Novel & Cerita Maomao Sisters Apothecary Diaries

I thought of calling Thelma and asking her which market I could go to get all the things I needed. I rushed to my room to call her immediately. I dialled her number and she answered after a few rings. Hello Thelma, it's Isabella, I said. Oh Isabella, is this your number, she asked. Yes, it is, I answered. Well, Thelma, I have a question for you. I want to go grocery shopping, please do you know which market I can go to that is far from the city so that I can get both foodstuffs and kitchen appliances and utensils?

Maybe from here, my life would settle down. _ _ _ I hope you enjoyed this first book! Book two is out now!! So be sure to look out for: "Goddess Diaries"

"To be on the safe side, ojou-sama should try some of the medicine that the house doctor prescribed for her." Standing on the opposite side of her bed, holding two blue tablets in the palm of her hand, was another pretty maid, yet this one had long white hair with matching cat ears on top of her head. Looking at the two maids, Maria was once again reminded of that same ojou-sama character from A Fairytale Romance.

Zeyric muttered, wiping a streak of dried blood and canal soot from his forehead as he slammed the heavy wooden door of the back room behind them. The air in Madame Kaelin’s subterranean apothecary smelled of scorched sulfur, pickled mandrake, and the metallic tang of illicit alchemical reagents. Thalen leaned heavily against a stacked shelf of glass jars, his breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches that Zeyric felt instantly as a dull, echoing ache in his own ribs. "We wouldn't even make it to masonry," Thalen replied, his voice thin as he tossed the stolen leather-bound ledgers onto a scarred mahogany table. "Malakor would feed our soul-tether to his automaton guards just to save on fuel

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."

Amarah entered the small secret room behind it and searched for the small box where she had once kept her necklace and her mother’s diary notebook. Soon, she had them in her hands again. She had read the diary before, but found no names of possible suspects who killed her parents, so she had left it hidden in the box. Now, she tried rereading it carefully. She noticed the names of the Aerie members her mother had once led in the middle of her reading. Her suspicions were correct—Mr. Nathan Cheng was one of the listed members. She continued reading until she reached the end. The diary was mostly filled with love stories about her mother and her father, Dave, and how her mother became the Eagl

"Don't let the damp air inside." I slipped through the gap, and the heavy door thudded shut right behind me. The cellar was dimly lit by half-melted tallow candles stuck directly onto wooden shelves. The walls were stacked floor to ceiling with glass jars. Some were packed with dried roots and crushed grey leaves, others filled with murky liquids holding weird, floating things I didn't care to look at too closely. Maeve was standing behind her low wooden counter, wiping her yellow-stained fingers on a grease-spotted apron. She looked about eighty, with wild silver hair pinned up by a bone needle and a deeply wrinkled face.

I sat there for a long moment, thighs pressed together around the sticky evidence of him, pulse already quickening again. I showered quickly, the water running hot over the faint marks his mouth and hands had left. The robe was soft, expensive, and far too big. I tied it tight and padded downstairs barefoot. The kitchen smelled of coffee. Lila sat at the island in pajamas, swinging her legs, a bowl of cereal in front of her. Damien stood at the counter, pouring coffee, looking perfectly composed. Lila’s eyes lit up when she saw me. “Cathy! You’re wearing Daddy’s robe.”

she whispered, shoulders hunching up around her ears. Julius was rambling about something, but I wasn’t hearing him anymore. I was too focused on the bright pink blush spreading across Allie’s cheeks as she stared at whatever book had caused her reaction. She slowly turned it around so I could see the cover. Ah. Fuck. Milkmaid Diaries: A Dutch Pornstar’s Autobiography. The cover featured exactly what you’d expect from that title – graphic close-ups that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Nothing like accidentally discovering a chronicle of explicit selfies to drive home the point that this was definitely not the cozy library experience she’d been hoping for.

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!”