Doctor Strange I've Come To Bargain Novels & Stories

I stared straight, promising death, “ENOUGH.” The screen split into halves and the poodle-haired, thick-rimmed bespectacled nerd doctor appeared in his usual bored look that women called ‘enigmatic’. And the monkey pussy-lover jumped with joy for the long-awaited ally. “Martin! Finally! Please use your Science to knock some man-sense into him before he ruins everything, huh?” “Science is not mine,” the doctor replied in dead calmness. “And how’s my patient doing?” “She’s not yours.” I glared.

He swallowed hard as he opened his lips to speak. ​"I… I already paid them what I owed," Tom stammered. "I just don't know why they came back demanding more, I swear." He turned to Elizabeth. "Lizzie, I paid them off with the money you sent. I promise I did." ​"It's okay, Tom. I believe you," Elizabeth answered gently. ​Henri stared intently at him without saying a word. Then, he looked over his shoulder at the larger of his two security guards. "Marcus. Find the attending physician. I want him moved to a private clinic uptown immediately. Get the paperwork settled. Use the black Amex."

ADRIANNA POV I signed the consent form before the doctor started. He looks around thirty, but the faint streaks of grey hair in his hair gave him a distinguished look, almost like doctor strange. And he’s also a doctor which made it funnier. I blinked twice and my vision blurred. Is it me or the drugs? Because for a second there I’d have sworn he had a cape.

BRENDA'S POV When the door opened and the person behind it was the doctor, I held my heart in my hand as I looked at him .He came over to me with a smile on his face that I felt like punching right out of his face on the spot. “Doctor Drake you better start telling me what plan you have right now, what would you sell me to the dark market?” He placed his hand on my shaking shoulder, his smile never leaving his face and my fingers trembled in a fist.

“You won't let me die, yet, you won't let me live on my own terms either, goddess. My eyes caught sight of a bowl of hot fresh chicken sesame soup set on a table to my left. The aroma wafts to my nose and my stomach rumbled in response. “Damn my pathetic life.” I frustrating say, rolling my eyes away from the savory temptation. I have lived lowly enough to understand such sudden luxury comes with a price. In an instant, I screamed to my feet, almost knocking off the bowl as I reached fiercely for the silver fork placed, adrenaline pumping in my veins, ready to face whatever bloody two eyes it was staring at me from the much darker corner of the room. “Who are you? Show yourself!” “You're as

Or maybe, daring him to pretend he didn’t understand what my bargain was. I lifted my chin, letting the dress rest just above my waist, my voice calm though my pulse hammered in my throat. “That’s my bargain, Quincy.” The air between us snapped taut, thick with something that wasn’t supposed to exist in a doctor’s office. His hands gripped the wheels of his chair tighter, as if grounding himself. His face—God, his face. The perfect mixture of shock, disbelief, and something darker flickering beneath it. Exactly what I wanted.

POV Drake I watch the clock move, that unbearable noise it keeps making. Tick-tock, tick-tock, like a countdown to death or the sound of a bomb about to explode. Maybe that's it. Because right now, I'm about to explode. But I had no choice, I panicked when Scarlett came home and asked me all these questions about how my therapy with the doctor was going. I came because if I didn't, she was going to be on my case for the rest of my life, and God only knows how insufferable my sister can be when she gets down to it. The movement of the clock is starting to annoy me. But if I turn my head, it'll be even worse, because I'll have to face this doctor who can probe my soul and guess my darkest secr

The boys are more than happy to watch TV and stay neutral for a little while. When the Doctor comes onto the screen, she asks me to tell her everything from what happened to how I am currently feeling. She immediately agrees with my suspicion. "That is infected for sure. I will call in a prescription for you. Make sure you use it." She scolds. She knows I hate taking any form of medication that is not from nature. "I will this time." I agree without hesitation. "If you start feeling any worse, I want to see you in the office. Give the medication a few days to kick in, though," Her eyes never leaving my neck. "I will," I promise her.

Jess sniffled and whispered, “Call me the second she opens her eyes.” I just inclined my head. “Alfred.” “Yes, sir,” Alfred replied immediately, stepping forward to help Jess to her feet. Once the three of them were gone, it was just me and Liam again. We sat in silence until the door at the end of the hall opened, and the doctor finally emerged. Short man. Maybe five-foot-six at best. Neatly combed hair, wire-rimmed glasses that slipped slightly down the bridge of his nose every time he glanced at his clipboard. But his movements were confident. Competent.

When he saw me, he nearly leapt out of his skin. “You shouldn’t be here,” he hissed. “I told you, this is reckless!” “I didn’t come to participate,” I said smoothly. “I came to observe.” “It’s not a show,” he whispered, visibly sweating now. “It’s a felony.” “But you didn’t complain when you received two million dollars earlier,”I said with a smile. “If I wanted excuses, I would’ve married you. Get on with it, Doctor.” He opened his mouth, closed it, then finally sighed and turned toward the door.