The Genie In A Bottle Novels & Stories

But the allure of the potion was a hundred times stronger. I opened and closed the cabinet repeatedly, picking up the bottle, and then putting it back. I lost count of how many times I repeated this action. But I couldn't take it anymore. I was in agony. I picked up the bottle, opened it, and drank it all in one go. At that moment, it was as if I had quenched a long-standing thirst. I felt relief flooding through me, and in an instant, I went from hell to heaven. I continued to drink bottle after bottle until my consciousness started to blur. Soon, my world turned blank.

Jason and Christopher are also seated. And Christopher's girl is nowhere in sight. Not surprising!!! "Who knows? You might get to kiss a hot guy," Brooke whispers in Steph's ear. Stephanie glares at her and crosses her free hand. Please dear bottle, don't point at me at all, she prays in her head. Nobody must notice her. A random guy spins the bottle and the game begins. They've gone for six rounds now and Stephanie's fingers are still crossed. Christopher grabs the bottle next and spins it. Stephanie doesn't really pay attention as before.

I tried to take it from his hand again but he just hided in his desk. There was a knock on the door before I got the chance to object. Ace called a come in and a guy came in smiling. "Ghost is asking for the little" he said to ace. "I'm the little boss" I said with a frown, he looked surprised and looked at ace who chuckled again. "She's the mini-boss" he assured him. I smiled and skipped out of the office looking for Leo, the guy guided me toward one of the bedrooms on the second floor.

" Let go of my neck! Do you want to strangle me to death? " " Can't you see it? That bottle has big waist_ " The bartender didn't see anything, and the little bunny was surprised. She looked at the bottles again. What was happening? Was her eyes joking with her? Or she had gone blind. But she was using glasses. The other bottle frowned, and shouted at her. " If you drink me, I'd kill you_ " " I'd turn you into a dancing monkey! " Dancing monkey? Cinderella sniffed.

Everything was here! Delighted, he quickly began making a copy of all the information… and once he was done, he returned all the paintings to where he found them. While doing so, however, he noticed the presence of what appeared to be a bottle of medicine within the room. Raising a slight brow, Gerald then popped the bottle’s cover open to have a sniff… and shortly after, a strong demonic spirit entered his nose! From the looks of it, the Zandts used this to cultivate… Regardless, after placing it back, Gerald walked up to the mirror again before saying, “Alright, I’ll be asking you a few other questions. If you cooperate and answer me honestly, I’ll free you from the mirror so that you can

Gorgeous and sexy and all man. “Haven't you forgotten something?” Miss Rowland asked Genie as she swung the tan leather suitcase off the bed. “Have I? What?” “This,” the old lady said, and produced from her lap a small bottle of perfume. It was made of black and white cut glass, with a black cap. “Oh, Miss Rowland!” Genie exclaimed, tears pricking her eyes as the old lady pressed it into her hand.

Evelyn scoffed. “Are you talking about that marriage when you bought me from my parents for fifty billion dollars? Are you talking about that title where I never got the respect I deserved? That marriage in which I was held captive, beaten and molested, threatened and humiliated every single day. Where you reduced me into a puppet or wait, what you used to call me Genie, right?” Dylan clenched his jaw as shame washed over him. Evelyn opened the chapters of the past, of his cruel torture which he did on an innocent girl just because he wanted her brain.

“How do you know that too?” "Woman's instinct?" Dylan tucked a strand of hair into the little bottle. Then smoke appeared from the mouth of the bottle, just like when Genie came out from Aladin's magic lamp. I didn't expect to see how this damn potion worked. The potion that made my past miserable.

Even speaking felt exhausting. Genaro didn't seem bothered by her hostility. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle filled with dark red liquid. Azerbel stared at it. "Poison?" "If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't need poison." His eyes moved over her. "You can barely sit up. You wouldn't last a second against me." Azerbel glared at him. "You're very comforting." "I try." "What is it?" "A tonic." Genaro held up the bottle.