Dr. Nefario Novels & Stories

I followed her gaze and forgot how to breathe. He commanded the space like gravity itself bent around him. Sprawled across black leather with the lazy confidence of a king, all sharp angles and dangerous curves. His hair fell in midnight waves past his shoulders, and even in the club’s strobing lights, I could see the network of scars mapping his olive skin like a roadmap of violence. Beautiful didn’t cover it. This man was devastating. “Kane Drax,” Sofia breathed. “President of the Iron Fang MC.” My throat went dry. I knew that name—had seen it in case files, heard it whispered in courthouse hallways. Criminal. Dangerous. Everything I’d built my career to fight against.

The two specialists shook hands, and the unused fellow, a much more seasoned, merciful looking noble man, ventured over to see into Draco’s eyes. “I’m Victor Johns,” he said cheerfully. “Head of neurology. I’m happy you’re wakeful, Mr. Hill.” “Thanks,” Draco murmured, attempting to remain calm whereas the specialist looked him over. “Do we have your title correct?” Dr. Johns inquired. Draco nodded. “Yep. Draco Slope. That’s me.” “Hmm-mmm. What is your occupation?” “I’m a DJ. I work at Talon’s club.” “Excellent. Who is this young lady here?” Dr. Johns pointed at Sydney. Draco grinned, delight surging through him.

I just don’t get why Leo wants a healer. “My brother has a disease,” Vogar dropped his glass on the table. “A disease that turns him into a beast, but takes a huge part of him before setting him free. Leo is dying everyday and has just two months to live if I'm right with my calculation. The only one who can save him is the Omega. But with my bracelet around her wrist, she can’t. Leo is eventually going to die. She will watch him take his last breath - the most interesting part of my plan,” Vogar said so much that I found myself fighting to comprehend.

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

"Did the big, bad wolf finally decide he needed a live in medic? Someone to stitch up his boys when they start leaking? Because if that is the case, Doctora, you aren't a wife. You are just a very pretty hostage. And his enemies love breaking his favorite toys." "Isabella." The single word cut through the heavy, suffocating scent of sandalwood like a scalpel. Isabella flinched, her grip tightening on the crystal flute. Diego stepped out of the blinding chandelier light and into the shadows of the alcove. The charming, polished billionaire who had just been shaking hands with the Mayor of Dallas was gone. The warlord from the warehouse stared straight at Rafael Navarro. He closed the distance

Helena studied my face, then she handed me the patient's final medical report. "His procedure is already scheduled." I opened the file. "Who else is in the theatre?" "People who believe you're a specialist brought in from another facility." I looked at her. "And my name?" "Nothing that can identify you." I nodded. For a moment, I simply stood there. Then I looked through the glass toward the corridor. Somewhere beyond those doors was a man who had escaped the consequences of his actions. A man who had allegedly destroyed a young girl's life and still intends to destroy more.

“I don’t know why you’re friends with him. He’s weird. ” “How is he weird?” “Just look at him.” Fernando keeps running but I keep staring at Eduardo. As I approach him, he gives me a shy look and fake smiles. “Did you see the Age of Ultron trailer?” I ask. “Yeah. It looks awesome. I can’t believe Ironman and Hulk are going to fight.” “Yeah but Hulk is definitely being controlled.” “Obviously. By Scarlett Witch.” “How do you know?” “I just know.” There’s a small pause.

He didn't have the rot of centuries on him yet, but the hunger was there. It sat in the set of his jaw. It lived in the way his fingers tapped the console—rhythmic, mechanical, inevitable. Nergal. He wasn't a King. He was a Project Lead. And seeing him so... human, made my skin itch with a sudden, violent urge to scratch it off. "Dr. Ashur," a woman whispered. Dr. Selene. Elena. Her voice trembled. She was the only one whose breathing was shallow, jagged.

I opened the door to see the doctor ,Miss Linda,she had this cute smile on and she looked so formal,so much for being a doctor. "Sorry am late, traffic"she said panting,she obviously rushed here. I just laughed and ushered her in. Natty stood up, I guess she was surprised. "Is she the one??"Lisa asked. "One???...."Natty asked looking confused. "My manners ,My manners,my name is Dr. Lisa, your boyfriend told me about your health and I decided to come see you." "But am not sick,I am very fine..."Natty said glaring daggers at me.

how long was he standing there, is he just going to stang there and not help me? He just stood there no emotion radiating from his face so I just let them do what they wanted once they were finished they left but I kept my eyes on Zach how he would just let them do this to me this was the moment I realized that my Zach was gone I had no idea who this Zach was but he was not the same Zach who used to adore me and took care of me and not the Zach who would always defend me from the bullies today is the day I realized that, that Zach is dead. When I got up I realized that Lia was here the whole time while they were beating me but she didn't do anything. She and Britteny are on the same team.