The Apothecary Diaries Web Novel Novels & Stories

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We could divorce, and end the marriage, but I didn't want that. I wanted to keep her close. She was my mate. I was never going to let her go. I swung open the door to the Apothecary, instantly enveloped in the musky smell of ancient books and herbs that made my nose tingle. Diana was perched on the counter as if she had been expecting my visit. Striding towards her with hands in my pocket, she flashed me a grin, like she was glad to see me. “Look what the cat dragged in,” she said. I took out the seat at the counter and sat, my hands on the table as I watched her.

“Why in the world was I even caught up into this mess?” I was surprised I was talking to myself but it would seem I was not done yet as I even added, “Now I even ended up becoming an apothecary luna.” with a disheartened sigh in the end. The scent of dried herbs filled the room as I leaned over the small table, meticulously measuring ingredients with trembling hands. The steady rhythm of my mortar and pestle grinding roots into a fine powder was the only sound, a therapeutic contrast to the chaos in my mind.

The room was dim until Cain moved past her to light a lamp on the heavy central worktable, and the light spread outward to catch on shelved jars, leather book spines, copper instruments gone green with age. A healer's workshop. She'd never seen one — she'd been too young when the Ashford home burned, and whatever her mother had kept had burned with it. But she'd read about them in the books she'd stolen during her years at Blood Moon. She'd memorised the descriptions: the worktable, the drying racks, the journals, the apothecary organisation of a hundred small jars. This was that. This was exactly that. "How long has this been here?" she heard herself ask.

Back at the couch, my own release hits me. I grunt, stroking furiously as ropes of semen shoot across my stomach. I opened my eyes while the fantasy faded. “Am done waiting, I must have you Anna.”

"You called me in such a hurry, I thought I'd be dealing with a patient on their last breath. And yet, here we have a perfectly healthy woman—well-nourished, just a bit overtired and scraped up. This was your 'urgent case'?" Ace avoided his gaze, muttering, "Zayla nearly fell off a cliff. That's urgent." Jamir froze. "Wait. Zayla? Which Zayla? You mean the Zayla—the double PhD in virology and pharmacology, the one who won a national research award?" I nodded. "That's me." Jamir's eyes widened in shock before his expression morphed into something akin to reverence. He fished a business card from his pocket and pressed it into my hand.

Its cracked spine bore a date in faded silver ink: 2029 – Spring Semester. My heart thudded. 2029. The year before I arrived. Fingers trembling, I pulled it out and flipped it open. Pages of potion inventories, ingredient lists, enchanted brewing instructions. My eyes scanned desperately until a name leapt at me from a crinkled page margin: Mira Blackwood. My breath caught. Scribbled notes surrounded her name – dosage adjustments, resilience thresholds, something about moonwater dilution. I flipped the page but before I could read further, harsh white light flooded the vault. I squinted up, tears spilling freely.

And then they would all walk into it, bound by their Oath, to tell him a story. That night, as they prepared for the impossible, Liora held the journal. She opened it to a blank page. She didn't write. She just thought. She thought about her life. The simple joy of being an apothecary's assistant. The terror of her awakening. The fierce love for Ashiel. The wonder of Lyra's songs. The quiet strength of Kael. The loyalty of Ronan and Elara. It was a messy story. It had pain and fear and betrayal. But it also had love and courage and hope. It was a story worth telling. It was a story worth fighting for.

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.