Doctor Zhivago Novel Summary Novels & Stories

Her eyes would stare at the floor for hours. Sahir couldn't see her like this. The cheerful talkative Zoya became numb and quiet like this. He fed her, helped her do her chores. Zoya has become a namesake alive. Sahir couldn't bear that. With the help of Zaki, he decided to find a doctor for her treatment. But no one could bring that cheerful happy Zoya back to life. ---- 1 year later.

He is a new doctor and according to the servant the last doctor who served the lord after him was died on the basement and they don't have any idea who the murderer is. At first he really scared of Vladimir however after a months of being a private doctor in the mansion. He used to the environment of his job and the fear he felt. He knew that Vladimir was a big time mafia lord, and if ever he betrayed him, surely he will gonna dead. Therefore, he was very careful about his moves and talks, because he doesn't want to be punished. "Doctor the dinner is ready,!" One servant inform him when he was about to enter of his room. He nodded his head and went straight first to the bathroom to clean up

"I completely forgot. Her old manor was wiped out. She will be at peace with her old life then. This is not completely a bad thing." Langhua nodded slowly. "That is the worst thing. We will work to make sure that it does not happen yet." =//= Ning Zhuo tossed and turned as there was an uncomfortable pain in his groin. He was with her, his wife, she was taking care of it. But why was it so painful. He suddenly jumped awake and realized that he was sleeping with an unfamiliar woman. He pushed her away and screamed. "Who is this? What are you? What are you doing to me?"

The courage caused by a tiny memory left with the doctor, and apathy surged through me. It was not so much caused by his words about infertility, but by the simple fact that nothing could last forever. Alyosha brought me more coffee. Boris disappeared somewhere: either he closed himself in his office, or he left home altogether. To be honest, I didn't care. Oddly enough, I was glad to be alone, to digest, so to speak, the doctor's visit and in general everything that had happened since I returned home.

“Just... just stay with me.” The bed creaked as his weight pressed against it. He let her arms crawled around her waist as he moved closer. At that moment, nothing mattered. All he could feel was the sparks running through their body. He found solace in their silence, and he realized how dull his life was without Zheira. He’s been a wreck: carrying the guilt of killing his precious sister and bearing the life of the people he wasted for petty revenge. Loud knocks broke the comfortable silence surrounding the room; it awakened Vladimir from a deep stupor. He stared at Zheira for a while, memorizing every trace of her features.

, He muttered to himself while sipping from the glass of alcoholic wine in his palm ********************** After a month ********************* In the morning, Liana got ready for work Since she was rejected by the Zoren's,she had always weeped all night and day despite the fact that Fredo never stops paying her visits It's kinda tough to stop loving Vilfredo, but it's unfortunate that his family doesn't love her On that bright morning,she felt something different in her body system The feelings within her were weird too, but she felt less haunted of what's wrong with her As glazed and unusual of her,she managed to get ready for work with the last strength she found in her Despite how stressf

Zeno's heart was pounding, his hands trembled as he slid open the salmon-colored door. Inside, Zeno saw a small child lying on a hospital bed. When the man sharpened his eyes, it was Viktor who was closing his eyes. Elsewhere, he saw the murderous gaze of the red-eyed man who was holding back his anger. Zeno was still looking around and he saw Cia sleeping on the long couch with her body covered with a blanket. Zeno rushed over to his wife who was sleeping soundly, he touched Cia's face gently, making sure there wasn't the slightest wound. He quickly turned to Vasilio, his face red with anger. Zeno shot at Vasilio until his back hit the wall.

whimpered the doctor. “Get the hell out…!” roared Zivon, not wanting to hear any more of the doctor’s cr*p! Once the doctor was gone, Zivon strode to the cabinet before pouring a glass of red wine and downing it in one go…! Following that, he lit a cigarette and began puffing on it, hoping that it’d help with the immense irritation in his heart… This child had come to him so unexpectedly… The worst thing was, the best course of action was to have it be aborted… Zivon was devastated as a potential father… Exhaling deeply, Zivon allowed the clouds of cigarette smoke to fill his cold, and lonely eyes…

His breathing eventually slowed, turning ragged instead of wild, exhaustion settling into his bones. Outside the office, the estate remained still, obedient, afraid. Inside, a king sat on the floor of his empire, shattered by a woman who had loved him quietly… and left behind a grief no amount of power could silence. Meanwhile, somewhere in Russia, five years later… “Doctor Voss,” a small, very serious voice said, “you are not allowed to move.” Dr. Sera Voss lay perfectly still on the couch, one arm flung dramatically over her forehead, the picture of a woman at death’s door. Her lashes fluttered, but she behaved.

“I have never seen him like this before.” Cindy smiled. “The angrier the better for me. The amount always gets bigger after I satisfy him,” she answered before opening the door of Vladimir's office and entering. Vladimir Sokolov was sitting on his boss chair, an empty bottle of whiskey was on the table and another was half-empty. His head rested against the headrest, eyes closed and hands resting on the arms tightly clutching them. He was trying to fight the darkness of that horrible time He lived. ‘She will be the best whore for me!’