Dr Heavenly Daughter Skin Condition Novels & Stories

An impromptu dance routine began the moment that a bunch of people materialized. Who would have guessed that Hades could freestyle so well? I supposed that even the Gods needed hobbies. Holy fuck. This was completely unexpected but entirely awesome. Nyx, Fury, and Davina howled once the routine ended. The rest of us were cheering as well. This was definitely one of those memories that would go down as one of the best fucking ones. “Nae, would you like to do the honors of cleansing his darkness?” Beauty asked our daughter. She flashed her mother a sadistic little grin, answering that question without needing to verbalize it. Her eyes had lit up like a pup on Christmas morning. This gift was a

An IV drip stood beside the bed, the line connected gently to her arm. Faint red spots were scattered across her skin, mostly her arms and face. Bryce sat beside her, still as stone. He hadn't blinked much since he walked back in. This was his daughter. His very own flesh and blood. And now, this was the condition he found her in. He wasn't sure what exactly he felt. Rage? Guilt? Helplessness? All of it, tangled together. The door creaked open softly behind him, and a young doctor stepped in holding a clipboard.

Just having to stand by while your world trembled in someone else’s hands. Hours later, a doctor finally approached us. His expression was calm, but his eyes told the truth before his words did. “Mr. Rosenthal, Miss Lemaire,” he began, voice careful. “We’ve completed the tests and we have some answers.” Scarlett gripped my hand instantly. I nodded for him to continue. “Your daughter has a congenital heart defect,” he carried on. “It’s a structural problem with how her heart developed. It explains the blue discoloration and difficulty breathing. The good news is, she’s stable for now. We’ve managed to stabilize her oxygen levels.”

Sky leaned on the wall, crossing his arms to his chest as he looked at my daughters with interest. “You mean Jack of all trade?” He smirked, but his eyebrows raised when they shook their heads. “Mommy of all trade. Mommy does everything to earn money,” Lyra Helene gasped, pulling lacy G-string underwear from the shopping bag. “What is this?” Sky burst into laughter, raising his hand as he massaged his forehead. “Give that to mommy. I’d love to see her in that.” Twitching her lips as her widened eyes looked at the underwear, my stunned daughter gave it to me.

The world flickered between darkness and blinding light. "Come back to me!" Dylan sobbed, his face above mine. "Nadia, please. Come back." My heart restarted and our daughter arrived moments later with a cry that shook the walls—tiny and perfect and furious at the world she'd just entered. "A girl," the head healer said, placing her on my chest. "She's perfect." White fur covered her small body. Blue eyes like her father's blinked up at me, unfocused but aware. She was so small, so fragile, so impossibly beautiful.

We receive a nod as we bow in greeting. "This is my wife Quingwa" he addresses. She raises her head and stands to bow. Then she takes her seat and looks at us now that she is able. "And this is my only daughter Shee" he says. As he introduces her, she stands with her head still down. Her shaking hands lift to remove the robe from her head. When she lifts her head, I blanch and take a step back. As I stare at her I hear my father clear his throat. This is not what I imagined. Shee has black hair that is styled just like her mothers. She has deep brown eyes that stare into mine. Her face is round and in no way slim. As I stare at her skin I am taken aback by its colors. She looks as if her ski

So I stood there awkwardly. If looks could kill, Luna Helena would have killed me a thousand times over. “Alpha Draven, you probably don’t know this, but she is the daughter of a prostitute, a filthy little whore!” Helena said through gritted teeth. “She was out selling herself out last night! She might give you the herpes if you let her touch you!” “Last night?” Alpha Draven raised an eyebrow. I closed my eyes in despair. …Please stop, Luna Helena! But she was still yammering:

Mira hadn't finished speaking when another person's voice boomed down the hall. “But what did I hear there? What good news my son” Michael scowled as Mira lowered her head. “Hello… hello Dad…”. John Keller gave his daughter a simple look before his face twisted. The ichthyosis had increased and her skin was becoming more and more repulsive. How could his son even touch her? We may have assured himself that his boy did not risk anything by touching her, but seeing this repulsive aspect he cannot help but think that it is contagious. He cleared his throat before looking away from Mira.

“Fine, be difficult for all I care. But now, before I take the body and we finally meet the true fate, let me tell you a couple of things about yourself.” Now, that instantly caught my attention. My head snapped in his direction and I instantly gasped, realizing the creature had gotten too close to me already. “You are the last daughter of the Moon,” it muttered so close to my ear, I could feel the cold breath. My body froze as I tried to ponder the words. What did the daughter of the Moon mean? I had never heard about such a thing, no one in my life had ever mentioned anything even briefly close to that. “Huh?” Was the only sound I could make, probably looking as stupid as I felt.

Irritated by its sudden force, she quickly rolls down the window, rushing to her beautiful mother for comfort. "Now, now, sweet child, calm yourself," the goddess said, the words melting like butter between her lips. Her hair was a deep ruby red, her eyes as green as a meadow on a beautiful summer day. Her daughter had the same features, sharing almost no resemblance to her father. However, the daughter is blessed with her father's warm, enchanting laugh and quiet personality.