Doctor Stranger Novel 621 Novels & Stories

"Stay out of it. I’m going back to check on him. You stay in your room." I left her there, shaking and furious, and returned to the bedroom. The doctor was there now, a grave-faced older wolf named Elias. He was busy working on Rowan's side, his hands stained with dark, sluggish blood. The room smelled of antiseptic and the metallic scent of copper. "Well?" I asked, stepping to the foot of the bed.

“What’s up?” “Boss, we’ve got a problem,” Zach said, his voice tight with urgency. “There’s a loose end.” My body tensed. He didn’t wait for my response before dropping the bomb. “The doctor… the one from six years ago. He’s just been found dead in his apartment.”

She must have known. I stole a glance at Uno before dashing to the Hummer outside. It was unbearably hot that night, but for some reason, I was shivering as I waited for the doctor by the gate. I only calmed down when I saw her headlights from the other side. She nodded at me, and I rolled my window so the facial recognition could be activated. I stayed in the hallway while the doctor checked Uno. The door wasn't locked, though I understood that I shouldn't come in. Doctor Sanders was a psychologist. What could Uno possibly need her for if she was having trouble breathing?

She kept going. First floor. Second. Third. She burst onto the fourth floor. The hallway was dead quiet, shadows everywhere, the kind of silence that made you want to turn around. She didn’t. She ran to Dante’s room and kicked the door open. Inside, a man in a doctor’s coat leaned over Dante, holding a long needle filled with something dark and oily. The tip hovered just above Dante’s skin. “Get away from him!” June screamed. The fake doctor spun around, shock written across his face. He dropped the needle, yanked a knife from his sleeve, and charged.

Bang! But the mist was so thick, and the doctor was quick to dodge, avoiding every shot. Just as the doctor neared the door, about to escape, he felt a grip on his ankle. "Wyatt" grabbed his ankle and performed a swift flip, knocking him to the ground. As the mist started to dissipate, the doctor attempted to fight back, but Tyler's gun was already pointed at his forehead. "Give up! You won't escape!" The doctor had no choice but to surrender. The earlier struggle had reopened his wounds, and the pain made him collapse to the ground.

sighed the Doctor, who beamed at me invitingly, pulling his glasses from his grey hair and placing them on the tip of his nose, making his way over to me. "Please, Kacie, take a seat," said Dr. Murphy, waiting for me to back up onto the hospital bed, I perched myself on the edge of it hesitantly, my entire body trembling. "Look at her wrists," growled Theonardo as he averted his eyes from me, breathing heavily, attempting to calm himself down. His arms were folded tightly across his muscular chest, and I took the time to trail my eyes down his tattooed forearms. The Doctor hissed as he examined my wounds, shaking his head and turning to Theonardo he said, "She's too weak, so her wounds aren'

"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.

The car door opened as he blew out his cigar, handing one to the awaiting passenger. “Let the games begin.” Christopher said, accepting the cigar as Gerald lit. Who Killed Rebecca Fairchild and How are the Sanders going to get out of this one? They will return in the Sex Doctor Book 3. To Be Continued…… Sex Me Doctor: Side Story The instant I saw him walk into the room, my body set on fire in places I had long forgotten about. It had been four years and 6 months since my husband left me. To go through with this was so unlike me. Sex without love? How is that even remotely possible. Your body is a temple and all that, right?

I marched to the doctor, grabbing his collar, I barked at him, "Are you saying Grace is mad?" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he kept apologizing and that's exactly what I do not want! "Where the hell did you get this ass from?" I turned to ask Vincent, the doctor still in my grip "He is our new doctor after you disfigured the last one's face" he replied with a straight face. "Don… Don…" I heard the doctor call and my eyes darkened at him only for Vincent to stop my fist from meeting his face,

My guard is reduced to one and even the Doctor stops visiting daily. “I apologise Luna, I had other...matters to attend to,” The Doctor muttered as he shuffled in, his bushy eyebrows twitching wildly as he measured my blood pressure. It was impossible not to notice the smeared blood on the inside of his white coat sleeve. In his sixties, close to retiring, are there not younger men to deal with battle wounds? “Has something happened?” I ask innocently. “Nothing he can tell you about,” the guard snaps and I shut my mouth with a grimace. The doctor's deep set brown eyes give nothing away. When he is escorted out the door remains open. I do not move from my chair.