Doutor Novels & Stories

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

I won't let you mutate. Marcus was completely bought into the Doubtable Truth. He wasn't just surviving; he was performing a horrific, necessary surgery. If he struck back, he might kill the man. If he dodged entirely, the man wouldn't purge the sickness and would turn into a Savage Man. The only cure was to let the infected violently exhaust themselves against an immovable object. After four agonizing minutes, the riveter's barrage slowed. His fists were ruined. His breathing was a wet, ragged gasp.

Sometimes healing looked like laughing because someone accidentally put sugar instead of salt into pasta, thmmmmkkmm times healing looked like making plans for next week. Sometimes… healing simply looked like believing there would be a next week. As I stood to leave, Theon called my name. "Dr. Kuntz?" I turned. "Yes?" He looked unusually serious. Mmm"Thank you." "For what?" I asked him. "For believing me."

More final. The hospital felt like a labyrinth, but I eventually found the right room. The doctor on duty looked weary, probably from the countless cases like Violet's they had seen. "She's stable now, but it was close," they explained. "We're detoxifying her system, but she's going to need a lot of support. She can't live alone after she's discharged. Someone will need to take care of her, make sure she doesn't relapse." Their eyes met mine, and I knew what they were implying. That someone would have to be me. I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I'll do it. Whatever it takes."

I want to speak to her, claim her, touch her, take her as my own. A pulse of hot desire and anger rages beneath my skin, watching her walk away. It’s as though she has obliterated the rational part of my brain, as I walk too, chasing after her. Cookie, wait a moment,” Dr. Johnson calls after me. Brandon Johnson. The world-renowned neurologist. The man who heads up the neurology department here at Wynton general hospital. The department I’ve had my heart set on ever since I picked Wynton hospital. He is the reason I picked this place. Let’s say first impressions weren’t what I expected.

Sergey Lebedov! I thought to myself, but from the faint widening of his eyes, then I must have said it out loud. “So you know him, then I can assume that you know me as well?!” The same man who was having a knife against my neck said and I gritted my teeth as I glared at him because yes, I fucking know him too. “What the fuck are you doing here, Doctor Ezra? Lola’s cell isn’t this one.” I said sarcastically after standing up and wrapping my hands around my chest and relaxing my stance because now I was sure that they weren’t here to hurt me.

he replies. “I’m...” I should be strong and put on a brave face, but this is my only brother, after all. “I’m dread...” “(赤ちゃんの鼓動を聞きたいですか？ (Would you like to hear your baby’s heartbeat?).” Dr. Sun interrupts our conversation. Did I want to hear the baby’s heartbeat? Wouldn’t that be too real? That would make it too real. I’m not ready for reality.

"Madam Doris has just made a formal proposal to the surgeon who stabilized her heart. She is forcing an arrangement for a Doctor to marry your brother, Kayden." Darius’s eyes darkened, a lethal stillness settling over him. He stepped away from the window. "Kayden? She wants to hand who to Kayden's faction? Who is the doctor?" Marcus tapped the tablet, bringing up a profile. "It is Dr. Celine, sir. The prodigy neurosurgeon." Darius froze. His breath caught in his throat as Celine's face filled the screen. His mind instantly flashed back twelve months. He remembered the shattered glass, the twisted metal of his sports car, and the blinding pain of his near fatal accident.