Dr. Nefario Novels & Stories

Lucian joined on the fight and it seemed Drago was more prepared for it wasn’t long, they had Nikolai surrounded and disarmed. “Take a look Nikolai, I won the battle after all. Just like I always said I would,” Drago said, approaching him where he was kneeling. “Because you cheated, you had Diablo help you,” Nikolai sneered. “Diablo doesn’t help anybody, he came here for one reason and one reason alone, to take that which you took from him. This fight was between me and you and he made it clear to me that he won’t join as long as he found her unharmed.”

“You are an amazing woman, my love.” The young hybrid male, Mikhail, takes the unknown female’s hand and steps forward. I arch a brow when he stops in front of me. “Lucifer, we’re here to help your mate.” I bow my head humbly before I turn my gaze to the young Seraphim female. Her mouth gapes open as she takes me in. Mikhail nudges her shoulder and says, “This is my mate, Nevaeh. Her father is Mathias, the head of the Council.”

Still, hearing his name made me uncomfortable. "How bad is he?" I asked, my voice shaky. Nesrin gave my arm a tight squeeze. "Well, I have done a lot of research on what happened. I read back to when the dragon war started. I even have been communicating with Ren about it. He is willing to send me more books on the subject." She stopped and turned to me, giving me a tight smile. "I know what happened was horrible, but he is sick. The loss of his wolf has driven him mad with obsession. But I believe I can fix it. I believe I can reunite him with his wolf." She said, her voice hopeful, but there was something she wasn't saying.

Damn, I didn't know that she's so damn possessive, and I find it cute. "Nathan Jones is a douchebag, Red. And do you know that he three-timed Ericka, Stacy, and Martha? I know it because the girls are sharing it with me. And clearly, he's hitting on you. Oh, does he know that you're a DJ or something?" She ranted and asked. I just nodded my head in response

Doctor Grey turned, sitting on the end of the bed, staring straight ahead, "The only thing he's ever asked of me was that I become his personal physician, I've been working for him for ten years and he's been nothing less than a perfect gentleman... Even if he does have a temper," she smiled, "he's like a father to me." "Who is he?" asked Hannabelle. "His name is Darren Nestor-" "No... who is he really? Doctor Grey shifted uncomfortably for a moment, "He's the sin of lust, Lord Asmodeus."

“Of course, Alpha. Dr. Andre will be here tomorrow.” Dr. Andre? Dr. Andre…oh! The renowned neurosurgeon from overseas. That’s the third specialist I’d flown into the country. Gathering what’s left of my self-control, I toned down my aggressive pheromones and allowed the doctor to scramble out of my sight before falling back on the chair. My breath came out in harsh pants as I cupped my face, feeling as though I’d just run a marathon. I won’t let her slip away. I’d do whatever the fuck it took.

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

I murmured, tasting the word, foreign and bitter. "More than that," Dr. Jafar said, his eyes darkening. "A mad scientist, some called him. He had… Asenberg syndrome, they said. Made him brilliant, but fractured. Social bonds slipped through his fingers like smoke. Except with Gean." "Gean," I echoed, the name a splinter under my skin. "The rogue."

“ Is that what you think I’m doing? “ He asked as he swirled his drink before taking a sip. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion wondering what he was getting at. “ Take a drink, my dear, “ he said. Despite the term of endearment, he had used, I knew he mean it as an order. Everyone, even Nikolai, knew not to take his orders lightly. He was the most powerful don in Italy after all. I sipped a little of the sour liquid and grimaced when it touched my tongue. Still, I forced myself to swallow it. The fire that burned in my throat was almost unbearable. I coughed uncontrollably making him laugh, I gave him the middle finger and drank the water on the table. “ If it was another person, I would ha

After Sheila walked over, she looked at the bodyguard who was wearing sunglasses, and remarked petulantly because she felt that he was being an eyesore. Severin's expression suddenly became a little contorted. 'This is Warren Siegfried, for goodness' sake! He's one of Dracodom's four famous war gods, and you're talking to him with that sort of tone? She'll probably faint from fright if she knew the true identity of the person she's talking to!'