You Are My Remedy Novels & Stories

I cannot do this anymore. "She will get better alpha," and with that resolve, I told him. "Are you telling me the truth or do you just want me to feel better," he asked and I gave him a small smile. "I am telling you what I hope for which happens to be the same thing you hope for." After that day, I began to gather all the necessary herbs I could use as a remedy to the poison but with every experiment, discovered to my horror that there was no solution for it, especially now that it had gone wild over her body.

She said . "Excuse me? " Raymond replied . "I mean your hand . Looks like you have got a bad burn, Sir . I have a silver nitrate cooling cream which helps a lot for such burns . I always keep it handy . " Saying so Akira started searching for the ointment in her purse . "Sir? , did she really address me as sir? " Raymond was amazed . He initially wanted to say no but she was already frantically searching her bag . He sighed and stretched his scalded hand out in her direction .

“When you were suffering last night, I stayed by your side. There was a remarkable difference in your pain because of my presence.” It killed me to admit that Vincenzo was speaking the truth. He was indeed the cure for my strange illness. After a long day at work, my bones were aching, begging for some sort of relief. So, the mere mention of relaxation changed my mind in an instant. I couldn’t help but accept Vincenzo’s offer. “But remember!” Feeling awkward, I sat on the edge of the bed, all alert. “This is for remedy. You won’t come closer!”

And I was done. I grabbed my phone, scrolled until I found Elite Pulse Fitness. Upscale. Expensive. The website promised “personalized transformation” and “expert trainers who actually push you.” I booked the free trial HIIT class for tomorrow morning and the complimentary private assessment that came with it. *If I fix my body,* I told myself, *maybe he’ll finally want me. Or maybe I’ll finally want myself.*

I glance down at the jar in my hands, silently hoping Nyx’s remedy works. Because if it doesn’t, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

Of how much things could go wrong. Wordlessly, I stepped forward and handed him the cup. "What’s this?" he asked, eyeing the liquid with open suspicion. "A remedy," I said simply. "It’ll help you heal." He let out a dry chuckle. "And it’s not poisoned?" My jaw clenched. "If I wanted you dead, Rayian, I wouldn’t need poison." Our eyes met, his gray orbs sinking into mine, for a moment I wished he could see me. He indeed looked hotter with his glasses off.

The kind that didn't leave quickly. "You should rest," Ally said. "I've been resting." I looked at my hands. Flexed my fingers carefully. The familiar hum beneath my skin, my power, always warm, always present, was there. But dim. Like a candle where a fire used to be. "How long was I out?" "Most of the morning." I exhaled. "Did it work?" I asked. "The remedy." Ally's face broke into a real smile then. Unguarded and bright and so genuinely relieved it almost hurt to look at.

Our SAT results came back, and our parents booked a private room at a Michelin-starred steakhouse to celebrate. Over dinner, they began discussing how we should apply to the same university so we could keep looking out for each other. I looked across the table at Derek and asked politely, “Derek, which university are you planning to apply to?” The moment the words left my mouth, comments suddenly flashed across my vision. [Here she goes again. Is this desperate side character going to apply to the same university as the male lead?] [I feel so bad for him. Just to keep the close ties between the families, he has to be okay with her clinging to him for three whole years!] [Don’t worry. H

If I ever get another life, I know what I want. I do not want to be one of the Children of the Moon again. I only want to be healthy. I want to run free beneath the sun with a little daisy tucked into my hair.

"You — please — I belong to you—" "And will you let anyone else touch you?" "No." She shook her head desperately. "No, Damien. Never. I won't — I promise — please—" "Who," he said softly, his lips brushing her jaw, "is the only one who gets to have you?" "You." The word came out like a prayer. "Only you. You and no one else — Damien—" The vibrator roared back to life. His fingers began to move. Hard. Deep. Relentless. His pace climbed and she stopped forming words entirely — there was nothing left but sensation and his name and the headboard rattling above her and the coil inside her pulling so tight she couldn't breathe—