Novel & Cerita Doctor Doom Figure

He smelled unfairly good, and I hated myself for noticing. By the time he stopped at the foot of my bed, I couldn’t move. His gaze pinned me like an insect under glass. “You’re burning faster,” he said flatly. “The mark is spreading.” “Fantastic,” I snapped, forcing my voice not to shake. “So you broke into my room to give me a progress report? Thanks, Doctor Doom. Do I get a bill for the house call?” He arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You think joking will make this easier?”

Doctor ordered. My mother squeezed my shoulder again, and Lady Catherine patted me twice more before the three of them exited, leaving Dominic standing at the door. "Are you feeling stomach pain?" Asked the doctor as he examined me with his equipment. He simply nodded when I shook my head. "You will be fine really soon," he remarked before inspecting my entire body for ten minutes and leaving the room after prescription medications. Dominic entered the room with his hands in his pant pockets and kicked the door shut with his ankle as the doctor walked out.

Yes, he was a womanizer as he grew up. Damon can close a business meeting in less than twenty minutes. Most of his targets were rich girls. And so, he lured them all, making them fall for his traps, and little did they know that the brilliant doctor had already made their bank account zero. That’s why the said doctor became famous and prominent as his company was skyrocketing. Some tried to bring him down, but instead, it was the otherwise. With that being said, none of them wanted to make the doctor their enemy. Damon’s company became the leading pioneer of drugs and medicines worldwide and in other countries.

In his bare hands, Luciano held tight to Doom’s heart, which by then was still beating hard. Doom looked at the heart that was in Luciano’s hand in terror and cried out loud in so much pain. Then blood ruptured out of Doom’s chest massively. “PLE…ASE….” Doom tried to say something, but he couldn’t. Blood was spilling out of his mouth with each attempt he made at speaking and pleading with Luciano. Without mercy, Luciano, in the following minute, pulled Doom’s heart out of his body, completely separating it from the whole body. And just then Doom’s whole body went limp.

One that probably hurt him, and maybe her too. Of course, that made me more curious. Because people like Damiano didn’t just inspire loyalty—they demanded it. And Cleo didn’t strike me as the type to bow to anyone unless she had a reason. Before I could ask more, there was a soft knock on the door. A young nurse peeked in, holding a clipboard. “Dr. Lombardi,” she said cheerfully, “you’re needed in Ward C. The patient with the broken femur is complaining again.” "That asshole," Cleo cursed under her breath.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

It wasn’t a great experience and I silently prayed it didn’t happen again. My mouth battened up, sealed with fear. “Follow me” he instructed, pushing me aside. He walked along the hallway slowly with his puma shoes making majestic strides as he walked. He stopped at my living nightmare. Doomsday. Doomsday is a room he kept aside to input the right information in my head, according to him.

If this one failed, mankind would have to consider evacuating and searching for a new safe zone. After feeding the drug to Savannah, everyone held their breath and observed her. She still bared her bloody jaws and roared senselessly. Everyone's hearts slowly sank. Some scientists even started packing up files, ready to evacuate. Only I noticed Savannah's fingers slowly returning to their human shape. My heart nearly burst with emotion. For a moment, I forgot I was dead and shouted for everyone to wait. It was only when no one responded that I snapped to my senses and forced myself to calm down. I continued watching.

My body froze the moment I saw the figure in the bathroom, a man, probably Raymond's age. Clearly ignoring me as he stood in the shower, water running down his damn tattooed body. He turned, revealing his fucking huge dick and perfect chest and packs. I didn't know how to get my eyes off bus body, and he stared at me like he was used to ladies watching his naked body.

A heavy drum beat in my ears. I stepped back and stumbled, the strength leaving my legs, and I fell. The doctor caught me. “Are you okay?” I nodded, not understanding anything. “Breathe,” he instructed. “Slowly. That's it.” I followed his instructions, holding his arm tight. “Is he ever going to recover?” The doctor looked sad. “Honestly,” he said gently, like he was scared I would lose consciousness. “There's every possibility that he will make it.” He was probably telling me that so I didn't lose my mind.