Dr Bright Novels & Stories

I stated as he looked at me for a second. The door of the cabin opened as Abhinn looked at both of us, “what happened?” He asked. “Umm… Her father’s backbone has a fracture, she needs to leave early today,” He summarized my words in his own before presenting them to Abhinn. “Oh… umm, sure,” Abhinn said as she looked over at Dinesh.

I said, pointing them to the room. “What happened to you? “Why are you looking like this?” My father asked as soon as he set his eyes on me. “I will tell you everything later, dad. Daniel is …?” “The patient suffered a mild concussion; he should be sent to the hospital for treatment,” Dr. Martin said, interrupting my sentence. I heaved a sigh of relief at those words. I hadn't killed him.

I hit the Bluetooth and listen to the phone ring, a male answers, “Crescent Moon, this is Jackson, how can I help you?” I clear my throat, “Former Alpha Braddock there?” I listen as he places the phone down and yells out, “Dad it’s for you.” I wait and listen as heavy foot falls hit the flooring and a deep baritone voice speaks, “this is Braddock.” I gulp down the lump that’s just formed in my throat, “Hello sir, my name is Alpha Christov,” a growl erupts from his throat and then silence, “you still there?” He grunts, “what do you want Alpha Christov?”

“But not in a bad way, at all.” Drake poured her a coffee, brought it to the table with a plate of piping hot omelette. “So we didn’t disappoint?” “Jesus,” Briley said rolling her eyes. “You know you didn’t. Surely me passing out between the two of you gave you a hint?” “Yeah, we know,” Drake said. “But it’s a bit uncouth to just assume.” “Assume away,” she said. “In fact, assume all you want, ‘cause I promise you, you won’t be wrong.”

Soon, Bright knocked and walked into Dylan's office. "Boss, you ordered that I should get a car driver for you," Bright said, as he walked closer to Dylan's desk while Dylan settled into his office seat. "Yes, I remember telling you that. So have you gotten the new driver yet and tested him to know how he can drive?" Dylan asked, as he finally settled in his office seat. Bright stood in front of Dylan's office desk and replied, "Yes, boss, but I haven't sent him to your home yet."

Arthur Belmont exited the doctor's office, looking more sullen than when he'd entered. Walking down the hallway, he was lost, reliving the conversation he just had with Dr. Smith. It was another consultation, but it was the last. “I think this is it, Dr. Smith. This is as far as I go,“ Arthur spoke amidst tears. Tears that never stopped falling from the moment he regained his sight. “What are you saying, Arthur?“ Dr. Smith's anxiety was vivid in his voice. He'd been a witness of Arthur's agony from the start. Been his guide through this dark phase of his life.

he whispered in her ear. “If you two are finished, I will get on with my speech,” The elder Dr Andrei glared at Madchen and Nick. “Sorry,” Nick sheepishly hung his head. Madchen straightened, trying to hide her anxiety. “Drago has just come back from a contracted tour overseas, where he treated wounded soldiers. I can assure you he is more than capable at doing his job,” Grigo eyed his audience, who hung on his every word. “Please give him a warm welcome, and give him a hand if he needs anything,”

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth

Men like Darren mistake tolerance for invitation. “I miss you, Frankie.”

He could already tell that he wasn’t winning this argument. Whatever, at least when the spoilt brats all run off back to their Mothers, he would be left with those who might actually be whipped into shape. “Yo!” Brite called as he jogged over with a big grin. “You look mad as hell, Dyllen. Aren’t you excited for our little adventure?” Dyllen grunted in reply but said nothing, knowing from previous experience that Brite was looking for a chance to tease him further. The alpha had a laidback, friendly personality, especially compared to him, but that didn’t stop him from being a dick when he felt like it.