apology. No are you hurt?Just exile. I sat back down and stared at the ceiling until dawn. Selene came before the sunrise. She looked rested. Her blonde hair was curled. She wore a cream dress that matched the bandages she’d never needed. She held a vase of white lilies, the one’s used at funerals. I hated her immediately. “Sister,” she said sweetly, setting them on the table. “How are you feeling today?”