Dr Gregory House Reincarnated Novels & Stories

Gregor didn't seem to take Ingrid's warning seriously, he just continued with his advances. Ingrid pushed him away in irritation. "You know what? Shamia is still alive!" Gregor froze, his brow furrowed. "What? She's still alive? Didn't Andrick say that woman was dead?" "I don't know how it happened, that woman may have nine lives or something. What's even more shocking is that, she's now the Luminary!" Gregor's eyes widened. "What?! H-how did that happen? How did she become the Luminary? You mean to say that she's..."

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

The years of torment she’d lived haunted her mind continuously, and there was only one thing that could lay it to rest—thorough payback. ‘A corpse coming back to life. Heh. That’s just like me.’ Having been reminded of Ol’ Rick, Sylvia recalled a haunting event from her previous life—of a great fire in the future that would consume the slums. It burned away buildings, lives, and the filth of every corner into ashes. Everyone she ever knew and considered as family … forgotten and swept clean by the rehabilitation that followed afterward—a project funded by House Winston at her behest—one granted by Lord Alec after she begged him.

With Derek’s condition, there was no way he could have another child. On the day I was reborn, an administrator in the underworld had whispered to me—if I hadn’t agreed to be born into the Lewis family, their bloodline would have ended. But I knew this wasn’t the time to drop the act. Since Claire wanted to play her part, I’d stay on stage with her. When I came of age, I’d deliver her a “gift” she wouldn’t forget.

MAEVE I woke up the next morning without a hangover, feeling lighter than I've felt in years. My rebirth was a reality...I was still here, I was still living in this second chance. And I woke up without dread sitting on my chest. No mental inventory of everything Alexander needed before I had even brushed my teeth. Just the morning light coming through the yellow curtains, the quiet of the house, and the small uncomplicated fact that I had somewhere to be that had absolutely nothing to do with him.

Elaria’s POV Hours later, my eyes flutter open to the familiar confines of my room. I press a hand to my throbbing forehead and sigh, exhausted. What the hell happened? And just like that… the memories of the day slam into me all at once. The rebirth. The divorce. The rejection. And how I had collapsed in the corridor. But then… how did I get into my room and onto my bed?

Learn everything I know so my life's work won't die with me," Gregory said. At that moment, my lifeless heart began to beat once more. Gregory used every connection and every resource he had. He sent me to the best hospital, hired the best team of specialists, and arranged for me to undergo the most advanced treatment available. I went through surgery, chemotherapy, and then rehabilitation. It was a year straight out of hell, but I gritted my teeth and survived it. I knew that this time, I was living for myself and for the kind man who had given me a second chance at life.

“You know, after all these years, you can stop calling me Doctor Greg as if we met yesterday.” “You started calling me Mister Jaccobich,” Reign replied with complete seriousness. “I simply decided to return the unnecessary professionalism.” “That was because you looked ready to murder the entire ballroom that night.” “I was.” The doctor chuckled, shook his head, and gathered his things. “Well, murderous tendencies aside, she is doing well. Another month of careful treatment and she should be fully recovered.” “Thank you,” Reign said, and unlike his usual curt acknowledgments, there was genuine weight behind the words.

He gently hugged Heather and said, "Heather told me that you called, saying that something has happened to Rosalyn. I know that Christopher isn't around, and I'm sure you don't have a doctor at your disposal." Malcolm smiled and pulled the old doctor standing behind them timidly over. "Heather and I went to look for the city's best doctor specializing in treating people in a vegetative state, Dr. Greg." Dr. Greg, who was sweating profusely, nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes, yes. Mr. Quinn and Ms. Landry came to me and explained the situation. They took some time…persuading me." In fact, he had received Malcolm's call an hour ago. He had arrived at the gate of the Quinns early, waiting for Malc