I Brought You Frankincense Vine Novels & Stories

“And these are frankincense and rosemary incense. My favorites." Vera Carter, the Elephant Alpha's mate, happily placed into Corinne's hands what was probably her tenth gift in less than five minutes “They make the house smell delicious and are very useful in helping us relax after a tiring day taking care of the pack.”

Her endless arrogance. "...Everything has its cost." The fire crackled again and filling the empty room with its quiet sound. When Vince returned, he was already had the vial in his hand. I could already smell its bitter smell even from afar. It was the sharp and bitter scent of Saverna leaves. "Alpha." Vince called before giving it to me. I stood up from behind the desk. My chair creaked faintly and breaking the heavy silence. "Thank you." I said while taking the vial from his hand.

She taps her index fingers to her chin "I think he'll like the beef jerky" I'm nodding. "Is there anything else you want to buy?" I shook my head "I'll just wait here" I feel bad. She brought me various dried exotic fruits and rare black tea from the northern mountains grown by the Crimson Witch. It claim is can maintain beauty and youthful. And all of that was bought with Azura's money since I'm broke. I promise to repay her. I don't feel like buying again. Besides, I don't need anything. "I'll just wait here"

] I heard his words on the other line, he was talking to Jared. I looked at the door when someone knocked, "Yes? come in." I answered the intercom connected outside the door to this room. Becka entered, followed by a female maid holding a tray. "Madam, it's time for your vitamins." I nodded absentmindedly, still thinking about the name of the violet-colored fruit I had in mind. I get the vitamins that Becka is giving me and drank the water. [ "Mangosteen?" ] "There!" I suddenly shouted after handing the glass of water to Becka.

said Reo who then went back to his work leaving Eiji in his station. ----- Meanwhile, inside the office of Seiya was Ken who just came after getting the box that he had asked for Eiji to get in-country E. He already removed the item from the box, revealing a beautiful complete tea set and a bottle of 10-year-old ginseng. "Is that the item that you asked Eiji to get in-country E?" asked Seiya while he continues to work at his desk. "Yeah, it's my gift for the birthday celebrant. Also, did the wine arrive yet?"

a smart-looking man commented beside me. "Thanks," I emotionlessly replied. "Something on your mind?" he asked. "Nothing, to be honest. I don't feel anything," I answered, taking back a shot of Bushmills Scotch and 30 years. "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but you look well taken care of with that full bottle by your side," he hinted. "I bought this bottle a few weeks ago. When I come in, they know this is what I want and give it to me without hesitation or question," I grumbled.

"We're going the wrong way!" *Trust me,* my wolf insisted. *This is the right path.* Finally, her urgent pulling stopped. I skidded to a halt beside a small stream, barely more than a trickle cutting through the forest floor. The water caught what little light filtered through the canopy, sparkling like scattered diamonds. There, growing along the bank in twisted, elegant spirals, was Silverthorne Vine. Relief flooded through me. At least I'd found one of the required herbs. I knelt beside the stream, using my knife to carefully cut several sections of the vine. Its thorns were indeed silver, catching the light and seeming to glow with inner luminescence. I wrapped the pieces in cloth and se

From his pocket, he poured in a handful of dried herbs, crushed leaves and purple flowers I recognized from old folklore books. Wolfsbane. Vervain. And something else I didn’t know. He mixed them with shaking hands, then came toward me. “Drink it.” I recoiled, shaking my head. “No.” His voice dropped to a growl. “Drink it, Imani.” He grabbed my chin, forcing the rim of the bowl to my lips. The smell alone made me gag, but when the liquid hit my tongue, it burned like acid. I choked, gasping as it scorched my throat.

Her sweet scent still filled the air. “I got you something.” I moved slowly toward the bed and held up the vial Iris had given me. “It’ll help.” She didn’t argue. She just nodded and sat up, letting the sheets slide off her bare shoulders. I forced myself to look away and handed her the glass bottle. As she took it from me, her fingers brushed mine. It felt like a jolt of fire across my skin. I turned away and listened to her swallow the mixture. “It tastes awful,” she muttered.

“These are mine?” Marco shrugs, lounging against the greenhouse doorframe. “You asked. He delivered.” I laugh once in disbelief. “I didn’t ask for this.” “Didn’t you?” he says, voice lazy, but his eyes follow me. I kneel, my hands hovering over the leaves, and the names fall out of me. Lavender. Mint. Hibiscus. Fiddle-leaf fig. My lips move, remembering how I used to whisper them on my balcony, checking soil, measuring sunlight, begging those fragile things not to die on me.