Night Of The Living Pharmacists Novels & Stories

Although Nathaniel had given me permission to stay out late, it was of no use. I was going to go upstairs, drink water, sleep, and in the morning, I would figure out what came next. Mainly because that was all I could do right now. But first, I would have to call Pamela. She needs to understand that Elliot tricked me. The lights were on in the living room. I almost walked past because Nathaniel always had the lights on for some reason; he often left them on when he fell asleep, resting on the couch after a long shift. I had covered him with a blanket more times than I could count over the past two years.

The voice calling my name jolted me awake, and I realized I had been trapped in the agony of a nightmare—one that had plagued me for years, a painful reminder of the day I lost my beloved mother and also one of my eyes. Those sleepless nights had returned, the lasting trauma of that fateful day refusing to give up its hold on me. I had thought I had conquered those demons, but it seemed they still lurked, ready to resurface and torment me once more. I stared up at the person who had woken me from my nap, realizing I had been sleeping on a couch in the middle of my drug factory. All around me, the workers were hard at work—some refining the drugs, others packaging the product into neat bags a

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

My soul was trapped in the living room,forced to watch their warm, intimate family scene. Vampires rarely need sleep. Yet my father, who usually entered his resting state before midnight, was wide awake now, sitting there in high spirits as he watched Olivia unwrap her Nightfall Commencement gifts. My mother was browsing the Tailors’ Guild catalog on the light screen, selecting gowns suitable for night travel and banquets, promising to prepare an entire new wardrobe for Olivia’s graduation trip.

Leonel watched her retreating figure with an amused smile. “What an adorable lioness,” he murmured to himself. He took a sip of his Americano, savoring the taste. It was incredible—especially the aroma. This was the first time a coffee actually made him feel more awake and refreshed. From behind the kitchen door, Livia peeked out and whispered excitedly to Nico, “Bro! Did you hear that? Their convo was full of hidden codes. Just like those 9 p.m. soap operas.” Nico raised an eyebrow. “Like... how?”

Lucifer left his chambers and headed out of the mansion. The drive to the pharmacy was silent, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying his racing thoughts. He didn't understand why he was doing this—getting drugs and creams for April. It was unlike him, a man who thrived on causing pain and reveling in darkness. Yet here he was, parking in front of a small pharmacy. He walked in, the bell above the door chiming softly. The pharmacist, an older woman with kind eyes, greeted him.

I grabbed my suitcase and walked past them without another word, left my key on the table by the door, walked out of that apartment and didn't look back. I made it to the elevator before the tears started. Back at the hotel, I stared at my phone for an hour before finally opening the email I'd been avoiding for days. Subject line: "Important Information Regarding Your Birth" It was from a hospital in Oregon, formal and written by someone in the records department conducting an audit of birth records from the late 1990s. They'd discovered a discrepancy. Two babies born on the same day, September 15th, had been switched. One had gone home with the Cole family and the other with the Valerio fam

*Pharmaceutical Substances and Their Uses in Medicine. Lisa sat down at a nearby table, opening the book and flipping through the pages. As a nurse, she had always been interested in pharmacology, but this book seemed different from the usual texts she studied. It was more detailed, delving into the effects of various drugs, some of which were long outdated or even illegal. She turned a few more pages, then stopped. Her eyes widened slightly as she read the chapter title: *Drugs That Induce Comas.* Intrigued, she began reading, her mind absorbing the information quickly.

I needed to go make sure the drugs for the pharmacy landed in good condition. I turned on the shower and let the hot water wash away the remaining sleep that lingered in my eyes. After spending a while in there, I went out of the bathroom and got into the closet. I took out my phone and dialed Jason. The pharmacy store was running low on drugs to sell and severally, we kept having unidentified persons hijack our containment. “Mr. Scott," He said once the call connected. “What time are we expecting the containment to arrive the shores?" I aked him while putting on my briefs and pants.

“So what’s the event about? Is there some special service going on?” “Oh, you remember that pharmacist guy I beat up the other day?” she asked. “Hmm,” I nodded, “did he finally get married to someone?” “Tch,” she scoffed. “He died yesterday night,” she said and my hands dropped.