Dr Eli David Novels & Stories

Full of something unspoken. "You must be Nubia," he said. His voice was gravel and gravel. "I am. It is nice to meet you, Mr. Chen." "Call me David. Come in." The house was clean and simple. Wood paneling on the walls. Framed pictures on the mantel. Eli as a baby. Eli as a boy holding a drawing. A woman with dark hair and a sad smile. His mother. Dinner was roast chicken and potatoes. David had cooked it himself. He was quiet at first, asking polite questions about my studies, my family, my plans. I answered honestly. I told him about my grandmother. About Mississippi. About post colonial theory.

Ezra: “Congratulations, Ezra.” I heard Killian say from behind me, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Lia, who was dancing with me, stiffened, and wrapping my arm around her shoulder, I squeezed it gently, wanting her to relax before turning my attention to the Lycan who was smiling at us as we turned to face him. His eyes met mine, and looking down at my arm, he raised an eyebrow but didn’t bother commenting.

“He said they may have found another lead on David.” Elena swallowed once before extending her hand toward me. “Give me the phone, Adrian.” I didn’t move. The silence stretched tightly between us. “Who is David?” I asked quietly. The question landed visibly. I watched her breathing falter for a fraction of a second before she forced herself still again. “It’s a codename,” she replied smoothly, but the answer came a little too quickly. “A private corporate recovery operation.” I stared at her. “A recovery operation,” I repeated slowly.

The two women walked toward each other and exchanged kisses on the cheeks. "You look even more beautiful than ever," Professor Helena continued to compliment Eleanor. "Likewise, you, Professor," Ryan's mother responded. "Oh, stop it. I look like a pile of old books," Helena said with a chuckle. "How is David? And how is the business? Please, do have a seat." Ryan and his mother sat down on the chairs offered to them. "Business is doing well, and David is on one of his trips, sealing off a good contract," Eleanor said as soon as she was seated.

Sometimes, it would only be one day, but sometimes two or three days. At that time, Elora had not recovered her memory and was just a simple little girl. Now that she thought about it, David had a lot of secrets. In particular, David had a unique energy that could bring great benefits to the souls of those who were close to him. It was likely that he had an extremely rare and special physique. However, the universe was so big and there were all kinds of things in it. The level 9 civilization Leila was just a drop in the ocean anyway so it was not surprising that there were some special physiques in the mix.

Eli stands and takes it. “Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Ellis,” Eli says. The handshake is firm and brief. “Call me David,” the man says, “Welcome to the Reid family.” Eli goes completely still. He looks at the man in front of him. The man with the quiet authority and the watchful eyes and the name he said like it was simply introduction, simply identification, simply the ordinary information of who he is. David Reid.

Panicked, Darcy turned to a nearby doctor and said, “Dr. Ziegler, please examine my father. The pain is too much for him to take.” “Of course.” Dr. Ziegler nodded and tried to approach. “Hold it right there!” Eli uttered furiously, “I said he’s not a patient of ours. Don’t you understand the words coming out of my mouth?” “Mr. Wood, we are doctors—” Eli shut Dr. Ziegler up with one look. Dr. Ziegler was alarmed. Eli was known for his pettiness. Dr. Ziegler would be punished later for crossing Eli.

“What happened to David? Is he alright?” “He was transferred to the uptown recovery villa yesterday, but his surgical incision began bleeding severely an hour ago,” Evelyn wept quietly. “The private doctors there are corporate specialists, Lillian. They are terrifyingly cold. David is hysterical, he won't let them touch his face, and he keeps writing your name on his little white board. He says you are the only nurse who didn't look at him like an insurance liability. I know it is a massive imposition, but please, if you have any mercy, could you come to the clinic? Just for ten minutes?”

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.

She has read it enough times that she no longer needs the screen. “Who?” Elaine places the tablet on the table. “Dr. Malcolm Pierce.” Daniel’s expression remains blank. Leah does not recognize the name either. “What is he?” Daniel asks. “Clinical psychologist. Private practice. Family conflict, dependency assessment, high-pressure decision environments.” Daniel gives a humorless laugh. “Convenient.” Elaine does not smile. “He has also worked as an external evaluator for private trusts and family welfare programs.” Leah looks toward her. “Westbridge?”