Maomao Sisters Apothecary Diaries の小説・ストーリー

“How do you even get into this thing…like…what is the front and what is the back?!” Mia couldn’t help but laugh. “No idea, but put it down in case you’re holding a bit that you’d rather not.” Tilly dropped the item like a hot brick. Coming up empty from the underwear draw, Mia went to Savannah’s desk. Mia was hoping that Savannah would have a diary, but there was nothing like that. However, as she riffled through one of the bottom draws of the desk, she saw something that made her pause. It was a large bottle of what first looked like vitamins, but when Mia looked closer, she realised they weren’t vitamins at all. Even though there were Chinese symbols on the side, Mia knew what they were me

The leather diary, worn and well-loved, my mother's elegant handwriting was visible on the first page, where she had written "Property of Catherine, Luna of Moonstone Pack." My throat tightened seeing her handwriting again. So familiar. It was so present despite her absence. I carried the diary to the bed and sat down, opening it with my trembling hands. The pages were filled with notes, reminders, names, and numbers. So many names and numbers. Some I recognized: Lunas, important pack members, family friends. Others were mysterious, just initials or first names with no context. I scanned through them, looking for anything that might be the omega's contact. My mother had been close to her; su

I say, hastily changing the topic, thankfully it works. Nova puts her hand out, fingers trembling. “Let me see," "You are such a meddler," I roll my eyes before I hand her the phone. Thalia stays in her seat, by my dressing mirror, watching Nova expectantly. My baby sister flashes me a smile, "Im a sister's keeper," she says, her attention shifting to the device in her hand. She scrolls with a frown, "Blue Moonlight, Moon Essence, Red Haze, Silverline, Dark Moon. They're all too far."

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.

Celeste crushed dried lavender between her fingers, the familiar scent rising around her like a small piece of home. The healing wing was quiet this afternoon, sunlight streaming through the tall windows and warming the wooden tables covered with herbs, salves, and neatly organized bandages. She glanced at her mother, who was carefully measuring out feverfew into small pouches. For the first time in days, Maera’s shoulders weren’t tensed with fear. A soft smile played on her lips as she worked.

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

David's snoring in the bed beside me, oblivious to what had happened. His arm slung over the pillow where my head should be. But I'm here, in the dim glow of my phone screen, scribbling this out in my diary, because if I don't, it'll eat me alive. Today wasn't just a slip; it was a dive, headfirst into something I've been circling for months. Or years, if I'm honest. ***** At Zephyra Art Gallery, I didn't just let it happen. I started it. Me. Poppy. The good wife, the one who packs David's lunch with snacks, fruit and love notes. What the hell is wrong with me?

She bit her lower lip gently before smacking it and saying, “A mysterious person helped Jasmine Moore to inherit the Moore family, and another mysterious person helped Liam Weaver, an illegitimate son, to become the master. And now, a mysterious person is providing help and support to The Apothecary Pharmaceutical behind the scenes. Plus, a mysterious person was behind the fact that Jasmine Moore’s Vintage Deluxe could host an auction for the Rejuvenating Pill.” “There are so many mysterious people. Too many, in fact. Seems to me that they’re all inextricably linked!” “Whether it’s the Apothecary Stomach Pill, the Apothecary Restoration Pill, or the Rejuvenating Pill, these three medicines a

His face went still. "Ken tracked him down. Got him to confirm the sale." I pointed to the relevant lines. "Moonpetal. False root. Shadowmoss. Enough to maintain a fake pregnancy for eight months." Karson's eyes moved across the page. Reading. Absorbing. "And this." I handed him the second document. Excerpts from my mother's diary, carefully copied onto fresh paper. "My mother documented these herbs as a warning. She wrote about the symptoms they create. The swelling. The scent changes. Everything that fooled us."

With a total of 100 mage coins at hand, Audrey started on her shopping spree. She and Niccoli visited different emporiums. 'Magus Athenaeum' was written majestically at the entrance of the first shop that they visited. As a new student, obviously they have to buy the book for their studies. So it is normal that their first stop will be a book store. There are a total of six books listed on the paper given to them and they look around the library for these specific books. Meanwhile, the library was divided into different sections and they were neatly separated by subject. The bookshelves for Herbology and Beasticology for the study of mystical plants and magical beast respectively were placed