Dottore X Scaramouche Novels & Stories

"Listen, you already did much for her. You set up a nice ward for her here and let her men stick around. I mean, the Italians... Hah! Just sitting down with them drives me nuts. And that bitch who wears high heels even when she pisses makes everything worse. But if that's what Leigh-Ari wants, then so be it. You got this, Xander. You are not a man who breaks." A shadow flicked from the corner of my eye pulling my attention. I looked up to find Scar standing there with a panicked look. Stepping off from Ava, I rushed to him with my eyes furrowed. "It's Cattanio. I think he is having a seizure. ~~~ VERNERO POV Of all places in the damn world, it had to be in Alexander's base. My mind screamed

Seeing his bloodshot eyes, the doctor got scared and moved a bit back. "How is she?" Xavieir questioned the doctor, ignoring the fear in his face. "She..." The doctor lost his words as he was scared to say the truth after looking into his deadly eyes. "What happened? Hos, is she?" Xavier growled. His head was hurting terribly, and he still couldn’t show it out, but his words are making him go mad.

But paradise on earth did not last, as the door rang, breaking everything we had. "Damn!" The doctor spits into the air, while it is clear that he is very upset that they have taken him away from me like that. So he hands me a robe and makes me put it on. I guess I can be grateful that sick gowns exist, which are so easy to put on and cover your entire body, or in this case, the scene of the crime.

Vito’s lips curled into a cruel grin, his eyes boasting about all the things he’d done to drag the Lombardi name to the ground. “That’s the beauty of life, you think you’re The Demon?” Enzo glanced up at Xander holding two clamps in his hands, “You just met the fucking Devil.” He spat and Vito didn’t have a chance to respond before Xander attached the clamps to the chair, sending the electric current through Vito’s body.

With a shaky finger, she swiped the screen, arching her eyebrows in utter confusion. ​[Unknown]: “Check his left wrist, Kat. Under the watch. The Valdemir scar doesn't lie”. ​She stopped in the doorway, her breath hitching a wave of paranoia washed over her as she scanned the school environment frantically searching for…….probably a stalker? When she found no one in particular that could access her private number anonymously, she reluctantly looked back at Xavier, who was standing at the end of the hall, his eyes locked on her. He slowly raised his left hand to check his watch, and for a split second, the sleeve shifted—revealing a jagged, white scar in the shape of a cross.

he muttered with his usual smile on. Doctor Xavier turned to face the intern next to him rather than replying to Alden's words. “Run a test on personality disorder using this blood,” he ordered before returning his gaze to Alden. “Mr. Kendrick, we have to proceed to scanning your head. If you really are a sa—” “You don't have to waste my time by spewing too much rubbish. Just proceed to the head scan,” his cold voice interrupted Doctor Xavier, finally intimidating him. Doctor Xavier led the way to the CT room.

Mitch staggered, and his back went flying into the smashed car. The naked man went down on all fours. Mitch was watching in awe. He had red hair, piercing, cold green eyes, and he had a scar on his face, starting under his left eye and ended right above his top lip. The cracking of bones permeated the quiet atmosphere as the man started to transform. “Mitch, we need to transform, we won't stand a chance against him in human form.” Gus said and Mitch took a deep breath, then his bones started to crack too. “That's it. Your healing has already kicked in.”

"Some of us just make more interesting ones." A beat of silence. Then Alexei laughed—a sound like gravel in a blender. "I like her, Damian. She has spine." He turned to Marcus. "What do you think, brother?" "I think," Marcus leaned in, his cologne too strong and sweet, "that the good doctor and I have much in common. I collect medical oddities. Preserved specimens. Historical instruments. Perhaps you'd enjoy seeing them sometime?" "I prefer my patients breathing." "How limiting." His shoulder pressed against hers. She could feel him sweating through his expensive shirt. "The dead tell such interesting stories."

"What we just saw is classified medical information about Miss Hart's condition. Anyone who speaks about this outside this room will be terminated immediately. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded, too shocked to argue. "Mary, with me. Now." Dr. Stevens grabbed my arm and pulled me from the emergency room into a private office. He closed the door and turned to face me. "What are you?" "I'm just an intern." "Don't lie to me. I've been a doctor for thirty years. I've seen a lot of things. But I've never seen anyone heal wounds with glowing hands through touch alone. That's not normal wolf healing. That's something else entirely."

Behind me, I could feel Desmond's worried gaze following us, but neither of us spoke until we were far enough away from everyone else. The doctor closed his palms and slowly breathed out. "I won't lie to you," he began gently. "The situation was serious when Alpha Xander arrived. He lost a significant amount of blood, but your quick response and the speed with which he was brought here made a tremendous difference." My heart slammed painfully against my chest wall. "So..." I whispered, swallowing hard. Will he be alright? The Doctor's expression changed. "Yes." The single word nearly brought me to my knees. A sob escaped my lips before I could stop it.