Dead Doctors Don't Lie Book Review Novels & Stories

Ruby gave me a pitiful look, like I was somehow the reason she had been poisoned. "It's fine," I said before anyone else could speak. "You can take the front. I'll sit in the back." The whole ride, Ruby cheerfully chattered about food, travel spots, and fun things she wanted to do. Her energy was high, and her skin was glowing. She didn't look sick at all. Meanwhile, I was the one who was truly dying. My organs were already shutting down from advanced Wolf Dissolution Disorder. If I hadn't taken a whole bottle of painkillers before we left, I wouldn't have even made it out the door.

"Take a look at this, you sterile jerk." He froze, then grabbed the report. His hands shook as he flipped it through. The bold word "azoospermia" stared back at him. "You lied to me!" he roared at Cecily, his voice breaking. Elmer turned his fury on them. I clapped mockingly and seized the moment to smash a chair against the drawer. Grabbing my documents, I started prancing out of the house. Dale grabbed my ankle, pleading, "Don't abandon me. I was wrong. I don't want a kid anymore. Please stay."

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

Serves them right. 'Does anyone know why? Weren't they madly in love just half a year ago? He even gave up a wealthy heiress for her.' 'Who cares? People like that don't deserve a good ending.' 'Wait for the official report. Terrifying. A reminder—don't ever do something you can't live with.' I scrolled through the comments without a trace of emotion. In the kitchen, a pot of chicken soup was still simmering, meant to nourish my child.

"Are you really that greedy? You want money more than your life?" Memories of how the three of them had died horribly before came flooding back. Mouth torn apart. Skin slashed all over. Thrown into a mastiff cage. Any one of those deaths was unbearable. I hadn't had it any better. When I fell, I hadn't died right away. I had endured the agony of every bone in my body shattering, feeling my life drain away bit by bit. That billion-dollar estate was nothing more than a ticket straight to hell. I picked up the photocopied agreement, my tone firm.

he asks quietly. “It’s Layla. She doesn’t forgive,” I reply, stating the obvious. “Yeah… she doesn’t. I’m still paying the price for one lie,” he mutters. “And here we are. With countless lies spoken,” I remark. “Yeah… because we made a promise, and if lying is the only way to keep that promise, then we carry on lying until the fucking end.” I nod slowly, staring out at the blurred lights that we zoom past. “Yeah, till death do we lie.”

So far, you have met or 'heard of' (ahem) the major leads, and now book two will be centred on: Daisy, Erden, Kassian, Bryant, the demon, a bit of travelling to different continents with Isaac and more of fierce Vivanna, lol, unfortunately, the bumbling and uncertain Vivanna dies in book one and comes back far more villainous in book two. I’d also like to thank you so much for reading. Undercover_Ostritch

I raised my hand, ready to slap Joanna. Joanna screamed and fell dramatically into Jack’s arms. Before I could react, a powerful shove knocked me to the floor. My hand landed on broken shards, and blood poured out. Jack’s face darkened. “Do you have a death wish, Laura?” I ignored the pain and shouted at him through gnashed teeth, “That was my mother’s ashes!” “So what? The dead will never be more important than the living!” My eyes widened in disbelief. Before my mother passed, the one she spoke of most was him.

Vincenzo ordered all the records from that day pulled, but there was no registration under her name and no record of any doctor treating her for a miscarriage caused by a high fever. He had the doctor Sofia named dragged in. The man tried to lie until Vincenzo's men pinned him to the wall and pressed a blade to his throat. "S-Signorina Camorra told me to lie!" the doctor stammered. "She said if I admitted to treating her and confirming her pregnancy and miscarriage, she'd give me a large sum of money! I never even examined her. Those diagnoses were all fake!" Vincenzo stared at the empty medical file in his hand, and his knuckles turned pale.

I turned to my mother-in-law. "Mom… come on, don't joke around with Jess like this. It's your birthday. You're messing with me, right?" But Linda just took a calm sip of her tea. She didn't say a word in response to my question. My heart sank lower. Jessica kept talking. "I'm not joking. When I found out, the doctor said terminating the pregnancy would be bad for my health. There was a good chance I'd never get pregnant again." She rested her hand on her swollen belly. My child was in there—eight months along, almost due.