Dr. Nefario Novels & Stories

His hands were cuffed to the railings and so were his legs. “Doctor,“ Darius acknowledged as light footsteps approached us. I was forced to tear my intense gaze away from Jason and fixed them on the doctor instead. He was one of the best in the pack, and of course, he was a wolf. But he wasn't just any kind of Doctor, he was among the specialists that have studied the rogues' anatomy over the years and can help in situations such as this. “Go cover yourself up. You don't wanna get infected,” Dr. Freya gestured at Darius with his head. “All of you,“ He pointed to the other warlords and Victor.

Bersamaan dengan itu juga Nadine ikut menoleh. Nadine tertegun dengan lidah kelu. Sosok yang berdiri di depannya ini begitu memukau. Lelaki itu sangat menawan dengan perawakan jangkung. Wajah dan tubuhnya seperti pahatan patung dewa-dewa Yunani, kokoh dan sangat jantan. Jika digambarkan mirip seperti Brad Pitt si Archilles, ksatria paling tampan dalam kisah perang Troya. "Eh, Dokter. Maaf, saya tidak bermaksud begitu," ucapnya terbata karena gugup. Nadine menelan ludah dengan hati yang sedang tak karuan. Matanya tak berkedip melihat Janu.

“Yes, they’ve declared war on me and mine, and I will rip each one of them in two for what they’ve done!” Fenriz’s voice breaks through the pain as I notice that he’s on his cell phone. The person on the other end sounds like Alpha Kai, but it might be Alpha Ryker too. I could still smell Frigga’s blood on Fenriz as he rushed to the doctor with me in his arms; I could still feel the thick sadness woven in his scent along with the anxiety of the pending birth of our child.

Watching my mother grimace at Nero, I felt so enraged, and yet, I knew not to blaze the fire by getting mad. So, I gazed at Nero, drew my brows together, and made a face to signal him to answer her question. For a moment, he stared at me and then faced my mother as he said, "Good evening. I'm Nero Fang, a transfer instructor from West Coast college who recently arrived in the state." With a look of annoyance on her face, my mother snorted derisively and said, "I'm not asking for your name or job? I mean, who are you exactly, and what…"

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

Why does everyone think I stole it or picked it up from the floor? He looked at me with disbelief and scoffed. “What the fuck do you mean he gave it to you himself? Bro, this is the CEO of NNF.” “What’s NNF?” “Noctis Nero Films. An Italy-based film production company.” “Huh!?” I snatched the card from him to confirm what he was saying. There it was, boldly written: Rowen Regnald, CEO of Noctis Nero Films. “What?! He’s Italian?!” I snapped at Dave.

He told that to other people—but not himself. His phone rang. He didn’t flinch. His fingers stilled on the glass as he reached for the device and answered, a coolness in his voice as he brought it to his ear. “Speak.” “Sir,” came the voice of the vet, Dr Martine, tentative, formal, filled with deference. “I’ve completed the procedure on the cat. There was something… unusual lodged in the intestinal lining. Not organic. I thought you might want to see it.” Nero stilled. The glass no longer moved in his hand.

Georgia nodded at him first before speaking, “Yes. In fact, we all do.” Georgia said, furrowing the brows of the old man, curious of the man she was referring. He looked intently into her eyes. They locked into each other's gazes, until Georgia spoke of the name. “The chairman of Freegal Corporation, Emilio Granger. I am sure you know him.” Georgia spoke with confidence as she observed how the old man's eyes dilated in shock. It was just for a moment, however, when his eyes calmed–not his eyebrows, though.

I instantly disliked her. “Welcome back, Jericho,” Jack said with a smile and continued the briefing. “This is Nicolas Ramirov. He’s in charge of a splinter group associated with the Russian Organized Crime family operating out of Chicago. This one comes from Corporate. No specifics, they’re keeping loose tabs on him but the cops can’t get to him. He keeps himself holed up in their warehouse. That’s where you guys come in. Your job will be to infiltrate the warehouse, find him and eliminate him.”

I picked up the wine glass and raised it before I sipped it. “Thank you, Alpha Lucius,” Ryden said respectfully. A small conversation started at the end of the table, and then Theia joined creating a little bit better ambience until the tension between the three of us disappeared into thin air. “Nice meat. What’s this?” Nora asked. “You might not gonna eat it if I tell you what it is. I’m Drak, by the way. I served as the Beta and head enforcer.” “Oh. Is it wild boar?”