Mao Mao Apothecary Diaries の小説・ストーリー

Alexander's POV The air in the underground archive room was thick with dust, and Mae sat across from me at the wooden table with a stack of old Thornwood journals spread out between us, her fingers tracing the faded ink on the pages while I tried to make sense of the strange numbers scribbled in the margin. "Have you figured out the cipher yet?" Mae asked, looking up at me with tired eyes, and her hair was messy from hours of leaning over the desk without a break.

“It’s not exactly something you lead a conversation with. Hi, my name is Aaron Tilbrook, I’m a physio therapist, and a warlock.” The interior of the shop had been thoroughly modernized, the furniture, walls and trims all painted in distressed white. A strip of glass-fronted cupboards lined the wall behind the counter, where a glass bain-marie displayed cakes with names like “Forget Me Not Teacake,” “Sour as Revenge Lemon Curd” and “True Love’s Chocolate Brownies.” “Bianca and Aaron, how lovely to see you both,” the woman behind the counter’s dark hair frothed around her stunningly beautiful face. “And this would be Morgana Ivy, finally come to see us. I had begun to wonder if it would happen

I said "Hello mam how can I help you?" Said the lady at reception. "I'm here to meet Benette Katz," I said and her eyes widen. "Please tell me your name mam," she said quickly typing on the computer. "Janis Ian," I said and she nodded. "Mam come with me please," She said and I followed her. We stopped in the front of a room and knocked. "Come in," A manly voice said. "Mam you may go in," she said smiling.

The door sounded and Andy came to Jeanne with sushi rolls and with Ma. Aaron looked at Andy with hateness. He felt that the man deserved another punch for what he did to Jeanne but he tried to hold it in as he did not want to create chaos when Jeanne was still unwell. Aaron greeted Ma and asked Ma about the treatment. “I've done a few cycles at the hospital,” replied Ma.

I wish he could take me now… “Anna,” Mia whispered beside me, elbowing my arm. I blinked. “What is it?” “You’ve been staring for, like… five minutes.” I smirked, lowering my voice. “So?” Mia rolled her eyes. “So… that’s Professor Jeff. He’s your professor.” I shrugged, leaning forward slightly. “Exactly. And?” She shook her head. “You’re crazy.” I didn’t argue. I just watched him from the corner of my eye. Every step he took between the desks made my pulse spike. I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, the little flutter in my chest, the way my fingers tightened around my pen without me realizing it.

"Stop calling me that, you know I hate it, right?" "But I love calling you BROTHER, it suits you well." Acting all spoil and emphasizing brother, second brother looked up, tilting his head. "Enough of your nonsense, tell me the details and progress." "Workaholic." He said while shaking his head, but still did as said. .... Next day, when MaoHo came to office with slight headache, result of hang over. He sat on his chair massaging his template, opening his eyes, he was greeted by a thermos with a smiley note on it, and a bowl by its side.

**Mia's POV** The morning light filtered through the bay windows of my bedroom, casting rainbow prisms across the polished wood of my vanity. I stared at the small army of pill bottles that had appeared there sometime during the night, arranged in neat, clinical rows. Blues, whites, pale pinks, and soft yellows – a rainbow arsenal of chemical intervention. My fingers traced the edge of the nearest bottle. The label bore some long, unpronounceable name, followed by precise instructions in stark black text. Behind it stood at least a dozen more, each with its own schedule, its own promises of healing.

Clearing her mind and mood, she then gladly updated Daniel on yesterday's event, from waking to unpacking to finding her mother's box to reading the letter to the vial of green liquid! "There was one thing that I found strange," Aubrianne had said with a faraway look. "Yea? And what was that?" Daniel enquired. "There were five small vials of a green liquid, any idea what that could be?" Aurbianne informs. She then asks. Daniel thought momentarily, then said, "No, I haven't the slightest idea." "Oh, just thought I should ask, but I believe the details are in my mother's diary," Aubrianne concluded and continued giving Daniel the tea.

I do not look at her. I walk across the wide, carpeted aisle. My boots make no sound on the thick wool. I stop in front of the large crystal display case against the eastern wall. Inside are rows of glowing glass vials. They contain liquid fire, crushed shadow herbs, and rare moon-potions. Each vial is worth a small house in the provinces. I tap my finger against the glass cabinet. "These potions are very interesting," I say. Marcella stalks over to my side. Her face is red now.

Her smile looked like it hurt. The closet came next. Her clothes were still arranged by color, by season. Heels lined up like a fashion show. Then I saw a shoebox, taped shut with yellowing masking tape. I hurried to open it and inside were old prescriptions, anxiety meds sleep aids. Then painkillers. The kind doctors stop prescribing when things get too dark. And then... the diary. Black leather. Worn edges. Her name is engraved inside the cover like a brand. I hesitated, then flipped it open. I skipped the later entries. I already knew how the illness crept in.