Doctor Doom Figure Novels & Stories

She looked up and the blurry figure of the person she had bumped into who caused this scenario to happen in the first place approached her. She whined holding her injured wrist while she shivered. His aura towards her was very intimidating making her crawl backward out of instinct. His bold and strong features suggested that he was a male. He was about 6'4ft tall if Jasmine had done her estimation correctly. His jet black hair had a few strands falling over his face as the rest was held with a band backward. He was wearing some complicated outfit that made Jasmine guess he might just be a person of importance to the monsters. For someone reason, there was no sign of emotions on his face like

Damon was dumbfounded—someone at Bloomington Hospital had called him a quack doctor! "Explain yourself. How am I a quack doctor?" The man was also direct. He picked up the old man's CT scan and slapped it onto Damon's face. "I see you're still stubborn. I had other doctors look at it. My dad doesn't have a brain tumor, but you claimed otherwise. If that's not a quack doctor, then what is?" Damon laughed when he heard that. "Other doctors? Which doctors said that? I might not be the best neurosurgeon in the country, but I'm the closest thing to one. Ordinary doctors wouldn't be able to see what I can do."

Before he could answer, the door opened, and it was followed by the crackling sound of the wooden stairs. We had company. Dominic got up from his chair and strolled to the foot of the stairs and we both watched as his lady doctor descended. One foot after the other, enjoying the attention he was showering her with. “I hope the party didn't start without me.” She purred when she walked past Dominic. If I'd ever seen sparks before, they were on steroids. The idiot was smitten. The doctor was dressed in scrubs instead of her casual wear. But for Dominic, she might as well have been walking around naked.

Just then, someone stepped forward from the crowd. "Isn’t this the doctor from yesterday, the one responsible for that botched surgery? I heard he caused his patient's death, and then committed suicide for fear of being punished. I suppose it's one life for another, but pity the victim’s family! The poor lady. So young, and already widowed by her husband's death..." Tears still streaking my face, I stood up and bowed deeply to the person who spoke.

It’s the only part of the door that isn’t bulletproof. My shoulders come down from my ears when I see that it’s just the doctor outside with a cart full of equipment. Dr. Santo has an unmistakable appearance – jet black hair and skin as pale as fresh snow. He obviously dyes his hair and it’s laughably unnatural, but he’s also the best OBGYN doctor in the state. Appearances fall to the wayside when you’re that skilled. I open the door, looking past him to doublecheck the hallway before ushering him in.

A voice said from the door and the doctors, including jasmine turn to look at the owner of the voice. "Who the f"ck is he? Is he a lunatic or something?" Jasmine thought staring at the guy at the door strangely "I'm desmond and i'm not a lunatic. Call me a lunatic one more time and i'll stop your existance" Desmond replied coldly and Jasmine eyes widdened. "How did he know what i was thinking? "Jasmine thought again.. But desmond ignored her and walk out of the hospital "Jasmine" Sandra called as she stared at desmond as he left

I wasn't ready to die yet. "I am right. You don't even know me," he said with a hint of sadness laced in his tone. "Erm," I Cleared my throat and looked into his eyes. Surprisingly, he was staring back at me. "Since you don't know me, little girl, I'll introduce myself to you." He grinned wickedly. I gulped and averted my eyes from his. He must be a drug lord because he had succeeded in inserting fear into my head. "I am....." He tried to say something but I interrupted him by pointing at the elevator door.

Before Doom could make his move, a voice interrupted them. The duo looked over at the source to find a man - a wolf in his early fifties - with long matted dirty blond curls, half up in a bun and matching moustache and beard. He had a number of piercings and a obnoxious pair of sunglasses on and he looked like some biker dude. Doom turned, ready to attack. "Why don't you pick someone your size?" The guy asked. "Bruh, you have a death wish?" Is all that came out of Noelle's mouth.

Doctor Goodman retorted with venomous distain. “I have no master. I and my little sister were drugged taken from my home against our will. I stopped him from eating her. If you don’t want to believe me why don’t you check out his storage room by the incinerator.” A small venomous smile appeared at those words. The Doctor’s mask of righteous confidence cracked. He gathered his composure “I can assure you I operate this auction house and pet shop well within the laws and I can assure you my permits are all in order.”

Chapter 140 — The Most Anticipated Checkup The pediatrician’s office smelled of cleanliness, baby powder, and warmth. Drawings of animals and bright colors covered the walls, making every family feel welcome the moment they walked in. Sofía cradled Ayden in her arms. At four months old, he looked more alert than ever, kicking his little legs and babbling as if he wanted to give his own opinion about visiting his favorite doctor.