Maomao Sisters Apothecary Diaries の小説・ストーリー

"Well, this is an opportunity for you to start, because you are surely gonna need it." Kazeem kept staring from where he sat and I joined him where he sat. He grabbed my shoulder and ruffled my hair with his hands, finally forcing a smile. "You're a man now, little brother." The shouting and drinking were interrupted when Madame Shadae and her girls entered the room. She was a tall and very beautiful woman, oh she was. Every step she took was followed by bouncing and jiggling of her large breasts and this caused all the men in the room to stare with wild excitement in their eyes.

I hate this I went to look for mom, I found her giving orders to the janitors. When she was done, I walked up to her Me: mom, this is not happening My mom : what's wrong Me: Derek and Belinda are giving those maids preferential treatment. Belinda gave out so many things to her and Derek gave her a brand new phone with her name on it My mom : which maid Me: Blue Maid I saw my mom's face change Then she smiled My mom : do you want to be in their shoes Me: I wish I could I shrugged and looked away

She could write so many of her naughty ideas in them. Little did she know that this was no ordinary diary. * * * Entry 1: The true movies Mom makes at her studios My mother has her own movie studio. A small one. An indie studio. She claims they make art house films and low-budge slasher movies. She's gone to Sundance and more to share those films. But is that the real story? Is her studio really called Pole Star Films? Or is it called Pole Dance Films? What if my mother makes p**n!

Maya’s POV The hidden safe stayed open in Mr. Havisham’s dark office, I held my sister’s diary with shaking hands, the leather felt warm against my skin, tears already blurred the words on the first page, Sarah wrote about the pregnancy, about carrying Mr. Havisham’s child, about her fear growing bigger each day, I flipped the pages slowly, my breath caught in my throat as more entries appeared, she described the nights he kept her late, the way he touched her without asking, the control that made her feel like a prisoner in pretty clothes.

Episode 6:It Can't Be Carmen sat on the sofa, still waiting for a call from Riven. She jumped in her place as the clock struck midnight and made a quiet sound. She was so worried about her little brother that she was deciding on spending the night waiting for an answer from the doctor. Why hasn't he send me a text yet? Would the results be out by now? Would he call me if they are? I mean it's midnight so I don't think so she tried to think normally.

Seraphina's POV Eight months after the ceremony I couldn't see my feet. I was standing in the healer's hut trying to reach a jar of chamomile on the second shelf and my belly was in the way and my arms were too short and the jar was too far back and I was about three seconds from climbing on the table when Dax walked in and reached over my head and grabbed it without a word. "I could have gotten that," I said. "You had one knee on the table."

Upstairs. Mary Kinson shut the door, walked straight to the closet, took everything out, and started looking for the medicine she needed. In the wardrobe is an antique mahogany box. The lock construction demonstrates the advanced intelligence of ancient humans. It can only be opened by Mary Kinson and Yaoi. After opening, there are nicely stacked bottles of miniature medicine cans within, containing various specifically made medicines. The cell phone in her pocket rang at this precise moment. Mary Kinson looked up and pressed the answer button.

But perhaps even natural daylight would not be able to smooth the ugliness of what was inside the building. She and Andrei had been led on a shaky walkway above an enormous room like an industrial hangar. Below were rectangular boxes filled with some steaming reddish goo. On top of the goo grew a web of black filaments, like a mushroom farm. Indeed, there were fruiting bodies, lifting off the matrix as they grew: sooty, spiky stars. Eyeless people were moving between the rows of boxes, adding more reddish goo. They were taking it from the large pool in the corner where a sturdy pipe occasionally cleared its mechanical throat and ejected blobs of the stuff. The pipe was connected to a large m

I merely nodded at them, quickly fixing everything in the tray and putting it in the sink. Noticing a paper bag by the counter, I reached for it and looked at what was inside. I made one of the maids buy some vitamins in some pharmacy, some for fevers and some for appetite. I wanted to make sure that Madie won't get sick from getting wet yesterday. It was her first day with me, and she won't be spending it with coughs and sneezes. I was about to finish separating the medicines in the bag when the chatter of my men stopped, and everything was quiet. I stopped what I was doing and turned, eyebrows furrowed looking at the boys.

Mum's sobs became louder. "Mum?" I shook her gently feeling a sense of dreaded urgency, "what is Luc talking about?" "Nothing," Mum croaked with a sniff, her eyes were bloodshot. "Your sister is possessed." Luc screeched. A high-pitched sound that made the hair on my arms stand on ends. "Luc—" I blurted as I moved to her, cautiously putting one foot before the other like I was approaching a wild animal. I felt the onset of a pandemonium.