The Genie In A Bottle Novels & Stories

A pair of reading glasses, a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird, a few pencils, a necklace, a bottle of something shoved to the back, the end of the bottle hardly in view. I pulled out the bottle and in a split second tried to read the label, but couldn't make out the tiny words in time. I handed Genevieve the thermometer and shut the drawer, holding the little bottle behind my back, trying to act as casually as I could. Genevieve stuck the thermometer in her mouth and leaned her head back, shutting her eyes. The mysterious bottle felt heavy in my hand and I needed to know what it said. "I'm going to use the restroom really quick," I said and Genevieve just nodded, her eyes still closed. I steppe

And this was definitely not a part of “everywhere” I didn’t stress myself with being shocked. I had experienced enough unnatural things today to be partly immune to unusual occurrences. It was glowing at me now. The ugly lady— Shit! I called her ugly again. I stared at her and smiled awkwardly as he handed me a glowing bottle that was glowing. Let’s just call it a glowing bottle. “That’s a potion.” She said just as I was about to ask. “It contains transmogrifying elements that can alter your wolf’s blood.” She said and I just stared at the glowing bottle.

Free from this world for eternity. The horse neighed in attention behind me, and I'd even almost forgotten I wasn't alone. It was time to leave. Just on cue, a tiny bottle fell from up and landed in my hand. No, it floated, otherwise I wouldn't had even know it would fall. It was a small green vase-like bottle, with glowing diamonds round the sides. It didn't make any sense to me at the moment. But I still held it tight in my hand, and walked forward to the horse. After getting back up on the horse, I took one last look at the deserted hell, shoved the tiny bottle in the bag with the other gifts I'd received, and brought out the dragon stone that was already in my bag.

"The information in the book is true. The healing power of the Hidden Race is indeed hereditary!" I continued to pretend to be under the control of the magic curse and only treated his wounds. I didn't react to anything else. Bennet became more and more excited. With a wild smile on his face, he suddenly took out a bottle of medicine from the pocket of his black dress and swallowed it. What was in that bottle? The next second, he beamed, His fingers clenched firmly into fists, bringing out the blue veins of his arms. But quickly enough, his face twisted in pain and his eyes became bloodshot.

Lucifron nodded and the genies, uncapping the bottles, immediately turned to steam and entered the bottles. He takes one of the bottles, and wishes the genie to come out and obey him. And immediately, a creature that looked more like a demon than a human being came out of the bottle. It was red with black eyes, had claws instead of nails and had no legs, just a red vapor that connected it to the bottle Lucifron held. He sets the bottle down on the floor. At the same time, he hears Sun ask: - What is your wish, master? He takes the second bottle, and another identical being, but black with red eyes appears.

Jake asked. Genie rolled her eyes and stood up, walking to the kitchen. When she came back, she was holding a glass cup filled with ice. “Do you know something that is cold?” Jake raised both hands up. “Okay. You’re hot. Very. Just don’t pour the ice on me.” Genie brought the glass to her face. “Oh this? This isn’t for you. It’s for the wine. And it’s the North Pole, not the ice.” “You are one scary human being. You know that?”

He leaned forward, "I'll assume Redford is behind your little visit?" "Redford and Mshindi are waiting outside of town, they were worried about you, thief," Zinjo growled softly, "Now what is so special about the bottle?" Mashek's voice grew lower. "The bottle is meant to hold a creature like Dunkelheit. Bathory calls them witch traps. He thinks the key to stopping Dunkelheit is to bottle him up again. Although that is just the beginning, he thinks we need a spell to activate the bottle."

“And for a girl who’s been kept in the dark about so many things.” As I watch, blinking rapidly in a near-futile attempt to keep myself awake during the course of the next few minutes, Elder Jet reaches into his breast pocket. He retrieves a small, slender blue bottle that’s barely larger than my pinky finger. The bottle is corked with an elegant golden seal, and the liquid inside the potion is a blue aquamarine colour that looks like it’s glinting with a million crushed stars. The liquid appears to be strangely viscous, and as Elder Jet turns the minuscule bottle up and down, a large bubble of air tries to make it from one end to the other before simply dying in vain.

She was going to learn what it cost to treat me like I was disposable — some useless, forgettable girl she could toss aside the moment something more interesting walked into her life. "Take this." Giselle's excitement practically vibrated off her as she pressed a small glass bottle into my hands. The liquid inside glowed faint purple, swirling on its own like it had a pulse. "Just add it to her drink, and she'll listen to whatever we want. No resistance. No memory of choosing it herself." I turned the bottle over slowly in my palm, watching the light shift inside it, my fingers unsteady in a way I hoped neither of them noticed.

When he saw me carrying the cases in, his hand slightly trembled, and there was a flash of unease in his eyes. “Zeena, again…?” “Dad, this time, it's real.” I opened the case, took out a bottle, and placed it in his hands with a smile. “Back then, I was blind and made you suffer. From now on, our family will only drink the real stuff, and we'll only keep genuine people in our lives.” Dad rubbed the smooth bottle. His cloudy eyes turned moist. He patted my shoulder, and all his words turned into a long sigh.