Dr Doofenshmirtz Novels & Stories

Hearing what the male detective just said Jackson should have been furious or surprised. But instead, he laughed. Seeing Jackson’s unpredictable and different reaction they became confused a little but didn't let him see that. “That’s the funniest thing that I've heard in a while.” Jackson continued laughing. “What’s so funny?” Jean was annoyed with the male Doctor who was laughing at them. The doctor stopped his laughter and spoke. “It's funny how you think that no doctor can get the simple analysis right without doing an autopsy himself. I mean the signs are all visible and anyone in the medical field can analyze them like me if they are observant enough.” Jackson replied with a smile.

The professor asks curiously. "Oh no! I am a sitter for the Dravens." I reply quickly. "Ahh the Dravens." He replies. Professor Hawthorn begins walking in the direction of Draphend Elementary and motions me to join him. I glanced at the man walking beside me. He has short, messy like, brown hair. He is tall with a better than medium build. I've never been able to get close to him let alone get a good look at him. He has a gentle air about him and seems very familiar but I can't place where from.

She simply climbed into the filled tub and accompanied Dawn as Melvin dragged Jericho out to explain. The earth-shattering explanation was worse than any coming-out stories he heard from his clients. Melvin did not make things easier by cushioning the blow either. Although the bar owner wasn’t a stranger to supernatural creatures, learning that his human best friend was now part of that society made him feel left out.

But I could see that Wynona wouldn't be dissuaded any time soon. "What about joining the Scooby-Doo Gang?" I said. Ruthie laughed. Zander didn't. "Come on," I practically begged. "We're on the same team. And they already know about all this freaky supernatural stuff-- Oh my gosh!" I pressed a hand against my head. "Dang it! I forgot about Dr. Frankler." Zander's eyebrows drew together in confusion. "I was wondering about that. Didn't you get my texts?" I took out my phone and scrolled through the messages. There were several from both Zander and the doctor.

“Hey Doctor Butthead, you didn’t age well that’s for sure. You look… well, I am just going to come out and say it… Like Shit. Definitely got hit with the ugly stick a few times over the last few years.” “It’s Dr. Ludolf, Experiment 399.” He let out a small growl which made me chuckle because to a werewolf, it sounded cute. Dr. Ludolf is a human scientist with no special abilities except for having a super brain. “That’s what I said, Dr. Butthead.” I give him my best ‘Duh!” expression, but it doesn’t go over well. He places a silver dagger to my throat, and I smell the burning of my flesh. “Listen you little fucker, you better give me some respect!”

On the day the zombie outbreak occurs, I tell my boyfriend, Valerio Petrucci, to come over and hide in my apartment, where my front door is already reinforced. Soon, sounds of the door being knocked can be heard. I'm about to get up when transparent comment bubbles appear in front of my eyes. "Don't open the door! Valerio isn't the only one out there—there are a bunch of loan sharks with him as well!" "One of them is already infected with the zombie virus and is about to turn into a zombie!"

Unconscious people do not fart right? Okay, do not answer that. "Z-it is gertod" a masculine voice said, directing my gaze to his tall figure "a herb that would help you keep it in." I frowned. Looking closely at the man who had struck my head with the butt of his gun. He looked pale but heathy, his grey beard neatly shaven, his grey-blue eyes held a warmth that i had not seen before as i watched him walk over to a small slab by the other end of the small cabin that i would call the kitchen, while supporting his leg with his walking stick.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

He furrowed his eyebrows before speaking. “I’m going out and don’t forget what I told you.” He was about to leave when I call out to him.” “What’s your name again?” He stopped and for a moment there, I saw something different in his eyes. “It’s Dimitri. Dimitri Sky Hemming.” Sky. Inwardly smile. I remember calling him that the first day we met. “Nice meeting you, Sky.” I smiled. I really don’t like calling him Alpha. His name is so much better.

David finally piped in, fighting back his laugh. Tanner shrugged and mixed his beer with a shot of whiskey. "We all can't commit to eating the same shit every day like you David" he mocked, chugging down his mixture. "Herpes is a real thing man" David laughed along. "Shames on you cus I have my dick sterilized every Mondays and Saturday's" "The fuck!" Luke barked out a laugh, almost spitting out his drink. "You're fucking insane" David laughed, so hard that his ribs hurt, and when they finally settled down from their laugher, his phone buzzed.