Cure Fortune Novels & Stories

Margot asked, "Curtis, that extraordinary expert you mentioned. Besides being able to heal Anthony's injury, can he heal others?" With one hand resting on his daughter's small body, Curtis turned to look at Margot beside him and sighed. "It seems like he can't. What you want to ask is whether he can cure my illness, right?" Margot remained silent. Curtis' hand passed over his daughter and hugged Margot's waist, comforting her, "Don't worry, my condition isn't serious. I'll cooperate with the treatment and find a suitable heart for surgery. The doctor said that after the surgery, I can live like a normal person for decades."

The fortress stood in eerie silence after the Revenants’ second assault. Smoke curled through shattered arches, and ash coated the mosaic floors once bathed in golden light. Elizabeth lay in the infirmary, her body still glowing faintly, her breathing shallow. Though the curse had been partially purged, the remnants coiled around her soul like a patient serpent, waiting. Lucian watched over her, unblinking. “Where’s the cure?” he growled to the court healer, an ancient wolfess named Meridia.

But, she seems familiar with the name. "You call your boss with 'Uncle'? Won't he be angry if he hear that? Wait? Jhony? R Corp? You mean, Jhony Redorge, right? Jhony Redorge, a very famous and wealthy businessman? The largest shareholder of R Corp?" surprised Leona. "Good afternoon, Sir," "Good afternoon, Sir," Leona turned to the several employees who greeted Ethan. Really, Ethan has a good position here. Until the employee greeted him politely.

I would rather have her to myself, but I'm not cold enough to deny her the mate of her second chance in life, the father to her pups. I grab a spare office, working with the healer in order to find out if this cure in question will actually work. I have a dirty, bloody bandage left over from Ryan and we add a drop or two to the bloody spots, waiting to see if anything happens under the microscope that will show the cure trying to fight the infection. The healer jolts back from the microscope, shaking his head rapidly. "That's not good." "What's wrong? What did it do?" "The cure isn't some antibiotic, it's some kind of molding aspect to the blood. It's changing to molecules completely, not ju

I said softly, “to honor someone, you have to let their mistakes burn.” He turned his head toward me, the firelight reflecting in his eyes. “And what about you? What do you want to do with all this?” I looked down at the tablet in my lap. “Find out what’s still hidden.” There was one last entry, dated only a week before his father’s death. I opened it carefully. Final Note: The cure exists. I designed it to reverse the genetic code to wipe out the mutations permanently. But it requires something pure. A donor without corruption. Her blood.

Brandon answered right away, "How could that be possible? Xander, are you out of your mind? It was Phantom Poison, and you say they've been bedridden for how long? You're overestimating me. I bet only two people in the world could cure it. "If you talk nonsense like this again, don't blame me for blacklisting you." The sound of the call ending left Xena utterly stunned. "Now, do you believe me?" Xander asked. Xander's expression was grave. The situation was too strange. Curtis had been cured, but they had no clue who did it. His curiosity was piqued to the extreme. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made that call in the first place.

I said solemnly. There is still hope," Nyra says, her voice cutting through the dusty gloom of the parlor. She stepped closer to Victor, undeterred by his withering glare. "I am already working on a cure. We have the technology, the research. If you let me conduct a few tests on you, analyze the progression of the disease in your system, we might be able to synthesize a cure. We could save you." Victor let out a dry, rattling laugh that sounded like dead leaves skittering across pavement. He looked her up and down with utter disdain. "Hope? Typical snowflake. Always thinking they can save the world. You think a few needles and machines can fix a curse?"

It won't change anything. “Sorry Ma’am. Actually we're here about the curse. Is there a way to cure him?” Gianna asked. I don't know why she's hell bent on getting me cured. Maybe she doesn't know the reason behind the curse. She doesn't know the curse cannot be untangled just like that. “If there was a way, he would've been cured long ago” “By you or Adelaide?” Gianna asserted. “Because it was the same thing she said. There has to be something. A light is hidden somewhere”

“Cure? Weren't you the one that demanded for a toxic that had no cure to kill Jocelyn? Now that you are already infected with it, you come to beg for a cure?” “I am not infected with it you bastard! Gosh! You are so fucking stupid! You motherfucker!” “ Call me what ever you want, I don't care! You are the one who is going to die anyway and not me. For now, Sienline toxic has no cure, however Mrs. Hudston was the creator of it, find her and try to make her give you the cure. Besides, you are her closet workmate, it shouldn't be hard!” “If I had known that, do you still think I would be here? She has no memory of the cure and no trace too. The flower of the cure is dead and so would the owner

Clara's smile slowly faded. The words appeared one after another. [MISSION COMPLETED.] [SURVIVOR SUCCESSFULLY RESCUED.] [REWARD GRANTED.] Her heartbeat quickened. [REASON: MARCUS WEBB IS A HIGH-VALUE TARGET.] Clara's breathing became shallow as she stared at the words. Then the final message appeared. [MARCUS WEBB IS CURRENTLY PROTECTING THE CURE FOR THE INFECTION.] Clara's entire body went still. The laughter around her seemed to fade into the distance. Even the quiet singing no longer reached her clearly. All she could see were those words. Her lips parted as her heart began pounding again. “A cure?” she whispered.