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28 Sienna. There’s a rhythm to the apothecary I like best in the early hours. There were no customers, no clinking of bottles or awkward small talk. Nothing but the creak of floorboards and the quiet pulse of herbs straining through cheesecloth. Peace. Until recently, that peace had been dependable and predictable. Now it’s cracked.

He needs medical attention," Sharon exclaimed, with a voice cracking as if she was almost crying or she had been crying before. "I am going as fast as possible, Sharon. You don't want us getting stopped by the police, do you?" Bobby shouted back at her. Shortly after that, I slipped back into the lands of dreams. When I woke back up, I was in an apartment, the room was littered with books, and medical supplies and it smelled like a hospital, a mixture of the smell of medicated spirit mixed with drugs filled the air and I hated it. I tried to turn my head to the right, using all my strength, my sight was met by blood stained cotton wool which was was piled up beside me, this made me to immedi

She saw me standing in the doorway and dismissed the class immediately. "Aurora," she said. Her eyes went to the leather journal in my hands. "What's that?" I walked toward her slowly. "It's Ayda's diary," I said. "I found it hidden in the old house. In the basement." Sloane went very still. Her face lost all colour. "May I?" she asked quietly. I handed it to her. Sloane opened it carefully. Her hands were shaking slightly. She read the first page. Then the second. Her eyes moved faster and faster across the words.

“It will be done, my lady.” Sandra turned on her heel, her cloak swirling behind her. “Good. I will be watching you closely.” Her attendants followed, leaving the apothecary staring at the treasure, his mind already scheming. ꁞ⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ⁠ꁞ⁠ ꁞ Three days later, Lois’s personal physician arrived at the apothecary’s shop as he always did. The man greeted him with an uncharacteristic grin, his hands already presenting neatly packed teas and powdered herbs.

MY MOTHER'S BESTIE The aroma of Chardonnay filled the air in his office, seeping out into the living room like it's trying to lure me in. Five of Steven 's friends sit around in his office, glasses in their hands, ice clicking in them. They're laughing about some sweet business transaction that they had managed to get, when I walked in barefooted, carrying a fresh bottle of Chardonnay in a tray. I've been yearning for my uncle's dick for two whole months.

Beta's statement loosened my legs. I was made to take a few steps back until Zacharias caught me. I looked at the Alpha Kings in turn and concluded. "We have to search one more time," I said as I stared at the two thick books in my hands. I recognized one of them. It was a book that contained recipes for concocting potions. It was the book my aunt used often when she practiced her potion-making skills. The cover of this book had even stuck in my memory.

The maid curtsies “Moon Held, Lord Sigmond.” “Moon held.” I hear the door to these quarters shut as she leaves I take a book from the new additions to the small shelf in the bed chambers. I’d asked the servers to replace the previous books with others about anatomy, biology or poisons. ‘Natural poisons in the Forests of Rivera’ The title reads. I’ve read this book before, some year back in the SeraphFall Manor. There, where I had nothing to do but look after the Manor in the day, and had to find something else to do in the nights, the library had become the most obvious choice. If only there were more books, I wouldn’t have to read the same ones over and over simply to drown out the noise o

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

Henry’s POV The morning sun was just a pale glow on the horizon when I slipped into the apothecary’s workshop. Shelves lined with jars of petals, roots, and odd ingredients beckoned me. After last night’s revelations, shadow beasts, corrupted runes, venom in my blood, I needed more than steel. I needed magic.

There was a small popping noise, and the diary suddenly snapped open. “April 5, 368 AI,” a cool, female voice murmured and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The diary was floating in front of Jester, the pages turning along with the voice as if there was actually someone who was reading the entries aloud. Now, I am not someone who spooks easy, but I got shivers imagining that the ghost of the previous owner—instead of a spell, as Jester soon explained—was doing that.