Doctor William Novels & Stories

He was out the door, before I could even stop him. Typical Zayne. I continued with my drink and Zayne came back, the doctor in tow. “Good afternoon Boss.” He greeted. William was a doctor whom I had rescued a few years ago from loan sharks, as they invaded his house. He decided to come work for me, as payment for that. “It’s really deep, Boss. Whoever did this, had the intention of injuring you.” As he pointed this out, my eye caught Zayne’s, and in that moment, I knew we thought the same thing.

“Keep that up, and you’ll become the fan favourite. The last doctor we had was not too friendly with the pack members.” “Doctor Charles? I heard he passed two weeks ago,” my brows furrowed as I tried to recall some detail. “I only met him once, when I was still in medical school. He was a guest speaker at a convention. One of the only werewolves there too. He was not too friendly then, either.” A smile slipped unbidden onto my lips as a memory came to mind. “He argued with several of his colleagues during the event. The organisers considered removing him from the hall because of that.”

Setting aside his medical skills, just in terms of personal presentation, William indeed looked more like a doctor than Woody. Mitchell's willingness to spend so much money to bring in William from overseas was enough to prove the deep fraternal bond between him and Mason. With utmost confidence, William said, "Leave Mr. Mason's illness to me. I guarantee he'll recover soon." After that, he instructed his assistants behind him, "Prepare the equipment for electroshock therapy to awaken the deeply comatose patient." "Yes, Dr. Lee." The assistants immediately got to work and set up the advanced equipment.

They thought they were whispering, but their voices rang loudly inside my head but I didn’t have the power to tell them off and Doctor Michael never hurt anyone’s feelings ever especially here. “What is happening in here? Is this your time off or something? We have been standing on our feet for over twelve hours and you barely got here, so please do your work silently.” Doctor Jackson, the anesthesiologist who always works with me, said and I smiled at him gratefully, making the man chuckle. “You should learn to speak up your mind, Mic. You can’t always be this accepting and forgiving or else they will walk all over you, man.” He said punching my shoulder, and I chuckled awkwardly as I scrat

But I know it’s more about causing pain and less about stopping him from escaping. There is after all, nowhere to escape to. The doctor, panting and sweating, hurries into the room with a briefcase swinging by his side, his white lab coat flying and a male nurse hot on his heel, carrying a first aid kit. The death and destruction around doesn’t seem to faze either of them. “The luna tells me someone needs medical attention?” The balding doctor asks breathlessly, gaze roving over all three of us that are hurdled together. His eyes zeroes in on William who’s unconscious on the floor, and his eyes go wide.

she gestured towards the doctor's office. Vanessa grabbed her purse without looking back at William's she disappeared into the doctor's office. William sat with nervousness being pumped through his bloodstream. He continuously kept rubbing his index finger and thumb against his jaw as the impatience was eating him up. He could no longer take the suspense, he got up but before he could make it to the door, Vanessa and the Doctor appeared. William came to a halt as the approached him. He pulled his hands out of his pocket, expecting the verdict from the doctor, or Vanessa at least. William received the results in a brown envelope form him.

I had only just been ushered into the treatment room when I caught William’s booming voice ordering the doctors around. “I want nothing but the best for her,” he shouted. “Anything less and I will ruin this hospital!” William’s name carried weight everywhere he went, so his threats were terrifying to those who met his ire. The doctors were scared stiff at his demands, but one doctor came forward with nervousness in his voice. “O-of course!” a lone surgeon stuttered. “I’ll tend to her wounds personally. She’s in good hands.” William’s behavior was utterly humiliating to me. No matter where he went, he acted so entitled, and it made me sick that he was causing some of the doctors to be too ner

He wouldn’t die. I closed my eyes, muttering prayers as they charged him again, but still nothing. By then, I was sick to my stomach. One of the doctors turned to us. “Sir…” “Increase it.” William shook his head, not letting the lady speak. “Please.” His voice cracked at the end and I used my free hand to rub his arm, hoping to provide him with some form of comfort. The doctor sensed our desperation and nodded to her colleagues, but when the third time yielded no results, I knew it was over.

he said, his eyes glinting maliciously. Aria's eyes flashed with excitement, her voice barely above a whisper. "No one will suspect a thing." The doctor's face paled, horror dawning on his features. "You're playing with fire, William. This could blow up in your face." William's expression remained unyielding. "We'll take that risk, Doctor. We are growing by the day. We have people on the inside who will revolt at my very command." The doctor's eyes widened, fear flickering in his gaze.

But now, she found it difficult to take off her clothes, even if it was a doctor. "Let me..." Marion started, but William cut him off. "Are you a doctor?" He pushed Marion toward the door. "I've seen plenty of beautiful women, alright? Wait outside, and don't hinder my work." Marion stood his ground, clutching the doorframe. "Come on. You asked me to come here to treat Mrs. Houston's injury," William said, frustrated. "Now that I'm here, why aren't you letting me do it?" "Marion, it's fine. It's not a private part anyway. If you're worried, you can stay and watch."