Dr Clef Novels & Stories

His breath was short and raspy, each exhalation like shattering glass. Dr. Clera leaned in, her eyes scanning each wound with her small lamp. She wasn't just an ordinary doctor—she was the one I trusted most, giving me medicine in the mornings and patching up invisible wounds at night. Now, her expression was hard to hide. "This isn't a bacterial infection, it's not an allergy. It's not something I know medically. None of the medicines I prepared are responding."

Caellum instructed Ryan calmly. My jaw clenched when I heard Dr. Derek Crestford’s name. He was one of the best neurologists in our country and was a part of the previous team who saved Lauren back then. Ryan nodded in response and then went back to the room. Caellum looked at me with a calm gaze. “Let’s go to her office.” He spoke to me calmly. I didn’t speak, but we both walked towards the staircase, as her office was on the ground floor and we were on the second floor right now.

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.

Lena said. "Geoffrey Crane," Clara said. Lena stared at the wave mechanics textbook. "Crane was seventeen years old in 1994," she said. "Geoffrey Crane was," Clara said. "There's another Geoffrey Crane. His father. Also associated with Hale-Draven from 1988 onwards." She paused. "The original Geoffrey Crane, the father, has been dead for twelve years. His son — the one you found in the accounts — inherited the association."

"Did you get the files Clara sent or not?" "Yeah, I got them," Leo said, his fingers flying across the keyboard in a loud, annoying rhythm. "The data she pulled from the clinic is solid. She managed to grab the encryption keys for the chief doctor’s digital profile before things went sideways down there. It is a good thing she is smart, because you are currently useless to me."

Clarence Fawl was Cheryl’s coursemate in medical school, and they seemed to share a decent relationship, judging by her reaction. Clarence looked at her with his gentle gaze and smiled, “It’s been a while, Cheryl. We will catch up later.” The interaction attracted plenty of attention. He then went up in front as Assistant Director Rashford began introducing the expert team. Of course, he spent the most time introducing Clarence. Apparently, he held a double-doctorate from a prestigious medical school overseas and was also an important medical society member. Including those, he had received plenty of awards and was now the department head of a Michigan hospital. Anyway, he was a high-achieve

Abigail's head turned to the side as she heard Mr Cleff say in a firm tone. With Dr Grayson's permission, Mr Cleff approached the computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He seemed to understand the computer's language, inputting commands and accessing files that left the others in the room confused. They both watched in silence as he worked, marveling at his skill and expertise as he manipulated the computer's systems with ease. When he saw how puzzled they looked, he couldn't help but chuckle. Even though he was old, he could still remember some of the things that he learnt in his youth.

Clive looked puzzled as to who is this woman in front of him right now. 'She's not like this earlier.' He muttered to himself. Celeste stood at the center of the Emergency Department's office and gestured to Clive to stand beside her. "Everyone, gather around here. This is Dr. Clive Aster. He will be the new 'Head of the Emergency Department'. Do you have any objections? Tell it to me now." Celeste looked around and she saw puzzled faces surrounding her.

“My name’s Drake Forrester. I’m Troy’s Beta. My birthday’s on 12 March and I’m twenty-five. Your turn.” “Cleo Black, I’m twenty and my birthday was on 13 August,” she said. “We’ll reach Black Claw in another two hours. Tomorrow we’ll get everything you need,” Drake said. Cleo nodded her head and leaned against the door, shifting her body away from him. Drake wanted to reach out and let her lean on him but he refused to do anything the bond pushed him to do. He’d get to know her, he'd give her that chance at least. He’d been pissed when Jeffrey said she was the pack slut. He had no way of knowing how true that was and he didn’t care that she’d had sex before, but a pack slut? Was that really