Maomao Sisters Apothecary Diaries の小説・ストーリー

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

I winked at him and clutched my purse tight in my grip. He leaned forward and slapped my butt, "yeah you do." I shook my head at him and made my way out of the building. * "I'm home." I announced as I walked into number 5, Alice drive. The apartment I lived in with my parent and my sisters. The greatest part of having sisters like mine, was the fact that we were triplets, and identical. "You are just in time to help me bake cookies." Becca yelled from the kitchen, earning an eye roll from me as I slammed the door shut.

Sara moans around the shaft. Vibrations make Alex groan. He thrusts deeper. Hits her throat. Waves roll in. Cool water laps at their feet. Sand sticks to sweaty skin. The group shifts again. Mia pulls away from Ben. Lies flat. Sara climbs on. Sixty-nine. Sara's pussy over Mia's face. Mia licks her. Tongue dives in. Sara bends down. Sucks Mia's clit. Fingers push into Mia's hole. Ben kneels behind Sara. Enters her ass. Slow push. The ring stretches.

He didn’t have an answer. The door didn’t just break, it turned to dust. The wood crumbled into grey ash, piling on the floor and beyond it stood the Silent Sisters, their faces blank. The Lead Sister stepped forward, holding a glowing amber orb. The air felt heavy, like it was pressing them down. Ash’s legs started going numb, like they were being switched off. “The Aperture is shut,” the Lead Sister said, her voice cold as a doctor stating a fact. “Hand over the knife. You’re coming with us to study.”

“No, I don't want to! I don't want to stop taking this medicine!” Mateo got down low and gave her a big hug. Maeve was crying, her hands were still holding the medicine bottle and the pieces of the medicine. A bunch of maids came over to them. The house, which had been pretty quiet, was now packed. There were more rumours about the husband and wife.

“I said stalkers were sexy but this is not what I meant. I meant li…like a hot guy in a hoodie who writes poetry, not this girl spying like a freaky creepy CIA” Maya continued scrolling despite her own fear. “Okay, okay, let’s just wait… what’s this?” She held the phone closer. A new app icon sat quietly on the screen, something I’d never seen before brownish, simple, no name. Just a small notebook symbol. “It’s a diary app,” Maya breathed. She tapped it. A password screen flashed up immediately. Locked. “Of course it’s locked,” Sienna groaned. “The universe refuses to give me any peace.”

Over and over and over. I leaned back against the stone wall, dragging my chains taut as I laughed under my breath. Let them try to break it. Let her fight it. It would only make the pull stronger. "They always come back to me." The dungeon quieted. The guards left. The elders went to scribble notes and pretend they understood what just happened. And then— Soft leather boots tapped across the stone floor. The air shifted. A scent like jasmine and smoke floated in. I didn’t have to look. “Hello, hun.” The voice slipped around my throat like silk. Fuck!.

“Sister!” Meashelle looked at Diana in shock when she suddenly screamed. Even Mauro was surprised, and he immediately pulled the car over on the side of the road. Damn it, she guessed that she made the wrong move. But she had to fulfill her cravings despite Mauro’s bad look at her.

We sat in her apothecary, a room filled with dried herbs that smelled nothing like the sweet rot of the marshes and more like sharp menthol and bitter bark, and she watched me with a stillness that was unnerving while she ground roots into a fine powder. "You should drink your tea, girl, because you’ve been staring at the wall for twenty minutes and your energy is bleeding into the air like a wounded bird," Maren said, not looking up from her mortar and pestle but indicating the steaming mug with a tilt of her chin. "I’m just trying to understand how things went so wrong at the sacred stones, because my mother's journals mention a ritual of containment, not a slaughter," I replied, wrapping

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."