Dr Gregory House Reincarnated Novels & Stories

But a Race. Seeing her change really captivate me. But i can’t accept a loss if i must fighting with her. So i’m changing too. My body became more bulkier, there’s a pair of of jet black bat wings and a sharp tail appeared on my back. In this world setting, not a setting anymore. I was reincarnated to a Incubus, that’s the reason i’m only thinking on running away. Because i can’t control my power, that tragedy happen. It’s a shame those two died but i’ll get my revenge eventually. I’ll tracking down all Rozen Kingdom descendant that still alive and i’ll enjoy their misery. With this girl help, i’m sure i can control my power.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

I scrunched my face, trying to hold back my tears as I reminisced of all the things that I have done, as Sakamaki Yuu and as Lancelot Ral Constance. Just right after I reincarnated, I have been running around settling problems that the former Lancelot started. I did say that I want to live my life as I wanted, but seeing the servants and the people, in addition to my fussy attitude, I couldn’t just left them continue living like that.

Max huffed looking at the ceiling. "I remember about it." Timothy said with a sigh. "What do you mean you remember?" Giselle asked catching the oddity of the sentence. "Well....my grandfather was obsessed with having a chosen one in our family that he experimented things on me when I was born. I was barely a month old when he fed me blood of different supernaturals and I reacted violently. He thought that by doing that something amazing would happen well it did. I cannot even control an element." Timothy sighed closing his eyes and clenching his fist.

Shirley gasped, wiping sweat from her brow. She was clearly running out of steam. Frederick bent over, bracing his hands on his knees, and stared at Gregory. In contrast, Gregory looked completely unbothered. He casually stretched his joints like he was just warming up. Even Anathea found it hard to hide her surprise. She remembered what Xander had once told her—Gregory had suffered serious internal injuries and needed two surgeries to recover. Had he fully recovered? She didn't get the chance to ask. The break was over, and the game resumed.

The day we reconnected, he told me all about his life after he left with Uncle Theron, and I wouldn't say it was exactly rosy for him either. My uncle’s second wife mistreated Greg from a young age, tormenting him and transferring her aggression onto the poor boy. As he got older, the abuse became worse, while Uncle Thereon stood back and watched it all happen, shrugging it off as “discipline.” Greg decided he was done and set out to find greener pastures. He left Uncle Theron’s pack, for a neighboring pack, and when things were going smoothly for him, and he was on the verge of a promotion, he contracted the Lycan Virus, bringing him back to square one.

I asked hiding the bite in my tone, “The creature you regenerated, do you know of his whereabouts?” “Yes I do, he is currently with me, sir.” “Okk we need him sedated and brought to the lab.” “Why would I do that?” I asked with anger evident in my tone. The Chief sighed at the other end of the phone, like he had predicted I would be furious. “ Listen carefully Athalia, the creature you gave in there is a reincarnation of Hexus, the God of lust and desire.” I rolled my eyes at his analogy.

I drive the bit through the shattered opening in the cortex and punch into the core of the bone. The sound is wet now. Slushy. Gregor’s scream cuts off. His eyes roll back in his head. His body goes rigid, seizing in a titanic contraction of pure agony. He convulses against the restraints, the chair rattling against the bolts. I drill for three seconds before I stop and pull out. I don’t want him dying on me yet. Blood wells up, dark and thick. Gregor is slumped in the chair. He’s conscious, but barely. He’s moaning, a low, keening sound that bubbles up through the blood on his lips. He’s bitten his tongue.

"I used to think I loved Bellis. But the moment you were gone, I realized how arrogant and blind I'd been. I chose to hold on to regret instead of the happiness I could have had within reach. So I lost you. That was my punishment." "But I didn't want it to end there." "Using what I remembered from the previous life, I rebuilt my network in five years instead of twenty. Three months ago, I finally found your trail." A beat, then quieter: "I was still afraid to tell you I remembered. I thought if you knew, you'd leave." A faint, broken laugh. "Didn't think I'd give myself away so quickly." I sat with all of it — the whole long tangled knot of it — and felt genuinely lost.

Celeste’s pov “Helena Whitman,” I repeated, staring at the name on the page. “Any relation to Dr. Whitman?” “I don’t know yet.” Gregory’s hands were still shaking. “But it can’t be a coincidence. My mother’s maiden name matches the doctor who’s been running that clinic for thirty years.” “Family,” I said slowly. “Maybe a brother, cousin.” “Which would explain why he’s been so loyal to her for decades.” Gregory closed the folder, pressing his palm flat against it like he could keep the contents contained through sheer will. “I need to know how deep this goes before Thursday.”