Novel & Cerita The Apothecary Diaries Web Novel

" I just nodded, he gave me the diary, I clipped the paper and father closed the door. I closed my eyes, I was born in the 1720's. I started thinking the year and began chanting: To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my fornlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction At that a faint light covered me. At first it was warm then suddenly I felt an excruciating pain. I felt knives peeling my skin, flames burning me. I thought that returning back in time is more painful than going forward. I dropped to my knees, I'm coughing blood and I can see my skin on the floor, blood was all around. My sight is getting blurry. When will this pain

My legs limp. And still, they didn't let me go. They both groaned as they pulled out of me slowly, thick drags that left me clenching around nothing, walls fluttering, leaking down my thighs. I crouched down on the desk next to me, chest heaving. My legs barely able to hold me up. But they didn't let me rest. Nick stepped forward, his eyes dark and hungry. "My turn," he growled, already stroking himself. Micheal followed, licking his lips. "You're fucking soaked, sweetheart. Look what they did to you."

CULLEN’s POV The rain poured heavily. The dark clouds loomed above, seething with fury. I sipped my bittersweet coffee as the Death Note on my desk began to glow faintly. I reached out and took it in my hand. An unfamiliar name appeared, along with the details of death. “Clark Stephen Daniel,” I muttered with a sigh. “Your time has come. I’m coming to collect,” I whispered, my voice void of warmth. It was time to reap his soul. The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub.

Then, the heavy oak door groaned inward on rusted hinges, revealing a pitch-black interior that smelled overwhelmingly of dried nightshade, crushed beetles, and old copper. "State your business, or leave your fingers on the threshold," a voice rasped from the gloom—flat, ancient, and utterly devoid of warmth. "We are looking for an apothecary who deals in illicit soul-binding reagents," Thalen said smoothly, stepping across the threshold without waiting for an invitation. "Bold," the voice cackled, a dry, rattling sound like dead leaves scraping across flagstones. "Or profoundly stupid. Step into the light so I can see what kind of arrogant fools wander into Madame Kaelin’s cellar after midn

“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.

Her smile looked like it hurt. The closet came next. Her clothes were still arranged by color, by season. Heels lined up like a fashion show. Then I saw a shoebox, taped shut with yellowing masking tape. I hurried to open it and inside were old prescriptions, anxiety meds sleep aids. Then painkillers. The kind doctors stop prescribing when things get too dark. And then... the diary. Black leather. Worn edges. Her name is engraved inside the cover like a brand. I hesitated, then flipped it open. I skipped the later entries. I already knew how the illness crept in.

Is predominately ruled by a monarchy who is advised by a council of the heads of guild. List Of Characters: Sylvie: Our dashing heroine. Originally from the earth realm. Black hair, blue/purple colored eyes, short and clumsy. Uncommon Mage. Xander: Prince of Everaya. Blonde, brown eyed and infuriatingly handsome. Uncommon Mage Demon Lord: Enslaver of Realms. Enemy of the kingdom of Everaya. Frank: Owner/Manager of Jitter, the café where Sylvie is employed.

she muttered, taking the flute from my hand and turning it over with a look of profound sadness before she tucked it into her belt. I moved deeper into the ruins of a side room that looked like an apothecary, and I found rows of ceramic jars that had been smashed against the walls, their contents long since washed away by the rain. There was a stack of half-burnt books in the corner, and as I touched one, the pages crumbled into grey flakes, but I could still see the hand-drawn diagrams of stars and flowers that showed a life dedicated to understanding the world rather than conquering it.

He wouldn't do what needed to be done. I scrolled down to a number I had saved years ago, a number given to me by a shady merchant in the lower district. "The Apothecary." It was a code name for a witch who dealt in poisons. Poisons that left no trace. Poisons that could make a miscarriage look like a tragic accident. I hit dial. It rang twice before a raspy female voice answered. "What do you need?" "I need something strong," I said, my voice steady now. "Something that can get rid of a parasite. A very... strong parasite."

A very elegant design covered the book cover and the words written on the first page filled my heart with nostalgia and longlines. "Personal diary of Aurora Sapphire Brown" Flipping through the pages of the diary at once my eyes saw how her handwriting changed from a kid to an adult...as the dates and years passed with a flip my hand stopped on her last entry ...... Date 27th Feb Time :2 am I can't sleep again ... The medicines are of no use when his eyes haunt my nights... Those cold eyes were again looking at me with hate... Hate is nothing new. I am used to it now...but his hate matters