Dottore X Pantalone Novels & Stories

The two men slowly becoming the tourist attractions in the hallway as they slowly attracted the gazes of doctors, nurses and patients alike as they stood outside causing word to spread throughout the hospital of the two. XD had a wild aura to him. The tattoos that ran all over his body and his muscles made him look like a bad boy, which he was. Xander, on the hand gave off a scholarly air, and though he was just as ripped as XD, he was gentler and more humane making him more approachable. “What the hell are we going to do about him?” XD said furiously as he shut the door as Xander looked at him and said, “We? No, it’s your problem.”

SEE YOU LATER, MR GRUMPY PANTS. He did'nt know whether to laugh or cry. Noelle.... what would he have done without her? He took his bath and got dressed before laying down on the couch, wrapping the blanket around him as he stared at the TV. It didn't take long for his exhausted mind to shut down, sleep whisking him away. .. "What did the doctor say?" Alessio asked Xanthis who sighed. "Apparently, I have a lung infection which is not very serious and can be treated within few months" Xanthis responded and everyone else who was in the sitting room, sighed with relief.

The Doctor said and nodded. The Doctor gently applied the cream and Grace made the mistake of wincing in pain. The Doctor was suddenly pulled away from Grace, as Xan had his hand round the Doctor’s neck! “How dare you hurt her?” Xan growled as he started to squeeze the Doctor’s neck. “Xan he didn’t hurt me, it is fine! He is just doing his job! Please!” Grace said in a panicked voice. But Xan did not stop and suddenly a memory came crashing through her mind.

Elena sat in a leather armchair, a teacup balanced perfectly on her knee, her expression hardening into absolute venom the moment she saw me. Across from her sat Enzo Valenti, an older man with silver-streaked hair and a tailored suit that practically screamed old money and spilled blood. Next to him was a younger woman—presumably his daughter. Immaculately dressed in a conservative cream dress, her manicured fingers twisting a diamond ring on her left hand. And then there was Frank. He was standing behind his massive mahogany desk, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his forearms, a glass of amber liquid halfway to his lips. When his eyes met mine, his jaw tightened so hard I heard the click of h

"Over the years, I must have caused a lot of problems for you and the other soldiers. Please spare me the details but I'm sorry." "It's not your fault. If one of my children was kidnapped, I'd be doing the same thing. As for the time that you went to Italy and Russia, I guess in the end you turned out to have good intentions too and then all the times you've been abducted, we can't really blame you for either," he explained. I smiled before the restroom door opened and Xanthus came in with a shopping bag. He unloaded it to reveal a blue T-shirt that he threw in Alessio's direction, five boxes of pills and a bottle of water.

Stephen narrowed his eyes in disbelief, and once he deemed Xavier was telling the truth, he went ahead and said, “Pick something for me, you know them best.” Xavier grinned, hurrying to the man's closet and picked a black denim trouser, a dark-gray slim fit v-neck t-shirt, and black boots. He flung them to the guy, closed the closet, and leaned on it.

“I… I will do that. I will do that.” He turned and approached the fat man. “No, you can’t do that. I am your boss.” The fat man exclaimed. “Sorry, I don’t want to die.” Pa… The smacking sound resonated inside the room. The skinny man trembled while the fat man glared at him in fury. “Why did you stop? Shall I remind you what I asked you to do?” Xander roared again. “I am doing… I am doing.” Pa… Pa… Pa…

"Perfect. That's just what I had in mind." Her breath caught in her throat. Wasn't he supposed to be angry? She genuinely couldn't understand him. He clearly loved Xyla a lot. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Quentin let go of her hand and went downstairs. When he opened the door, a middle-aged man with glasses smiled at him. "Hello, is this Ms. Xantho's home? I'm Mr. Xenos' family physician." He was carrying a medical kit. He must've rushed over, as there were visible beads of sweat on his forehead. But he was very polite.

"Paxton, come here." Dr. Sander interjected. "Xander, Paxton's hand is injured and hasn't healed yet. Let Ms. Renee do it instead." Without further protest, Xander relented and began to untie his robe. As it slid off, the fiery rash on his torso stood out more than his chiseled abs. It resembled a searing hot iron, leaving Abigail feeling shocked and concerned as she gazed upon his afflicted form. Dr. Sander handed Abigail some medical gauze. "Ms. Renee, please apply the medication to the inflamed areas."

Fred whispered. "Heyyo, Xander, we have a guest." Brendan announced. Xander looked over to them. His eyes met Dante's. He maintained eye contact for about a minute before he looked away. "Who?" He asked in a thick but soft voice. Though he looked so uninterested. "The new doctor. Boss's personal doctor." Xander looked over again. Dante raised his eyebrows when Xander kept staring at him like he was a cockroach. 'what?' Dante mouthed. Xander chuckled to himself.