Cure Fortune Novels & Stories

"Chris suddenly regained his will to live and asked me to continue treating him, so he came back to Heatherton City. There's really nothing serious. The targeted medication, costing a million per dose, is already on its way." "Will he recover?" Adriana asked again. "We'll do everything we can. The rest… we'll leave it to fate."

We invited only kins and close friends, and there was no one from the Coleman family. Jeremy's hand in mine amid the toasts. I knew I had finally escaped from the shadows of my past and found the happiness that was truly mine. Meanwhile, Isiah sank deeper into the mire. After he left the hospital, his reputation was ruined, and he couldn't find work. He had to rely on his parents' pension to survive. During a routine checkup, he was diagnosed with advanced AIDS. The news struck like a thunderbolt, crushing the last of his hopes. He vented all his hatred onto Zoe.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

Dimitri crouched beside them. “And we stay ready.” Because outside those doors—beyond the cameras—something was already shifting. Not retreat. Not silence. A storm gathering answers of its own. It didn’t take long. By the time they reached the penthouse, the city had begun to shift. Lena’s team flooded the upstairs sitting room—phones alive with calls, screens blooming with headlines: “Petrova Speaks: The Blood Feud Behind the Fortune” “Zoe Volkov: The Heir the Old Guard Couldn’t Erase”

I shut my eyes knowing I am safe. More pain. Truly my fate is cursed.

I can confidently choose who and who not to share my secrets with. David, who has been silent all this while faked a cough. I'm grateful he did because it helped to diminish the irregular tension in the room. Ellie shrugged and cleared her throat with a low cough. "We've found a cure," she began, slowly, her voice getting loud as she spoke. She darted her voice at the amused faces of everyone in the room. "Instead of silver, we've created a cure that is capable of turning vampires back into humans," she continued.

How could she launch the cure that I had created? ****************************

Matthew said, “Yes, I heard that a lot of doctors went to Genecity to help treat a weird disease that turned someone ugly. I immediately guessed that you must be behind it.” “Haha, it’s her fault for bullying me.” Hesper smiled. She had never realized how cheerful she was around Matthew. “Tsk.” Matthew didn’t know what to do, so he just shook his head. “I want to tell you that Professor Miles and Ian found a cure. I’ll get someone to send it over if you need it.” “Really?” Hesper’s eyes shone. She didn’t want to calm the Wights down with the antidote, but she heard that Juniper was offering a huge reward to cure her face. The person who did that would receive $1.5 million dollars.

"We're very close to him already. I just happen to have tears that undo any kind of curse, no matter how hard it may prove to be." The happiness that flowed through me had no bounds as I heard that there was finally a cure to that damn curse!

Vivianne looked delighted and put the packet of gray powder away carefully. If someone cursed Theodore, they would be able to prevent the curse by killing the worm eggs, and they would also know who had set the curse. The only flaw was that it would hurt her father for a while, but it would be worth it. Then Vivianne thought of another problem. If the culprit knew that the curse on the clients had been lifted, they would no longer dare to do anything else. She began to discuss this with Frederick. "Mr. York, I would like to announce to the public that you were completely unable to diagnose their condition and that you are unable to do anything for these patients."