Dr Dolittle Novel Novels & Stories

The main door downstairs suddenly opened as Dillon rushed in worriedly. His eyes wandered around the hall, and what he imagined did not happen. It only then did his expression ease. He knew that Nicole had no way to cure Mr. Riddle Sr! As he thought of it, he went upstairs and found that Mr. Riddle Sr.'s room door was opened. "It couldn't be... right..." Dillon thought, 'Did that old man really recover?' He walked toward Mr. Riddle Sr.'s room in surprise as he pushed the door open undecidedly.

He can’t even answer a straight question without beating around the bush. So annoying. “Oh, Okay … Uhmm, Like, the pup was like this,” Dolphus demonstrated with his hands, bending it to show that it’s leg was where the head was supposed to be. “What the hell, is there something like that?” I’ve never heard or seen anything like that. How did the fake healer do that? Okay.. let’s not call her fake anymore. But, how did she deliver a pup like that! It was so unimaginable. “But that doesn’t mean I should believe what she said about me being cursed and not ill, right?” I asked Dolphus after a while.

was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian.

she explains, while making bunny ears, making me snort remembering Raven hunting for bunnies. “If I drink, I get pain,” Dolly answers, while tearing into another piece of meat like a starved animal. “That won’t happen again, we’ll get you some fresh blood too. Dolly, we’ll have to leave soon once we’ve all eaten and rested.” “Me go too pwease… Pwease I go too,” Dolly begs, as she wiggles her way deeper into my lap, and she gives Jonathan a fearful look. “Pweas I be good,” she promises, as my heart twists in my chest hearing her words.

she exclaimed swinging her doll in the air. “Well, it wasn’t a ball,” Meg reminded her. “It was just a party.” “But Dolly New Eyes says it’s the same!” Ruth insisted. Dolly New Eyes had gotten her name when Daddy had to replace the originals with marbles last year. The doll had been Meg’s when she was a girl, but now she was Ruth’s fondest friend, and she was rather happy to see her out and about aboard the Titanic. “Dolly New Eyes knows a lot about such things, then?” Meg asked.

… The next day, I went to the hospital for a check-up and to have my ointments reapplied. Dolly came to visit me. Seeing that I looked much better, she breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at Joseph and asked, "Is that him? Doesn’t seem like it." I quickly caught her misunderstanding. "That’s Dr. Watson. He’s the Wynn family’s doctor." "Ah, I see…" Dolly’s tone turned teasing. "Rich people really have it all, huh? Turns out those CEO romance novels weren’t lying after all..." Flustered, I clamped a hand over her unfiltered mouth and lowered my voice. "Why are you here? Do you need something?"

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

she yelled back. But Sage halted in an abrupt rush. Surveying the surroundings in a spurt of familiarizing the place, breathing in the air, the living souls of many creatures, and sensing their warning. "Sophie, can you ask one of your friends about this place?" "What friends? I don't have a" Sage raised his brows. "Ah! you mean—the animal... okay. Dr. Dolittle." She halted as recognition dawned on her face. "Is it necessary?" "Yes!"

But there in the bookshop now sat several ancestors of the witch, many attempting to have her banish the wolf-man creature. They didn’t stay long enough to communicate before they were moving on. “I feel a little sorry for the current owner. So many there demanding her attention, and most aren’t part of the living.” Olivia commented as they walked down the street toward the Doll Hospital. In their time, it was a private home where so many strange things went on. There was an old woman who loved to talk to spirits and would summon all she could to the place. Sadly, one such spirit was her downfall, and she’d lost her life to it when it pushed her down a flight of stairs. Olivia remembered it

The three sought Rithanya‟s help to understand a few complicated topics in Physics and Mathematics. “So how did you arrive at this equation?” Fowzia asked Aditi who was working on Differential Calculus. “Well, I do not know. It was in the „Solution Book‟. I just mugged it up.” Aditi said. “Mugging up Mathematics?! Whoa!!” Rithanya was shocked. How on earth could someone mug up those dx/dy+1 = 4z+3 and all such stuff? “So, you passed all your exams by mugging up?” she asked Aditi.