Mao Mao Apothecary Diaries の小説・ストーリー

“Let it watch. We’ve faced worse.” They found themselves before a small apothecary, its windows dark but for a single candle flickering in the depths. Aria pushed the door open, the bell above it chiming softly. The air inside was thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment, shelves lined with jars of powdered roots and vials of murky liquids. An old man stood behind the counter, his spectacles perched on the tip of his nose, his gaze sharp despite the wrinkles framing his eyes. “Welcome,” he said, his voice a rasp. “What brings you to my humble shop?”

We could divorce, and end the marriage, but I didn't want that. I wanted to keep her close. She was my mate. I was never going to let her go. I swung open the door to the Apothecary, instantly enveloped in the musky smell of ancient books and herbs that made my nose tingle. Diana was perched on the counter as if she had been expecting my visit. Striding towards her with hands in my pocket, she flashed me a grin, like she was glad to see me. “Look what the cat dragged in,” she said. I took out the seat at the counter and sat, my hands on the table as I watched her.

Waiting until the tram leaves, I look around before proceeding to the exit and taking a sharp turn toward the apothecary. The alley is partially lit by the overhead sun, the museum casting the stone walls in shadow. A small alcove built into the neighboring building advertises, “Apricot’s Apothecary,” in bright gold letters. Raising my hand to knock on the brightly painted wooden doors, my hand pauses inches above the blue veneer. Hanging from a brass handle is an old-fashioned hand-scribed sign. “Closed for brunch. Opens at 1” Three hours. That’s a long time to wait. Looking around, I consider my options. There is plenty of other places I can explore around here, I might as well make the be

This is a record of what came after my end, of the choices I’ve made, and the ones I couldn’t escape. I am not writing to be remembered. I am writing to remember. This isn’t just a diary. It’s a map. A warning. A confession. Maybe, in these pages, you’ll find a piece of yourself — or maybe you’ll realize something has been watching you, too. Either way, the moment you opened this… You stepped into my world. And once you're in, there's no going back. With silence between the heartbeats, —Cullen

Then there was a showcase glass with Feathers, pinwheels, Candle wax , vibrators, dildos, anal toys and clamps. Then there were masks, gloved and strap-ons. This room had every single thing you could think of or imagine. It was a fully equipped sex room. I exhaled, I can only think of one thing; the fuck that is going to happen tonight. I took my time going through everything in the room one by one, I turned around and saw Mason standing at the door of this dimly lit sex hell staring at me with eyes filled with lust. "You guys have a sex room?", I asked him.

Before reporting to the transport convoy, Arla requested a detour, to Master Ye’s apothecary nestled in a narrow alley outside the capital. The old man was waiting, already grinding roots into powder. The apothecary smelled of sandalwood, herbs, and soot. Without a word, Arla-Rosa grabbed a wide basket and began gathering ingredients: Sheng Di Huang for blood cleansing, Tian Ma for neurological issues, Chuan Xiong for circulation. Then, her custom-made acupuncture needles, coated with a fine mix of jade powder and gold filament. When she turned to leave, Master Ye stopped her with a calloused hand on her shoulder.

- Final Solution* Beatrice Caldwell? Quickly, I pull out the folder. The folder is thin and contains only a few documents. I open it. And the first words I see on the first document instantly drags me down memory lane. *Nightshade acquisition, 50 packets. Supplier: Morgan’s Apothecary* Apothecary? Nightshade? Nightshade was Beatrice’s favourite tea brand, but to have it gotten from an Apothecary? What the hell is going on? Hurriedly, I bring out my phone and begin taking pictures. Now is not the time to ask questions. I take photos of all the documents before closing the folder and putting it back into place with the others inside the cabinet.

I repeated. “Indeed. One sent to that house every month. And yet, the owner of the house himself never knew about it. I suspect it must be some kind of drug, as it came from an apothecary.” “Really? Which one?” I asked again. “If I recall… I believe it was called the ‘Euphoria Apothecary’. Do you know it?” I grimaced a bit at the question. “Yeah. It’s a place that sells homemade medicine. Supposedly, at least.”

An Taotao looked at him and said with a smile, "Yes, it's over. Let's go back." Huang Chen nodded and subconsciously followed her footsteps. An Taotao immediately walked back to the place where she signed up, and soon came to the hall of Chinese Medicine Association. At this time, she also found that there was a big window against the wall in the hall, which displayed some things that Chinese medicine needed. An Taotao was so obsessed with these things that she couldn't help walking over and watching intently. There is a pair of acupuncture needles on display in the window, a medicine mill for crushing medicinal materials, and even several yellowed handwriting, which should record the experi

I stumbled around, searching for the light switch, and finally flicked it on. I hurried to the window and flung it open, letting sunlight and fresh air pour in. Just like a regular attic, cartons and curtains are laid around with some old stuff that belong to Mae. I arranged the one I could and saw a box laying at the far end in a corner I dragged myself to the box and sank beside it, breathless and slick with sweat. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled it closer and pried it open. Inside, I found old diaries and brittle, time-worn books.