You Are My Remedy Novels & Stories

-Don't worry, I'll be right there, don't be afraid and I don't want you to be nervous either, I promise I won't let them hurt you. Low battery -All right, bye. Instantly the cell phone had turned off and I was in the middle of a situation that I didn't believe myself, I just hope this all works out.

she grumbled. “Good morning to you, too. How are you feeling?” I asked, and pushed a glass of my remedy toward her along with the two aspirin. “Not as bad as I’d expected. How did I end up in bed with your mom?” she asked. I grinned at her, and nodded to the pills and drink. She popped the pills into her mouth, then took a swig of the drink. “Ugh! This is awful! What is this?” “It’s a hangover remedy,” I answered while dishing out the scrambled eggs onto a plate that already had bacon, toast, and sliced banana on it. “Here,” I gave her the plate, “eat this after you drink that. It’ll get rid of the taste.”

“I’ll never let you go. Because you’re mine. And somehow you have something that belongs to me.” “What?” “My cure.” He moved closer. Still holding my chin. “You’re the only person who can stop my sleepwalking curse. Your touch. Your blood. Your—” He paused. “You. So yes you will always be with me Remi. Always.” “So that’s what this is?” My throat tightened. “Your cure. That’s what I am?” He let go of my chin. Took my hand instead. Pressed it flat against his chest. His heart. Pounding. Racing.

I don’t have the time to panic at the strange developments on my hands as a globe of slick escapes my backside, feeling so good, too good that my bottom hole is clenching in the air. Wanting, seeking for something, anything that can plunge into me at full force and drill me open, until it is touching my inside… my womb. No! “Here,” Remi pressed three pills into my mouth before she lifted my head and let me sip the cup of water with a straw. I swallowed them without thinking. She places a patch on the bite mark, letting it attach and sink into the mark. “This will help for a few minutes.” No! No! It wasn’t helping at all!

My familiarity with such remedies stemmed from my time spent in the maritime world, where a basic understanding of natural healing methods was essential. With a wooden cup, I gently poured the herbal mixture into her mouth, making sure she swallowed it slowly. The bitterness of the herbs seemed to momentarily awaken her senses, and she took a few sips. I continued to offer her the remedy, maintaining a watchful eye on her to ensure she didn't have any adverse reactions. "Isabella, you're going to be just fine," I assured her, my voice filled with a mix of hope and determination. Blaire, still emotionally shaken, sat by Isabella's side, offering her comfort and reassurance.

“Then maybe you should ask him. I doubt he came back because of this, he came back because of something else.” “Oh! And what is it?” “I won’t tell you. You should ask him.” She put her hand on my chest and a soft light emanated from her. It calmed my growing frustration and stopped the coughs. I knew all the Remingtons could heal one way or another but this was too good to be true. And before knowing it, I didn’t feel sick anymore. When she removed her hand, I felt completely healthy. “Wow! I didn’t know we could do that.”

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?

I won't let you use me anymore. -Elenor, you're the love of my life, and I won't give up on you! Tears stream down my cheeks. When did I become so weak!? Why do I melt at the words thrown in the wind by a stranger!? -Well, if you love me as you say, don't get close to me anymore! -You can't ask me that, he says through clenched teeth. -That's what I want. -Until your memory comes back, I won't stay a second away from you. Got it?

The one thing that she turns to when she needs an escape from her reality at the moment. “You must have something.” Gabe prombts her. “An old, worn out copy of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë that I keep in between my mattresses so that no one will find it and take it from me. Reading that book always brings me comfort.” And gives her hope. It makes her feel so much better to read it.

He taught me to directly face my shortcomings—to accept that part of myself. And after being with him, my health improved and the symptoms eased, reducing the need for medication. We definitely started out with lust, but fate always turned out to be a curious thing.