You Are My Remedy Novels & Stories

“I won’t be able to live without you, Viv!” Liam interjected. His eyes had turned bloodshot as he spoke in a husky voice, “The very thought of leaving you to that b*stard is enough to drive me mad. Do you know how tough it is for me to keep myself sane? I have to fight the drug everyday, and there isn’t a day that goes by without thinking about you. No matter how painful it was, I braved through every single one of them. I kept going through our memories even though my brain hurt as if somebody was hacking away at it with an axe. And now that I finally can remember everything, you tell me to forget everything about you and start over?”

This was a whole new world for me and I couldn't wait to explore it more. His hand caressed my bottom gently as I came back to myself. "Mia, your ass is so pink. It's just as gorgeous as I knew it would be, although I don't think this is really an appropriate punishment for you seeing as how easily you came afterward. Still, I'm ecstatic that you gave me something so beautiful as your orgasm." I felt something cold spread over my bottom. "This is Arnica cream, it'll help trust me," he said as he kept spreading it around.

I responded, extending a reassurance aimed at easing his evident discomfort. Through years of adversity, I had learned the power of embracing positivity amidst negativity—a survival strategy that had become my antidote to life's challenges. In that moment, my eyes connected with Artemy's. His unwavering attention felt like an anchor, grounding me in the tumult of emotions. Could he be the antidote I sought, the balm to heal the wounds of uncertainty?

Engulfed by the height of fear Loud creeping mantra I hear In the midst of blowing wind Within the huge prison I seal A butterfly knocked on my empty garden Sprinkling gold dust on my dim den Nevertheless, I shunned From the colors offered in her palms Because I need healing From the monsters I was dealing Yet embraced by the wings of ease My world is now at peace She is my healing She is my cure She gives me feeling My pain I succeed to endure I found my remedy in her eyes

I hated how much influence he had on me, I hated how much control he had over my body and mind. “It’s not poison, it’s a remedy.” I snapped at him. “Running away from your problems doesn't make them go away. When you come down from your high, they’ll still be there waiting for you. It’s like using a bandage to hold broken glass, it will break eventually.” He replied calmly. His calm demeanour pissed me off even more. How can he be so unruffled when his heat and presence were wreaking havoc on my senses. His scent surrounded me and clogged my airways, dark, musky, spicy, irresistible.

She suddenly looked at Lea was smiling while looking at her silently. "Where did you find her again? " She turned towards her brother. " You guys have the exact same personality. You reek of the same aura! " Mercy snorted. Lea could not understand what she meant. She looked at the clock on the wall and said, " I would like to go back to the hospital, Doctor Phill. I don't feel too well. Can you please take me back? " " Awwwwww! Why are you asking so cutely? I can take you back if he doesn't. Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Mercy Rodgers and you are? "

He stepped forward, then wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my head. He continued, "Give me one more chance, won't you? I want to marry you with everything I am and everything I have." I leaned back into the warmth of his embrace, listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling the salty sea breeze that drifted through the window. The pain of the past was like a deep scar in my soul. It would never disappear, but it could be soothed by tenderness. My life had descended into hell because of Damien, and now, it seemed, it would find its redemption through him, too.

Then said, very quietly… “Oh no.” *** I dragged Oscar into my private study later that day, shut the door behind us, and whispered, “I need you to get me something.” He arched a brow. “If it’s a love potion, you’re a little late.” I glared. “Not funny.” “Sorry.” He leaned back against the desk, arms crossed. “What kind of something?” “The herbalist in the market square makes these… remedies,” I whispered, glancing around the empty room like someone might overhear me through the stone walls. “They’re for… confirming things.”

Before she turned her back on us as though we did not exist. Tightening my hold on the fabric, I could feel an intense rage bubble up inside of me, burning hot. I despised that memory. I despised how much it controlled me. ...Sis? Lyra sounded far away. As though her voice had to travel through several dimensions to reach me. Aubrey? Nothing. Aubrey... Aub— She nudged me softly. And just like that, the spell broke. I snapped out of it. "Hmm?" You must have been thinking of her, she whispered.

Whenever Zoe was in trouble, he would drop everything to be by her side. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up the divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago and sent it to him. After hiking what felt like miles down the rain-slicked path, I flagged down a ride-share and finally made it home. As I reached the front door, my phone buzzed with a notification from our friends' group chat. Someone had shared a screenshot of Zoe's post. [Zoe's caption is brutal! What kind of disease does Isiah have that needs her touch?] [What else? His erectile dysfunction around Floria.]