Doctor Who Edge Of Destruction Novels & Stories

I yell when I take notice of a familiar figure walking around the parking area. "Hey!.....Killian? Hey!" I call for him again and this time he finally looks back, the usual blank expression plastered on his face. I jog up to him when he stops walking and stands still. His strong scent hits my nostrils immediately, he smells like cigarettes and I absolutely hate it. I try my best to ignore the irritating scent and look into his eyes. I'm standing closer to him so now I've a clear view of his eyes, of his face. He has beautiful forest green eyes, his blond hair and sharp jawline makes him more of a handsome guy. He has a subtle bear growing on his jaw, it makes him look older than he is. Nonet

“Sorry, what was that?” He looked at his watch, checking the time before meeting her eyes, “I’m surprised you forgot.” She was a bit confused, “Ah? I’m sorry… did we have this conversation before?” She felt a sudden pang of exhaustion crushing through her, weighting heavily on her body. She gazed at Charles, her vision obscuring, his voice seemingly fading. “Doctor? Are you alright?” Her grip loosened and the mug slipped between her fingers, shattering into shards on the white floor. She hastily grabbed onto the side of the desk for support, finding it difficult to breathe, “Charles… ca—call lieutenant Brooks—”

"Didn't you just say you wanted to find me?" At this moment, Elsa's voice rang out. "Mister Andy Nosh! He... he... he's the young Hestian medicine doctor who caused me to end up like this!" She pointed at Liam, her pupils wide, her body trembling uncontrollably! Not just Elsa, but Michael's face also showed immense shock! They had never expected that the young Hestian medicine doctor they hated so much, who had suddenly disappeared, would have followed them and come to Mister Andy Nosh's banquet!

I was surprised to see Lilith looked unhappy. Blake came in, floating in the air with his feet dragging on the mansion floor. His face was swollen and blood was dripping out from his mouth as well as from a wound on his neck. I choked back my tears. I blew him a kiss and he smiled, one last smile then he let out one last breath and his head fell forward. I felt the bond break and clutched the banister of our grand staircase. It was painful but it was more painful to see him suffering like that. He had to let go. I had to let him go. "I will be with you soon, my love," I whispered and the wind outside began to howl.

The second Dylan saw me, his eyes lit up with relief as he pulled me tightly into his arms. "Charlotte, you're finally awake! "The doctor said you lost too much blood. I thought... I thought you were never waking up again." His eyes were red. The decisive, ruthless Mr. Sinclair who dominated the business world now looked like a child who had made a terrible mistake. In the end, it was Sophie's broken sobbing that pulled me back to reality. I looked up. Kneeling on the floor was Sophie, dressed in filthy rags. The arrogance and viciousness she once carried were completely gone. Her body was covered in blood, and she stared at me with pure terror in her eyes.

The next thing, my eyes were closing. "Ezra." I hummed tiredly. "You should sleep for a little while." Mason voice actually brought me back. "Oh, I can’t." "You literally look delirious." "That’s too dramatic." I groaned. "You said ‘microwave’ instead of ‘doctor’ ten minutes ago." I cracked one eye open. "No I didn’t." Mason just looked at me. "Okay maybe once," I admitted. He shook his head, but he was smiling again.

He has an extensive square body with tree-trunk arms and legs to match. A soda machine with legs! He grins sadistically at Hector, taking pleasure in Hector's pain. With a mighty pull, the man I am assuming is Achilles, yanks and twists the weapon, pulling out some of Hector's entrails. I immediately close my eyes and try not to gag. I have to get Braxius out of here! "HECTOR!" Braxius screams in anguish. Opening my eyes, Braxius run towards Achilles. Running towards his death. NO!

Do not trust anyone who comes looking for you. The white rose. The letter. Father's strange reaction. Someone was watching. Someone knew things about our family that they shouldn't. And now Vanessa had been deliberately framed. I was so distracted that I didn't notice someone approaching from the opposite direction. Until— Thud. The folder slipped from my hands. Papers scattered across the marble floor. "Oh, Gosh." I crouched immediately. A hand reached down and caught my arm. "Careful." I froze. Then looked up.

I said it as a doctor. I felt it as a mother. I stepped into the hallway, and only then did a tear escape. As if my body had released it so I wouldn’t explode. As I walked, made calls, and asked someone to cover my clinic, my mind kept repeating the phrase I hated most. He’s unconscious. And that… that is what destroys you. I arrived. And I saw him. And my heart made a sound I didn’t know it was capable of making. “Ayden!”

I held my breath, the golden light in my eyes flickering. Then, Elle let out a loud, healthy cry. Her skin turned pink again. Her eyes opened, and she looked at me. She reached out her tiny hand and touched my face. "She’s okay," I sobbed. The gold light faded from my eyes, and I felt a wave of exhaustion hit me. "We have to go, Hazel," Jane said, starting the boat’s engine. "The Doctor... he’s getting up." I looked back at the yacht. The Doctor was standing in the broken glass. His chest was caved in, but he was laughing. He held a remote in his hand.