Anisa Scans Novels & Stories

My steering wheel vibrated as magical wards scanned Maya and I, registering our genetic markers, scanning our aura, cataloguing every trace of magic, and taking in our bloodstream before I could go further. I hadn’t even gone too far when steel barricades jutted from the ground to form a single narrow lane. Hidden cameras emerged from tree trunks, and motion-sensor drones hovered in from the treetops. They scanned the entirety of the vehicle before mechanical arms waved me forward to the next checkpoint. “Seriously?” I muttered through gritted teeth as I stopped yet again for another scanning magical ward. My heartbeat spiked as it scanned my memories. A robotic voice crackled: "Identify: As

“Smear that gel on my belly." The silence that filled the room was uncomfortable. I turned to look at Anin, and she held a weirdly shaped object in her hands. “What’s that?” I whispered. “Unfortunately, lovely, because it's still early, we’re going to have a transvaginal ultrasound,” she shrugged as she approached the bed and with a flick of her wrist, the stirrups appeared. “And that goes where?” I asked, looking at it, and we all stared at it; she pointed between my legs, and I got up. “Absolutely not!”

She stepped into the darkness and closed the panel behind her. The staircase wound downward like a descent into another world. The air changed first—colder, metallic, tainted with antiseptic, and something older, heavier. At the bottom, a steel door blocked her path. A palm scanner blinked to life. Fear threatened to override reason. She pulled out her phone, launched a bypass that Adrian had once shown her in theory, and hoped it would work. The scanner beeped, stalled, and then blinked green. Inside, the space was sterile and suffocating. A surgical lamp buzzed overhead, casting stark light across a therapy chair at the room’s centre. Wires trailed from the armrests to blinking monitors. B

Klaus looked like he was about to cry, even when he was clearly trying to contain himself, he squeezed her hand, they looked at each other, and the man smiled slightly. "Oh, it's perfectly normal," the doctor assured them, moving the machine on Anika's abdomen and taking a couple of measurements on the computer before pointing to the screen. "Based on the size and your last menstrual period, you're eight weeks along," the woman informed them. "Everything seems to be in order, although your blood tests show some anemia, I'll send you a couple of vitamins, blood tests, and we'll see you in a couple of weeks." "That's it?" Anika asked, and the woman nodded.

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.

They were sharp and unflinching. “I came alone,” she said, raising her hands. “And I wasn’t followed.” Cassian didn’t lower the gun. Anaïs stepped in front of it. “She’s clean.” “I’d rather be sure.” Morgan pulled something from her pocket—a small device. She tossed it toward him. “Scanner. Sweep me yourself.” Cassian caught it, ran the scan, then nodded. “She’s clean.” Anaïs stepped forward. “Do you have the satellite access?”

I turn when I hear Doctor Anya call me "Meet me at the office at lunch time so we can do a transvaginal to see if everything is correct with the Diu" “I'll be there,” I say, and head to the risk classification room to continue screening. [...] "Everything is fine?" I ask when I see Doctor Anya purse her lips and frown. "Just a moment…" she gently moves the transducer inside my vaginal canal "You can put on your clothes and let's talk" she removes the device and smiles at me, she knew how to identify a forced smile from afar. I wrap the sheet around my waist and head into the bathroom to put my surgical pajamas back on.

She walks off, Analise walking towards me with Star. "Ready Master?" I nod, either way, I am happy. I sit down and watch as she and Star hold the balloons, my eyes watching as they pop them both. I laugh shaking my head, well that failed. "You realise you were only meant to put blue or pink in, right?" I laugh as she rolls her eyes at me. "You're right Master, if there was only one baby." I stare at her, is that a joke? I turn and look at Anaya, she went to the scans with her, and they both said one baby.

Felicity says as she enters doctor mode. “We are going to move the scanner down to you. This will come with some noise, don’t panic.” Doctor Wessex reassures me. I manage to lift my spare hand and put a thumbs up for them all to see. The groaning mechanical noise of the donut scanner moving to cover my head and face feels me with dread. My eyes remain open, just knowing as soon as I close them a flashback will appear. “You have to close your eyes Aida!” Felicity tuts through the speaker. There must be a camera in here, so I sneer hoping she would have seen it on the screen.

The doctor smiled warmly as she ran a device over Anisha's belly, looking for something. "Are you both interested in knowing the gender of your baby, Alphas?" the doctor asked, her eyes focused on the monitor. Anisha's eyes danced with excitement as she nodded eagerly. "Yes, we would love to know," she replied. The doctor adjusted the device slightly and then pointed to the screen. "There you go. Can you see that?" Anisha squinted at the monitor for a moment before her face lit up with realization. "Is that...?" The doctor nodded, her smile growing wider. "Congratulations, it looks like you're having a baby girl, Luna Anisha."