Miracle Oil By Pure Romance Novels & Stories

"Come closer, Tamara. Look and learn, because this is a miracle you will want to remember." I stepped up beside the examination cot while Elder Mara poured a few drops of the fragrant oil onto her palms. She gently pulled the hem of Earth's top up just enough to expose her flat stomach, and began rubbing the oil in smooth, warm circles all around her abdomen. The room grew completely silent as the heavy, sweet scent of the herbs filled the air. "Now, child," Elder Mara instructed quietly, looking down at the Earth and then at me. "Allow your wolf to come forward just a fraction, and listen closely with your heart."

------------------------ Liam stood up, adjusting his coat and said, "There are rules you need to follow, Miss Brown. First, don’t lay a hand on my child. Second, respect my privacy. Third, there are areas in the house that are off-limits. Fourth, don’t take him out without my permission. Fifth, I don’t want any man visiting the house whether he is your friend or boyfriend." *I don’t even have friends! HUH!!* I nodded, absorbing each rule. "And your salary will be $5,000." My jaw dropped. "$5,000?" "Yes," he said, not looking amused. "Is that a problem?" "No, no problem!" I quickly shook my head. "You start tomorrow at 9 a.m. Don’t be late," he said. I nodded again, still in shock. **Five th

As they applied they massaged her body and then massaged her head with some rare oils. According to their belief, rose petals, milk, sandalwood, and turmeric will remove the impurities from their bodies. And when a person is pure the great witch can get them to receive the blessings of the heavenly gods. And for some reason, this was only for women not for men. No one knew the reason for it.

“I drank it. Right after that… everything felt off. Too intense.” Selena straightened. “And the female?” I hesitated. “Marian.” My mother stiffened. Selena exhaled slowly, like she’d found what she was looking for. “As I suspected.” “What?” I demanded. “What is it?” She looked at my mother first, then back at me. “Someone used a love oil spell.” The words landed like a blow. “A spell?” I repeated. “As in—magic?” “Yes,” Selena replied bluntly. “Old magic. Made by a witch.”

I don’t mean to destroy Mira physically, not yet so I will go for something subtler yet effective. I unfolded Mira’s panties and placed them on the silk cloth in front of the altar. Her scent still clung to the fabric, fresh and potent. I lit the white candle, then the black. I poured a few drops of bloodroot oil into the flame and watched it spark. With whispered words in the old tongue, I began. “By scent, by soul, by bond unseen, let her aroma become part of me. No mate shall sense her, no wolf shall feel her, her pull now mine, her fate I steal.”

“Fresh rosemary, sage, and lavender. These will help with the purification and protection.” She places them in the mortar and crushes them using the pestle. She takes out a small brown bottle. “This is Lemon Oil imbued with magical energy. This will help cleanse your mind and prepare your life core.” She pours five drops into the mortar and pours the rest into the bathtub. I just stare at what she’s doing in curiosity. I haven’t seen a witch in action before. “You remind me of Leila,” Zinnia says and chuckles. “You both stare so openly when you’re curious about something.”

Selena, unaware of her mother's rejection of her marriage proposal with Alexander, was currently holding the new hair care oil made by Eva. She nodded approvingly at Eva's craftsmanship; this chamomile hair oil would be perfect for winter. Chamomile oil has a gentle floral scent and is effective in soothing the scalp and relieving hair dryness, which is especially suitable for the windy and dry winter days. This product couldn't be made in just any store; besides Eva's skills, Selena knew that her own magical water drops also played a role.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

My skin hummed, sensitive and alive. I turned my head on the pillow, finding him. Milo stood by the bed, a dark silhouette against the warmer dark of the room, the bottle of aromatic oil in his hand catching the light. I beckoned him with just a look, a slow, deliberate closing and opening of my eyes. My smile was a secret I was giving him permission to know. He didn’t need words. He knelt on the mattress, the dip of his weight rolling me gently toward him. The pop of the bottle’s cap was loud in the quiet. The scent of sandalwood and orange blossom bloomed between us, rich and heady.

“Seduce him. Romance him. Make him fall in love with you . . .” How can I do that? I’m done in seducing him, and romancing him, but make him fall in love to me? Is beyond impossible. That’s really next to impossible. He won’t fall in love with me. This is just a marriage for convenience. Both Callum and Dad were benefiting in this marriage, our companies were now . . . merging. And because of Callum agreeing to Daddy’s proposal, he is very happy because he will be able to enter Callum’s company without difficulty. And I wonder what Daddy can do.