Pretty Cure Cure White Novels & Stories

Blanc furrowed his brow. Lily knew what he meant. “Rest assured, we’ve developed a cure using herbal medicine, and I guarantee it’ll work! Also, for convenience’s sake, I’ve made them into pills.” “Are you sure there won’t be any problems with the medicine?” Dr. Blanc asked again. He had seen the results and often discussed Lily’s medicine with several senior herbal medicine practitioners. He concluded it would work but wanted to ensure nothing would go wrong. It was so important that they could not afford to make the slightest mistake.

he chuckles. Standing, he brushes the debris off the back of his pants and then stretches his hand to me. I grab it, and he pulls me to my feet. Facing the sky, he squints, and the sky scrunches. While he admires his abilities, I repeat, "There's a cure, Jude. Why won't you let me see it?" "Curing me eliminates you. Is that what you want?" "I don't know. I'd have to read it and decide."

“Ciara, the White Company's cosmetics are never on sale. Are Priscilla and the others mistaken?” “Nope!” Ciara returned to her desk and said, “I heard that they encountered a business crisis and are in urgent need of funds. I didn’t know as I don’t invest in stocks, but I heard them say that the White Company's stock has dropped several times.” Ava put down her pen and said, “If that’s the case, we should really stock up on a few boxes of their masks. Their moisturizing masks are quite good.” Ciara snapped her fingers. “I’m also a big fan of their moisturizing masks. Do you want to go together at noon?”

The name of the disease in the notes is curable. Weirdly enough, the doctors I worked with in the Moonveil pack have a remedy that can reduce its effects for years before eventually erasing it. I do not doubt that if Cassiel’s witch doctors got their hands on that information, they could modify and make it better. She doesn’t have to suffer. Ceila goes to work every weekday, hangs out with her nurse friend every weekend. She had a calendar, a digital one with everything she planned to do for the month. Auburn got her hands on that. So that’s how she knows this information.

Roman and I practically asked as one. "It's a cure dating back to the 10th century, assuming the spices are badly mixed, it could kill the individual rather than repair them," he clarifies, opening the room's entrance. As the final words are spoken, Roman and I move into the room. In the double bed is Mr. Red Jorge, with his eyes closed and a musical breath; within his reach there are signs of a greenish substance covered by a glue from which I get a slight smell of honey. I accept that this is the cure that Ms. Victoria referenced a couple of seconds earlier.

I didn’t understand it. “How do you cure this? How does the person become normal again?” “I’m sorry to say but there is no cure for that, it can only be treated slight with medications and the symptoms can be controlled.” He responded. “When it leads to ten patients having seizures and regular attacks, they get a pill which would help them, and the prince had been getting that.”

Everyone had guns strapped to their backs and clothes and a bag hung to our back. Well, we are not soldiers by profession but we are turned one by some strange and threatening events which threatens the well being of humanity. A virus broke out not quite long, a very rare and dangerous virus that doesn't kill immediately but turned one to a giant creature with green spots on the body and long fang and claws, a beast, more like a beast of destruction. Only the lucky ones get turned into a beast while the others died instantly, or some died 3hours after being bitten. Some were turned into ugly looking zombies and were always seeing wandering about looking for preys. The whole city was almost e

Allura looked into Knight's eyes with such confidence in her eyes that awed Raven, "did you want to ask them some questions about the cure? We have tested it several times." "That's not what I meant..." Knight packed up his suspicion quickly and gave her a friendly smile, "I really appreciate your effort." "So, this is it?" Raven rose the cure in his hand, the one Knight brought back, "We drink it and it's all over?" "Precisely." Allura nodded with a smirk, "Why? Getting addicted to the horrible pain now?" "A little," Raven joked before he nudged Knight's arm as he put the tube to his own lips, "cheers!"

I was trying to protect myself from any unforeseen situation or danger, so I was not about to reveal that I was wolf bane and my powers were locked. “There might be a cure,” I blurted out with my eyes beaming. Why didn’t I think of this earlier?” Whitney arched her brows in confusion looking at me. “What are you talking about? What cure?” She asked eagerly. “The antidote—I know of an antidote that can work on difficult illnesses such as this. It can work on any illness or poison at all, but...” I hadn’t finished my sentence before Whitney cut me short. “Are you talking about the blue antidote?” Whitney asked, and I nodded my head in agreement.”

I would rather have her to myself, but I'm not cold enough to deny her the mate of her second chance in life, the father to her pups. I grab a spare office, working with the healer in order to find out if this cure in question will actually work. I have a dirty, bloody bandage left over from Ryan and we add a drop or two to the bloody spots, waiting to see if anything happens under the microscope that will show the cure trying to fight the infection. The healer jolts back from the microscope, shaking his head rapidly. "That's not good." "What's wrong? What did it do?" "The cure isn't some antibiotic, it's some kind of molding aspect to the blood. It's changing to molecules completely, not ju