Doctor Stranger Novel 621 Novels & Stories

A gentle knock came at the door. “Come in!” Doctor June said. The door opened, and a chubby, blonde-haired nurse pushed the door open. She looked at me and at Doctor June. The nurse said, “Doctor June, you need to see this.” She walked to Doctor June and whispered in her ear. Immediately, I noticed the Doctor’s expression turning sour. Her unwavering eyes landed on me. “Alpha Killian, I have to go,” she said, our gaze still locked. I nodded my head, allowing her to excuse herself. Then I heard her voice from behind saying, “Please, I'll be back really soon. You can wait for me here. I won't be long at all.”

Dante is picking the doctor up, he’s a brave man, he stands and shows he is unphased by D, no doubt because he’s used to Gunner. “Can they let you go, or am I tying your ass to the chair?” I will do it. I watch as he nods, and everyone releases him. Turning I look at the doctor, moving the drape I uncover her side where she was stabbed. He looks at me like I’m crazy, but there's no way D will let him see her naked. I watch as he cleans the stab wound and stitches it before moving to the one on her leg. “Her finger is broken. I need to check her fully, as no one said her finger was broken so what if something else is?” He’s right but D looks about ready to kill him.

I inquire him angrily. "You look me in the eye and lie to me, your alpha!" I shouted at him. "No, no alpha," he stutters as he shakes even more. I got closer to him staring into his eyes gravely. "It's business I assure you, alpha," the doctor told me. As he was about to explain everything to me, I heard my Luna mouth above the stairs. "Dr. Charles and I business is none of your damn business!" my Luna shouted at the top of the stairs.

And Anya had paid the price. The doctor’s house stood near the edge of the pack lands, far from the main road. It was a large stone house with a private clinic attached to one side. A single light was still on upstairs. Another light glowed near the entrance. I parked hard and stepped out before the engine had even fully settled. The night air hit my face but it did nothing to cool me down. I walked to the front door and knocked once. Then again, louder. A few moments later, footsteps approached. The door opened and Doctor Mike Johnson stood there in a plain shirt and dark trousers. His hair was slightly untidy as if he had been preparing to sleep. His expression was annoyed at first but the

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

“That’s not necessary. I’m fine, honestly.” “Just humor me,” he said, gentleness edged with steel. “Please, Eve. I need to know you’re safe.” She nodded, though her stomach knotted tighter. She wondered if this was care, or control, or some murky blend of both. The doctor arrived around noon—a man in his sixties, with a kind face and eyes that had seen more than most. He greeted her with a firm handshake and a reassuring smile. Alex waited outside, pacing restlessly, while the doctor conducted his examination, asking gentle, probing questions about her “amnesia.”

The doctor became very quiet. Almost too quiet. As though he was studying my face. A long silence passed. Then I heard him whisper. "I know her." His voice carried certainty. "I know exactly who she is." My heart skipped. The woman sounded curious. "Who is she?" The doctor exhaled slowly. "Vivian Hart." Silence. Then he continued. "Vivian Hart Blackstone." The woman gasped. "Blackstone?" "Yes." The doctor leaned back slightly. "She's the wife of David Blackstone."

She needs someone to blame. I heard the door open again and my focus went to the blood-covered doctor walking towards Zeus and Sandra. I watched their faces. Sandra had tears streaming down her already puffy cheeks, and Zeus was tight jawed, clearly gritting his teeth. I am sure he was fighting the urge to cuss the doc for not letting us know sooner how Jo was. "Give them about 10 minutes guys to clean up the room, and you can go back." Sandra sat down and started sobbing, scaring me. "Is he okay?" Henry asked quietly before I could get my lips to make the words. "He’s okay." Zues said sounding relieved. He shook the doc's hand and nodded at him before reaching him a brown bag filled with 75

The doctor still smiled like he didn’t destroy my life with that one word. She cheated. She must have. Unless it is a fucking miracle, some immaculate conception. My balls clenched at the thought. Ronan fucking Walsh! He was about to die. “James?” Destiny reached for me, but I gave her a look that turned her to stone. Finally, the idiot doctor caught on. “Umm… I’ll give you two some privacy.” And he high-tailed it out of the room, closing the door behind him. I stared at the white paper on the bedside table. It lay there in all innocence, the clueless harbinger of evil.

In the things they tried to make sound innocent. And Dylan Jones had chosen those words very carefully. "I would suggest you think carefully before you say anything else," I said calmly. My voice remained steady. The same voice I used in surgery when everything was going wrong and panic was not an option. "You walked into my office and implied that I am a murderer while questioning my integrity and my profession." His expression barely changed, a small chuckle escaped him. "That's where you are mistaken, Doctor." He reached into his briefcase and placed an envelope on my desk. "I came here to give you this." He stood.