Mao Mao Apothecary Diaries Novels & Stories

When I eventually come to a halt before the secret herbal shop wedged between an abandoned bakery and a boarded-up bodega, the neon sign above flickers weakly in the rain-drenched dawn: Madame Liora’s Remedies & Charms. I gather Aaron into my arms, disregarding the searing cold as ice rain soaks my coat. His flesh burns against mine like fire. His small fingers quiver weakly, his mouth mumbling incomprehensible things that send horror lancing through my chest. The antique brass bell clangs wildly as I shove through the cracked wooden door. “Madame Liora!” I shout, voice breaking with desperation. “Please, it’s Aaron – something’s wrong!”

He asked, "What do you mean?" Qin Shaoyang looked out of the window, where the wind had carried several dead leaves into the room. "Zuoqiu Que, a Level Four apothecary." Xiao Chen's heart sank. Naturally, he knew about apothecaries. He had heard quite a few stories about them from Gui Xian. High-level apothecaries not only could revive the dead but also possessed extraordinary pill concoction skills. Thus, in the Violet Manor, apothecaries were very well-connected. Many would rather offend an entire sect than offend an apothecary of Level Three and above.

I wandered over to where a lady was behind an almost rectangular table with a hole in the inside. "Hey there, sweetie, what can I get for you?" Me? "What would you recommend? I've had a nightmare week and just want to forget all my problems." "I got ya. I'll make you the house special. It's called the Hazy Day. It's got rum, vodka and strawberry malt liquor."

Mia's POV I lock up the door of this old, abandoned house. Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows. It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet. He was bitten last week. His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms. He smells of rotten meat and shit. His eyes are milky white. He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.

My husband's bastard son had somehow wormed his way back into Chicago, seduced Arthur's little plaything, gotten her pregnant, and now that little fool thought she could trap my son with the consequences. I picked up my phone and dialed. Morris answered on the first ring. "Mrs. Klein." "I need you to acquire something for me," I said. "Discreetly." "What kind of something?" "Herbal. There's a shop on State Street—Ming's Apothecary. They import specialty teas from China. I need you to request their strongest blend for women's health. Specifically for..." I paused, choosing my words carefully even on a secure line, "...regulating cycles. The kind that comes with warnings about pregnancy."

She pushed the door open. The room was small and dense with shelves. Glass bottles of every size lined the walls, filled with liquids in shades of amber, deep green, pale grey, and colours that had no name she knew. Bundles of dried herbs hung from the low ceiling in rows, and a long wooden table in the centre of the room held tools and open notebooks covered in small, careful handwriting. In one corner, a low fire burned under a clay pot. The liquid inside it was moving in slow, heavy circles. Aurora stepped in carefully. She was drawn to the shelves — to the neat rows of bottles, to the small handwritten labels, to the drawings in the notebooks that showed plants and their parts broken dow

I reached the last page and read it. March 17, 2009. Maude Pharmaceuticals' attempt to acquire Wolfe Holdings. Maude Pharmaceuticals? I’ve heard that name before. I heard a loud sound from outside the library. I immediately stood up, hiding the folder between some books on the shelf. My heart pounded against my chest as I made my way to the door. My shaky hands pulled it open and checked outside. Nothing. No one was here. I stepped out, looking around the library to see what made the noise.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

Well am unsuprised. Am no medical werewolf. I despise everything relating it. It's stinch and all. I despise it. Tge hallway is all cool and chilly. My palm slowly slide along it's wall surface. It's tough but feels extremely cool. Courtesy of its single air conditioner. The hallway also stinch like every familiar medical facility. It stinch all drugs, medicines and all. Am forced to puke but I dare not. It's a tarnish and huge punch to my image.

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.