Doctor Faustus Novels & Stories

he said chipperly. "She's pregnant, brother," Faelon growled. Laughing Faust shook his head and eyed him. "With a little demon angel hybrid. A little alcohol won't hurt. Plus you need to lighten up," he smirked. Faelon watched his brother head off towards the back and return with a suitcase. "It was nice meeting you Sophia, please take good care of my uptight brother," Faust bellowed as he wiggled his fingers at them both. Sophia came rushing towards Faelon with concern in her eyes.

Trembling all over, he clutched my ashes and begged for my forgiveness. The priestess’s words snapped everyone back to reality. “This doctor never earned any medical licence. He’s a complete fraud.” In an instant, all eyes went wide. Only Morpheus seemed like he had already known. Father was the first to slam the table and shout. “Impossible! Aithne’s been undergoing the texts for years! Her health has been perfectly fine…” Mother chimed in. “That’s right. Aithne’s texts never caused any problems. How can that be?”

I knew the careful way he stood with his weight on his back foot, like he was already preparing to redirect if the conversation went poorly. Daniel Reid had been a doctor at St. Aurelius for four years. He had been in the emergency rotation when I arrived, one of the senior residents who had made it quietly clear, never loudly, never in front of anyone who could report it, that he did not believe a hybrid woman had earned her place there. He had also been there the night everything fell apart.

Dario trusted his sister, he knew that if she wasn't here that means she wasn't captured, and then she must be planning something. Frank chuckled when he saw how defenseless the four men standing before him was. He could not believe the almighty Don had rendered himself defenseless all because of his grandkids. Truly having an Achilles heel was a bad idea, he mused thoughtfully. "Make yourself comfortable, Don Faustino," Frank said in a mocking voice. "I'm shocked that you have children," Frank continued making a mock gasp, "Your daughter wasn't entirely useless after all." Faustino charged blindly but was held back by Dante.

Don’t ever dare to make him annoyed. He is the owner of the Multi-Billion Wu Pharmaceutical Company. He is a physician and do surgery ONLY during the FULL MOON. Weird? A while ago, I mentioned that he is known as Doctor Alucard. When you reverse the word Dracula, it will read as Alucard. He also chooses the patient he only wants to treat. Even the oath of being a physician is not a collar to his neck to perform his professional responsibility to society. No one is entitled to give him an order. No ONE!

"As a gentleman myself, let me introduce myself. I am Don Fausto Aguilla, a mafia boss from country B. I require your assistance with something small, and in return, those pictures will remain confidential. Can I count on your cooperation?" Dr. Dwayne nodded his head and then said, “Deal.” “I'm a man in love, so I do what would make my girl happy. Do you understand?” Fausto asked with a raised eyebrow. Dr. Dwayne nodded his head, but frankly speaking, he didn't understand a word of what Fausto said; his problem was to know what he wanted from him so he could get the hell out of there. “Here,” Fausto handed him a folder, and it was a folder of the hospital he works at. It had the usual imprin

— Buona sera , Don Ravazzani. Fausto pointed at me. —Ciao , 24 David . Come and meet Francesca. — He patted the doctor on the shoulder and said to me: — Dr. Abruzzi is going to examine you. He also has equipment to listen to the baby. Let him check you out, okay? Faust, asking my permission? This was new. I nodded, hiding my surprise behind another piece of cake. He exchanged a few words with the doctor and disappeared into his bathroom.

“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.

He didn't even notice that four people literally burst into the room at once. Dr. Fabian put on a slightly annoyed look and looked at Adelard. "Monsieur, how are you feeling?" he asked, thereby frightening the young man. Not feeling any confidence in people, he clenched his hands into fists and, without taking his eyes off his savior he simply remained silent. Dr. Fabian, putting the valise on the bed, set to work. Dr. Fabian was a tall, elderly man who always had a thin white beard and too blue eyes. Perhaps this was the only thing that made his appearance memorable. But otherwise, he was an ordinary person who had a family and an old cat named Happiness.

"Suicide. Single gunshot to the head. Hotel room at the Veritas. My people found him twenty minutes ago. He was already cold." “At least he was thorough. And saved me the trouble of testifying.” "He left a note." "What kind of note?" "A confession. Handwritten, notarized yesterday." He spoke in short bursts, each word precise and hard. "Insurance fraud, patient murders, conspiracy to commit murder." "And a partner. Dr. Richard Chen.” My hands went numb. "Who?" "Dr. Richard Chen. Chief of Internal Medicine at Boston Memorial. Your old colleague." Dr. Chen. My mentor. The man who'd recommended me for residency, who'd praised my work.