Dr Player Chapter 66 Novels & Stories

"Oh God W-warren, D-dionne! The Doctor is doing CPR now—" I didn't finish what Linux was saying because I ran to my Beloved's room in a panic, the Doctor said he's doing CPR. No, he can't die! I cried while running, A Mafia boss crying.

“You are magnificent.” Before he could take another step— A blade sliced across his chest. He froze. Looked down. Drayan stood behind him, panting, blood dripping down his neck, a second blade in hand. “Touch her again,” Drayan rasped, “and I’ll bury you myself.” Drael inhaled slowly. Almost reverently. “Well,” he said. “I suppose the fun must wait.” He turned to me. “I’ll return for you, my flame.” “No,” I whispered. “You’ll return for war.”

“He has the audacity to defy orders and step down as Gate Master. All so that he can fight us till the end. “Not just that, he… he actually drew Kirin’s bone marrow. “That fool! That idiot! I am going to kill him with my own bare hands!” Draco was shocked when he saw the photograph. He didn’t expect Tyr to drain so much of Kirin’s bone marrow in one go. Other than that, it seemed like his marrow was drawn out in huge quantities as Draco couldn’t even recognize his son at first glance. “Miss… miss, what happened to you?” Mother Roxanne asked anxiously, for Lyra fainted on the spot when she saw the photograph. “Lyra.” Gladys quickly ran toward Lyra, jittery and fearful.

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

“ He kicked the door of the doctor's room and saw him sitting over a desk as usual in his boring-ass book. He held him by the collar, dragging him out of the room. Dr Phillips staggered multiple times, falling to his feet. Fred manhandled him beyond his tolerance. He could do nothing but trip on his face along the stairs as he was dragged further. One slipped on his feet, and he rolled down, while Fred walked heartlessly, watching the sides of his face bleed. Philip was made to stay on his knees. Fred knelt low, his eyes filled with vengefulness. “You are too much of a rat for me to keep giving you the right to live.“ He slapped Dr. Phil so hard. He fell face down on the floor; his lips burs

“Here it is!” Drave bursts in like a storm, his voice brimming with triumph as he holds a small vial in his hands, raising it like a trophy. “Aria's blood, ready to be used. Now, do your part… now,” he demands, the urgency in his words echoing through the space. His green eyes gleam with a dangerous light, a mix of anxiety and determination that makes it clear that every second counts.

he said in a hoarse voice, I moved back slightly, he cleaned the tears from my eyes then smiled brightly, "sorry I scared you." The doctor came in looking a bit shocked, "you really are a special breed, Alpha," he went in to examine him, "your vitals are strong as ever bit you still need to be under close check." Draven nodded, "then no problem, I'm not going anywhere," he looked back at me with a smile. CHAPTER 140 ALLENE'S POV The second the doctor and his beta left, I punched his shoulder, "that's for not caring about your injuries, knowing fully well you were attacked."

Before boarding the yacht, Vincent murmured to his men, “Secure all entries and exits. Don’t just let anybody come through.” “Understood, Don Colleo.” Little did Vincent know, the Pearl would become the end of his ambition. We would never meet again. The pier erupted in clamor as champagne-colored bubbles rose into the air. I backed into the utility room and locked the door behind me. That was when I turned on my microcomputer. Without a doubt in my mind, I pressed the button to engage execution. A command was issued. A stream of data burst through to the agencies’ databases. On deck, the ceremony had reached the part where the couple raised their glasses.

Phillips, our pack doctor, throws me a brief, apologetic glance. “So, are we clear, Doctor?” Xarion says tightly. “Yes, Alpha. I understand,” the doctor replies. “Good.” Xarion turns to me, his face emotionless. “I want no mistakes.” Then, he leaves without another word. I’m left alone with the doctor and a grief so deep it feels like drowning. “I’m so sorry, Luna,” Dr. Phillips says gently. “Just get it over with, doc,” I whisper. He nods and moves quickly and I lie back and stare at the ceiling.