Doctor Doom Figure Novels & Stories

His mouth was smeared with dried blood and his arms were dislocated but yet still had his rifle holstered at his side. "Easy, easy, " Jack said almost inaudibly to Bobby as he entirely left the grip he had on the steering, raising his arms, with terror written all over his face. "What's that? " I asked fluttering my eyes at the figure before me. "Not human, " Bobby said. We were surrounded, the German soldiers were approaching fast from behind and we were face-first to what appeared to be a...ZOMBIE! "Bobby, MOVE! MOVE! " I screamed like a high school girl.

“You insolent fool! The apostle of Dazzle, the Witch Doctor, is the king of traditional medicine, also known as the Immortal Doctor. The Immortal Doctor can never be disrespected. Consider yourself lucky that I only gave you a slap!” Jim clutched his face and looked on in horror.

It did seem like I had a ton of other problems though, most of which revolved around Damien Flynn. Damien entered the room again with a knock with suit clad doctor behind him who looked nothing like any doctors I’d visited, he looked more like a celebrity. He even had his hair in a hair tie, being this hot should be illegal for a doctor right? I’d happily let him be my personal physician. God, did everyone in his life look like they stepped out of a tv commercial? “This is Dr. Clapham, he’s an old friend and I asked him for a favor”

Alpha Rheagor stormed out of the room, banging the door, the hinges rattled. Doom and another man stepped into the room, their head low in respect, walking to where I was. “Hello, princess." Doom flashed me that cocky smile and I knew it wasn't a good one. Behind him, a syringe — sharp and sleek — peeked out from between his fingers. “Please.” I rolled back quickly, my shoulder slamming onto the sofa where Alpha Ryker was seated. My eyes bore into his brown ones. “Please, I beg you!” Cries burst out from my lips.

He is calm and quiet with no sign of any emotion. "Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am! I thought he is your husband but nonetheless, you are so lucky to have him - he is so gorgeous..." the doctor is a middle-aged woman who has been in the field for almost ten years. She is of medium height, stout, and has a mole located in the middle of her forehead. Imman, on the other hand, does not care whether the doctor finds him attractive or not, he only cares for the safety of his unborn child.

Youdu, wait, wait for the day. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Youdu walked towards Demi Moore, asking softly while silently assessing her. He was slightly taller than her shoulders, quite petite, but still pleasing to the eye. Demi Moore shook her head, indicating that she was okay. "You can't speak?" Youdu suddenly reached out and placed his hand on her throat, causing Demi Moore to step back in surprise. "Don't be afraid; I'm a doctor and want to determine my diagnosis." Youdu saw her fear and gently reassured her.

I want this to be over with. “Amelia Hope Robertson.” “I, Dimitri Sky Hemming, reject you, Amelia Hope Robertson as my mate.” Let’s see how you react now. A smirk formed my face. “Are you high?.. Oh gosh I told Trixie not to involve drugs tonight.” I was not prepared for her answer at all. Didn’t they say that once you found your mate, your bond will be very strong that when one rejects you, you will literally suffer from the heart-break?

“Alpha Doom requests your presence. Conference hall. Now.” Mira raises a brow. “He didn’t say please.” “He never does,” I say, already standing. “Let’s go.” --- The hall is empty except for Doom, standing near a long table scattered with maps and files. Sunlight pours through the high windows, painting his black coat in streaks of white and gold. He looks up when I enter, nodding once. “You handled yourself well last night,” he says, his voice low, even. “Most would’ve lost control.”

You just need to know that you're capable of doing terrible things. I turned and walked away without another word. Even after I'd gone quite a distance, I could still hear Amber screaming behind me. "Let me out! Please! I can't stay here! Let me out!" I had no intention of releasing them. Dad would be dead within days anyway. Medical resources were already scarce. Why waste them on criminals? Since Amber was such a devoted daughter, she could stay with him forever. A year and a half into the apocalypse, the sun finally set at night again. The world slowly returned to normal.

Not quite a smile. "Come in," he said, and stepped back from the door. The inside of the house was not what I had expected. I had prepared myself for an extension of the fourteenth floor. The controlled stark look, the deliberate quiet, the atmosphere of a space that had been designed to function rather than to feel. But the entrance hall had a child's drawing framed on the wall. A large figure and a small figure standing in front of something that might have been a house or might have been a tree. The large figure had dark scribbled hair. The small figure had what appeared to be a rabbit under one arm.