Novel & Cerita Dr Gregory House Reincarnated

Mo sighed and explained it all to Will. “So we are under the assumption that we got caught in the reincarnation of a god." Mo frowned “You really believe that that is what is happening? That the story is being reenacted? What if she is lying to us?" Will's eyes trailed to the woman that was clueless watching them converse in English. “She does not even know what is going on and her story checks. The young lady started bleeding after the baby was out with you." Mo gasped. “You think there is a second child? ...Makunde starts with her insides, that must have been the cause of the sudden bleeding. Fuck! But why come to the city with us?"

small horns appeared near the soul river. There was a crack near them which indicated that they came from somewhere outside of this universe. "They will catch up to us soon. What do we do, honey? Our daughter is also..." "We will do as we planned. You've put Tema in the Ark after altering her memories and showing that illusion, right? " "But...Deceiving our own daughter like that...she is just an innocent child." "Sigh...But we don't have any other choice. They will also not leave us alone and will haunt us to take back Ark. Anyway, There's no time. Let's hurry up." The male humanoid suddenly waved his hand towards the soul river and picked up a random soul from it before seeing its me

“You know the issues I’ve had with some of my territory’s properties. A certain alpha sent a group into my Dufferin Gates establishment, and we had to ‘clean house’. Our success is marred by a few that require further examination. But there’s second issue I need to speak to you about.” “Crap. You can’t just call to invite us to dinner, can you? Fine we’ll talk when you get here and have time.” Gregory had changed over the years. He’d not mellowed, but he had discovered a sense of humor. Everyone accounted for this to his mate, Aireka, and their pups. “Another day perhaps for that dinner. Once a few things are settled here. Sure, we can talk when everyone is settled. Now, the second reason is

Almost Gregor’s body twists unnaturally as the shift starts, his bones cracking loudly, echoing through the room. His hands contort, claws sprouting unevenly, but his fingers remain mostly human. His face elongates halfway into a snout before stopping, leaving him in this grotesque, mangled state. Blood pours from his injuries, now worsened by the failed transformation.

The mist had started to retreat. The gate above flickered. It worked. Or so I thought. A new sound split the air. Not from the god. Not from Elara. From Greg. He jolted upright, but his movements weren’t human anymore. They were stiff. Puppet-like. His head turned slowly. Too slowly. Then his eyes met mine. And they weren’t Greg’s anymore. They were black. Glowing red at the edges. No emotion. No recognition. “Greg?” I whispered, stomach dropping.

Even the air shimmered with gold-dust particles. On the central table lay a corpse. Gregory Varga. His chest had been split open, his ribs pried apart like a butterfly’s wings. Where his heart should’ve been pulsed a device—a knot of golden wires and organic circuitry. Echo stroked the machine. "Father’s prototype. Crude. But I’ve improved it." She turned, holding up a smaller version—a heart, woven from light and metal. "Jeff’s only chance." Jeff coughed, black bile spattering the floor.

Looking at his current state made me feel aggrieved. I forced myself to calm down and said, "Tell me, why did you say I jumped off a building?" "Because... I had mistaken Jennifer to be you. After she died, I took out all my anger on you..." As he told me about what happened in my previous life, I actually calmed down. "Does Jennifer know that you're reborn?" He shook his head. "She doesn't. I didn't tell her." With that said, his phone rang. Jennifer's voice sounded in the quiet room. "Rick, where are you? I didn't find you in your office."

I remarked casually before entering the house without another word. Later, Grandpa informed me that Matthew needed time to consider about the engagement. Jeffrey might have almost forgotten that he had a cousin named Matthew. Hector had a daughter who gave up her inheritance rights and became a police officer after falling in love with a policeman. Later, both of them died in battle on a mission, leaving only one son behind. Hector and his daughter had argued over her marriage. After his daughter's death, Hector was filled with remorse. However, Matthew grew up alone since childhood and rarely returned to Zachary Residence.

On the walls, holograms displayed rotating anatomical models — the human brain in shining detail, the breakdown of cellular regeneration, a three-dimensional scan of an artificial heart pulsing in synchronized beat. Detroit didn’t pause for any of it. He moved with quiet authority. “Dr. Lang,” he said, without looking up. A tall woman in her fifties immediately stepped forward. Her ID badge read — Dr. Marianne Lang, Head of Genetic Recovery Department. “Sir,” she said, inclining her head. “Everything’s prepared for your inspection.” “Good.” He didn’t stop walking. “Start with Ward C. I want to see the progress on Project ReGenesis.”

"Mr. Mattel Senior, Mr. Mattel is the true heir of the family. I have no choice but to listen to him. I have a family to feed, too." Gregory had watched his back his entire life. He didn't think he'd one day be betrayed by his own grandson in his old age. Looking back, his body had been deteriorating over the last few years and particularly in recent weeks. He was getting weaker each day, and he assumed it had something to do with Lorcan. He snorted. "You'd think he'd be a little more patient, given my age." Hubert remained silent. After a long pause, Gregory asked, "How long do I have to live?"