Doctor Strange Novels & Stories

a voice said. I looked up. A man was standing in front of me. He was young, maybe thirty years old. He had kind brown eyes and a gentle smile. "Are you okay?" He asked. "I am fine," I lied. "You do not look fine," he said. "You look like you need help." "I do not need anything," I said defensively. "I am not trying to bother you," the man said. "I am a doctor." He pulled out an ID badge. Dr. Andrei Sokolov. Moscow General Hospital.

In response, the doctor smiled and left after closing the door. It was a few seconds after the doctor left when finally, the lids on Georgia’s eyes started moving until they fully exposed her hazel-brown eyes that haven’t seen light for a while. For some reason, she felt frozen, as if she hadn't moved in her lifetime. Her eyes that met the chandelier in the middle of the pastel-colored ceiling then averted to her right side when she noticed a figure–and finally the warmth in one of her hands.

He raised his pinched fingers. This arrogant bastard. “You’re awake just in time for the show, by the way.” He followed her gaze to the doctor and faked a gasp, “Oh, where are my manners? This is Doctor Khaos – not his real name by the way,” he chuckled. “He’s been the brains behind creating the glorious poison against werewolves, haven’t you, Doc?” Doc jerked his brows up and smiled smugly.

"What kind of grudge could make someone so vicious? She cut it off with one stroke of the scalpel—nobody could stop her in time." "It was brutal! Did you see her technique? It's like she'd practiced countless times and was completely methodical." "Dr. Parrish suffered horribly. He wasn't under general anesthesia and was fully conscious throughout. He broke down immediately." "Have you heard? They're saying Dr. Parrish might not have been ill at all. I just heard from someone in the lab that the test results were manipulated, and even the X-rays belonged to another patient." … I stood frozen, my mind filled with nothing but the image of Jade's smile. The news spread like wildfire.

Drew rushed forward to support me, but I shoved him away with my uninjured arm. ​“Move!” ​I ripped the IV line straight out of my hand, blood immediately welling from the puncture. I grabbed the edge of the bedside table, my vision blurring into a haze, yet I forced myself to stand. The stitches in my back felt like they were tearing open one by one. ​The door flew open, and the 25-year-old prodigious doctor, also the owner of this hospital, stormed in with two nurses, glaring at me. Drake Montrose, The Mafia’s Doctor.

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.

Out of the background, a man in a gray business suit with black, spiky hair pushed back and a goatee approaches them. " Excuses me miss " The man says to April G as she stops walking to see who he is. " May I help you? " April G says. " Actually, your son over there has already helped me today " The man said. " Oh, hey doc! " Madison says as he runs up to him and April G. " Hello there Mr. Wilde " He says. " Madison, who is this man? " April G says. " Please allow me to introduce myself " The doctor reached out his hand. " I am Dr. Maxwell Cornell, Lead Specialist in the supernatural arts. "

I had just finished eating it when Merely came to me and said, "Guess what!" "What?" "Doctor Strange is looking for you." "He is here?" I asked. I did not see anyone entering. "Yes, he was here since last night." She said and added, "He is in his room. He wants to meet you." "Okay. I will head over right now." I wiped my hands and went to the second floor of the building where his office was located. I knocked on the door and heard a deep voice reply, "Come in." When I entered the room, the smell of medicine mixed with a faint smell of vanilla hit my nose. I did not know if I liked this scent or not but it sure was addictive.

Both Alex and Cheryl froze. Alex asked James, “Old man, who is this old fart? He actually opened his mouth and demanded Ganoderma?” Before James could open his mouth, that old man said cockily, “Who are you calling old fart, you brat? Did your parents not teach you to be polite to your elders? I’m Darven Mikail, also known as the legendary doctor. You can call me Legendary Doctor Mikail.” Alex took two glances at him and shook his head. He didn’t say anything but let out a sigh.