The Forgotten Home Apothecary Book Novels & Stories

Not under the pillow, not in the herb basket, not anywhere I had learned to check — but inside the front cover of the thick reference volume I used every single day, the one that lived on the center table of the healing house and had Vera's name written in faded ink on the first page and had been handled by every healer in this pack for the better part of a decade, and I found it when I opened the book to check a compound ratio mid-morning with Vera two feet away at the cabinet behind me. I saw the fold of the paper before I saw what it was, and something in my chest understood before my mind caught up, and I closed the book and said nothing and walked out of the healing house and into the c

He said I sighed "You need to drink this for your recovery, don't you want to go home" I said He glared at me and take the medicine. Even if he's like that I won't stop losing hope, he'll remember me, he will. After he took his medicine, he fall asleep and I went out to the hospital to buy some things in the grocery. It's Sunday so the grocery store have a lot of people. After buying the things I need, I go back to the hospital.

We tied up our horses by that pole and walked into the cabin. The outside looked run down. Once we walk in, we see things are scattered everywhere. You could tell there was a struggle. I walked over to the table, it's littered with miscellaneous items but one thing stuck out to me. It was an old book with a silver moon on it. Picking it up, the book is hefty and thick, it looks interesting. I know I shouldn't steal but something drew me to the book. Plus I've done a lot worse than stealing. Still, Kathleen would be notably upset with me. Though, it is my kingdom. Technically I own everything here.

Like he did not want me to hear it but he forced himself to give me an answer. More tears fell from my eyes when I heard his words. Lung cancer... I stopped studying because she was sick before. That is why I ended up being a maid at Fronacios' mansion. After that, I could not remember anything. That is all I could remember clearly. I did not realize that I fell asleep in Ravaniel's arms. I was already in my room when I woke up the next day. When memories poured in my mind, I closed my eyes. "Nathrelya..."

Perhaps it was a reluctance born from the knowledge that within those ink-stained pages lay the tale of her family's fracture, a narrative she had already heard from Abel, her youngest brother. He had stood before her, his voice trembling with a mixture of guilt and desperation, recounting the events that had led them to this precipice. He confessed to his part in the upheaval, revealing a truth that had fractured the very foundation of their familial bond. It was a truth that still hung in the air, casting shadows over the once familiar contours of their lives.

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She had made her choice, and she would not dwell on things that could not be changed. On a quiet afternoon, Lyra found herself in the heart of an ancient library—a place she had visited many times before in her quests for forgotten memories. The library was vast, its shelves filled with scrolls and tomes that stretched back through the ages, documenting the lives, histories, and memories of countless souls. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by shafts of light that filtered through the tall windows. It was a place of peace, a sanctuary for those seeking knowledge.

The Forgotten Mate 4. The Baby. Months had passed since that fateful night, and yet the memory of the mysterious man lingered within the depths of my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting happiness he had brought me. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the pain of my existence persisted, unyielding in its relentless grip.

His father answered “The patient is awake, we transferred him to the private room. But I have a thing to say since his head hit so much, he may forget the memories he has.” “Will he forget everything doc?” I asked “It is possible. if he remembers anything, it could be just his family.” The doctor said I cried of a sudden thing that comes to my mind. Will he forget me? Our memories? We went to the private room where he was. There is a bandage on the head. He looked at his family first and he never looked at me “M-Mom.” He called “You remember me?” His mother asked “Yeah.” Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.”

In their home, in the grand gathering area outside of the fortress, but within it's walls. The Lorekeepers, the Clutch Elders, Tomas the elderly priest who had married them, her parents, the Eastern Emperor and his family. All would be present. As these thoughts chased themselves across her mind, she stretched her body and reached for her husband. Husband. The very word made her smile. Her life had changed so much Tine had come into her life. Now, secrets were about to be revealed.