Love Remedy Novels & Stories

“I wanted to show you the progress I’ve made on the healing potion.” Harold leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze locked on me. “You’ve completed it?” “Yes,” I replied, my voice steady despite the storm of nerves in my chest. He reached for one of the vials, holding it up to the light. The green liquid glinted, and I couldn’t help but hold my breath as he examined it. “W hat’s in it?” he asked. “Calendula, wild thyme, gingerroot, and a few other herbs for inflammation and recovery,” I explained. “It’s designed to speed up the healing process for minor wounds and reduce swelling.”

I trailed off when I saw her preparing to stand, a gesture that she would leave, and I choked on the words at the tip of my tongue. “Forget it, continue.” I mumbled in a low voice, before glaring at the old man, who was busy laughing secretly. He even dared to ignore me, before turning to face Exalia, “My Lady is such an interesting person.” He pointed out, and Exalia gave a bashful smile. “My name is Exalia.” She corrected in a soft voice, and the old man nodded slightly. “This is a willow bark extract, to relieve pain.” “Those are cough remedies, made from the extract of licorice roots.”

I opened it carefully expecting to see a bomb or something. There was a little note inside. “I’m sorry.” It read. There was no name on the note. I didn’t know many people who owed me an apology and knew my address. There was a jar of cream from a brand I didn’t recognize and another jar of body balm from the same brand. There was also a bottle of tablets. There was another note in the corner. “The cream and balm are for the bruising. Apply them twice a day. Take one tablet twice every day to help with the soreness.”

Too loud. I cracked one eye open. Eliana was standing over me. She looked irritatingly fresh, dressed in yoga pants and a tank top, holding a glass of green liquid and two Advil. “Drink,” she ordered. I pushed myself up, wincing as the room tilted. “What is that?” I rasped. “Kale, ginger, and lemon. Katherine’s recipe for ‘Groom Resurrection.’” I took the pills and downed the juice. It was vile. It burned.

“I just accidentally burned it. It’s nothing. Besides, I’ve already put some ointment on it. If you don’t believe me, take a look!” To prove she really had applied it, she hurriedly pulled out the small blue-and-white porcelain bottle, smiling faintly. “This is the Willow’s exclusive formula—the Willow ointment. It’s amazing for burns, scalds, and abrasions.” Leif responded coldly, “Is that so?” After saying that, his hand finally relaxed and he let go of Raina’s wrist. He took out his phone, tapped a few times on the screen, then set it down.

The day before we were supposed to get married, I found out my fiancé, Bradley Bigham, was cheating on me with my best friend, Carla Fralin. So I shoved him into a tub of disinfectant and scrubbed him down three times. Then I posted Carla's intimate photos online, and they spread like wildfire. What I never expected was that my mother, Roxie Boyce, would get so worked up that she ended up completely paralyzed, pushing our already struggling family to the brink of financial ruin. Just as I was ready to drag them all down with me, Bradley's archrival, Connor Magder, saved me. "You're going to ruin your own life over a scumbag and a tramp? Don't be afraid. I'll be by your side from now on."

His hair was styled to perfection, and his first two buttons were undone, giving a perfect view of his chest. Even though he was angry and most probably at me, none of that changed the fact that he looked good. “You’re awake.” I offered a small smile “y-yeah.” He handed me a glass “drink this.” In the glass cup was a liquid that looked like the worst nightmare of a sweet tooth. Fuck my life. I took it from him “thank you” and when I did not drink it immediately, Atlas heaved a sigh “it is just some lime, apple cider vinegar and honey… hangover remedy.”

He reaches into his robe pocket and pulls out a small bottle filled with thick green liquid. “This is I***a-Heal. It will close your wound in seconds. But it will feel like your skin is being burned alive.” “Name the price,” I repeat. “The price? Keep it for now. I prefer collecting debts when you least expect it.” I snatch the bottle and drink it without hesitation. The taste is truly horrible, like swallowing live embers. But right in front of my eyes, the wound on my palm closes, leaving only a thin red line. At least the blood scent is gone.

“Wow, Aiden. What a great name. Now I need you to be a big boy for me. I need to move your foot up and down for me. It may hurt some, ok?” The boy nods his head and begins to move his foot. “Very good, Aiden.” I turn my attention to this mom. “His ankle isn’t broken, but he needs to elevate it for a while. He also needs an ice pack and some pain reliever for a while. Then he should be okay in a couple of days.” “Thank you.” “No problem.” I walk back over to my table with Kimber.” “Wow.” “Yeah.” “You do realize what happened?” “What are you talking about, Kimber?”

“Were you the one who beat up all those people in the Budokan from before, you b*stard?” “Arlo Bierstadt? Harvey smiled faintly before grabbing a bottle of ointment from the shelf. “This is our Silver Elixir. It’s useful for injuries both inside and out. “Why don’t you accept a box of this as a gift before we talk?” “You’re giving me that? Arlo showed a wretched look. “Do you think I need it or something? “Do you think I’d just let you go after? “You want us to talk?