Doctor Doom Figure Novels & Stories

The only warmth in the room was the presence of one man Dope. His back was to them, shoulders hunched in concentration as he examined medical charts spread out on a nearby counter. Serena’s breath caught for a moment. It had been years since she’d seen him last the man who had once been her first love, the brilliant forensic doctor whose mind was as sharp as his presence was magnetic. Dope turned slowly, his dark eyes catching the light and holding Serena’s gaze with an intensity that made her heart pound in her chest. A faint scar traced the ridge of his brow, a reminder of battles fought both in the lab and out in the world.

“You’re a good doc, Domino, but I’m going to need you to butt out this time.” I laugh. Dante’s voice is beautiful. “Fine!” Dr. Domino throws his hands up. “See what I care. You’re getting on a fucking plane, anyway.” He yanks a few orange prescription bottles out of the pocket of his leather duster. “Take these if you don’t want to die of infection.” He slams them down on top of the mini-fridge next to the door and storms out. Dante doesn’t wait a second before racing to join me in bed. Still, I notice the way his left leg drags behind him a little. And the sling—

The Red’s. The whole place was gloomy. The head of the family, Henry Red was nestled in his colossal bed, surrounded by a flock of people all donned in black ensembles except for the doctor who was in white. The doctor came from the nearby city hospital. Doctor Francis Somber had been Henry’s doctor since he had his license. He came from a long line of physicians and his predecessors had been trusted and reliable Red doctors since. “How is he?” A bony man asked. “He is getting weaker. But I am giving him the necessary medications that will make the pain bearable.” Francis said with a heavy voice. He and Henry were great friends.

Something he couldn't control with a bank account. "It’s... it's so fast," Dominic breathed, his voice barely a whisper. He reached out with his free hand, his fingers hovering just an inch from the screen, as if he wanted to touch the heartbeat. "It is perfect, Signor Thorne," the doctor said, printing out a thermal image. "Strong. Resilient. Just like the mother."

Classic. My throat tightened, but I smothered it with sarcasm before it could rise. “What? You think Matteo gave me cooties?” I said, biting down the word trauma before it could slip into the open air. Luciano didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. “I think he’s not above injecting people with things that rot them from the inside.” “Charming.” I turned to the doctor. “Alright, Dr. Doom, do your worst.”

"You're going to report that Camilla is pregnant. The test results are positive, the pregnancy is healthy, and there's no reason for concern. Do you understand?" The doctor swallowed hard. "And if I refuse?" Adrian's finger moved to the trigger. "Then you'll never deliver another baby again. Or walk. Or stand up to take a piss." The doctor looked at the gun, then at Adrian's face. His hands were shaking, his whole body was shaking, and I could see tears forming in his eyes. "Please," the doctor whispered. "I have a family. Grandchildren." "Then you should want to go home to them," Adrian said. "With your testicles still attached."

Then, Papa looked at me. I shook his head. "He never was. He's just someone who's drowning in debt." Papa's tone was chilling. "Is that so? Then, take him alive. Let's go back and toy with him slowly." The Soldatos acted swiftly, first dislocating Valerio's jaw to prevent him from attracting more zombies before hoisting him up. We passed through the stairwell as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, the zombies had already begun swarming up from below.

Clive looked puzzled as to who is this woman in front of him right now. 'She's not like this earlier.' He muttered to himself. Celeste stood at the center of the Emergency Department's office and gestured to Clive to stand beside her. "Everyone, gather around here. This is Dr. Clive Aster. He will be the new 'Head of the Emergency Department'. Do you have any objections? Tell it to me now." Celeste looked around and she saw puzzled faces surrounding her.

He stepped forward and fired off two shots—one in each head of the men I’d injured. Domenico nodded. “Thank you, Santiago.” He took a step forward, but before he could take another, his legs gave out and he crashed to the marble floor. “Fuck.” Santiago rushed forward and called the others over. They got him to his feet and walked him out to the car. “Miss,” Santiago said as I watched in horror as Domenico’s strength spilled out of him. My gaze moved away from him to Santiago. “Get him to a doctor. Fast.”