Dr Gregory House Reincarnated Novels & Stories

He picked up the card, running his thumb over the cold metal. “Resurrect,” he murmured, tasting the word. “Maybe I already have.” Thunder rolled over the city — low, dangerous, promising. Greg switched on the bathroom light. His reflection stared back: bloodshot eyes, unshaven face, the ghost of a man who’d once ruled half the skyline. But behind the ruin, something else stirred — sharp, focused, alive. “You took everything from me,” he whispered. “My company. My name. My peace. My Lucy.”

I asked and then saw Greg entering the door. "Yes, what are you currently doing?" She asks. "Ahmn, cleaning?" I can't believe she didn't know from the feather duster on my hand. "Sweetheart, this is Madame Rouge. She will help us with your condition." Greg informed me. "Gregory, it seems that your wife is reverting into being a human. She's doing mundane things like them. Either that or…" Madame Rouge tried to gather her thoughts. She looks very young and beautiful. But since even Gregory called her madam, that means she's older than him. I still don't know their hierarchy since I don't usually attend their gatherings anymore. Greg gave me that option and I took advantage of it.

"Hello, are you the new assistant of Margo and her sister Denniel?" Doctor Greg asked, is also a Pathologist who will accompany Denniel to the Morgue. He is tall and handsome even at this age. But it looks good and they get along. "Yeah.. you're Doc Greg too aren't you?" This polite question.

She shouted. The very next moment Gregory got out from one of the rooms, his face plastered in an artificial smile. Soon all of them realized the mistake they have been making. Gregory was the Crypt Keeper and he had been stealing souls for decades. Disguising himself as a disabled, high school student gave him a chance to stay close to many young, vulnerable people. He had tricked them, along with thousands of other people. One of his victims was Larry, his close friend. The three of them were in an awe.

His fingers shivered, unable to process anything. Saul’s hands reached Sophia’s form in trepidation. “What happened to you? Everything is fine. Don't worry, I can't see you in pain sweetheart. Your love is strong, our love is strong, so strong that it could challenge even the Almighty’s decision. I'm alive. Greg is me, I'm Greg. Saul and Greg are the same. I underwent plastic surgery. That’s why you're not able to recognize me.”

father:- it will just 5 minutes for us, no matter how much time you spend there and if you do not wake up in 5 minutes then you are dying for us, are you ready, let me bring that blood. then he brings blood and ariel drink it and everything go back. I realised that I was reincarnated to this world to live my life which I wasted in past. I can remember now how I died in past, it was a normal day but in the morning my parents told me. I was suffering from Huntington's disease, it was a normal day, I can tell by just looking at them, they look stressed, tired and frustrated. I didn't speak a single word, my mother and father, sitting in front of me they look at each other faces.

Furthermore, his inherited knowledge of his past life was mostly miscellaneous, not very useful. However, even if it was only a little, that was enough to make the difference between him and other kids of his generation because the small fragments he remembered included part of his own past life's death, the pain, impotence, and regret he felt in those memories aren't something that normal kids would understand because it seemed unreal.

Aron rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and poured cold water in himself. Renea looked at his difficult appearance and her heart was surrounded by the walls showed traces of cracks. ‘So, in her previous life, he didn’t hurt her intentionally.’ In her previous life, she was drugged and delirious, and even afterward, she didn’t know what happened. But when she looked at Aron, a scene from her previous life flashed throw her mind like a movie. Like her, he was also drugged at that time… Aron, who had already calmed down a little, pushed open the bathroom door, walked out, and immediately called Marshal.

That's too bad. "I'm glad to see you are finally awake. Could you please explain what is happening?" I inquired, looking between the doctor and his parents, seeking clarification. Is there a possibility that Greg might be experiencing confusion? The doctor, with a reassuring smile, began to explain, "Greg is experiencing retrograde amnesia, which can result in some confusion and memory lapses. It's not uncommon in cases with head trauma. We're optimistic about his recovery, but it will take time and patience." Greg's parents nodded in agreement, their faces a mixture of relief and worry.

The burn of smoke in her lungs had her walking in the right direction, and a few minutes later, she rapped sharply on his door two times. Dr. Lester Hines had been a well-known physicist before he ran into a night stalker one evening in the late nineteenth century on his way home from a get-together at a friend’s house. Now, he was still brilliant, but Asteria was quite certain by the looks of him he’d gone a little mad when he’d undergone the Resurrection process.