Dr Player Chapter 66 Novels & Stories

I and Clay finished our cigarettes before his friends and got back into the hall together. Thankfully, Trey was still drilling a scene with Peter and Angelique, and we sat back in the front row, waiting. A few minutes later, Trey said to the stage, “Cut. We are still gonna polish this scene but I love it so far. Next, Dracula and Lucy, please.” We exchanged glances for a second before he nodded and smiled while standing up. I follow him and walk up to the stage, facing Trey.

I didn't feel the telltale draining of the steel sucking my magic but I closed my eyes and let the doctor think he had won. “Careful Lydia. Luna Cathy has helped you but now the rest is up to you,” Drusilla whispered. “Close your eyes, bid your time and gather your strength. You are a queen. You will not die on a cold table like a lab rat,” Her words were harsh but comforted me. For hours, I felt my blood being drained and felt the horrible magic of the doctor pressing into me. The pain was horrible. Most times I remained silent but sometimes, I would yell out.

These people wanted to join me into a union I didn't care about. “My daughter has found a suitable suitor. An Alpha worthy of uniting our both packs.” he paused, his eyes lost for a moment. His eyes were looking directly at a place, and when we followed them, gasps rippled through the room. The doors of the council had opened up, to reveal the fallen bodies of the guards who stood outside. Then, almost immediately, a figure strode inside, his face coming to life as he walked to the podium. Drace. Two people I wanted to kill in the same room—probably the greatest time of my life. I had crushed his hybrid rebels in battle. I had personally caught Drace before he played tricks on me and got awa

--- That night, Draven sat in the dark on the terrace. Snow clung to the railing where Sepharine once set her books. Her blanket was gone. So was the warmth. He noticed a shape beneath his pillow. A small leather-bound notebook. He opened it. **Day 6:** *Lower calf twitched. Pressure applied: firm. Duration: 3 minutes.* **Day 14:** *Refused massage. Threw comb. Apologized silently. That counts.* **Day 27:** *Still refuses to drink tea, but his eyes soften when I enter. Maybe tomorrow, he’ll say my name.*

Michael could not bear to see me in that state, so he searched the entire country for renowned doctors. He finally found a highly respected local practitioner of traditional alternative medicine. That practitioner claimed that blood drawn from a man’s fingertip could be used as a catalyst to help treat a woman’s infertility. Since then, Michael carried a small knife with him at all times. That way, he could draw blood whenever I needed it. Over the years, his fingertips had been cut so many times they no longer looked the same. He even gave up his dreams of playing the piano. I drank the tonic he prepared with his blood for five years.

It has nothing to do with me! "If you don't believe me, just check the cameras at the nurses’ station. You'll see that no one else touched that surgery plan!" James did not hesitate to back me up, "I know Dr. Hawkins is a good person! She was the one in the control room, reminding everyone to keep going with the surgery, or my grandpa might have..." Elena was shaking all over, her eyes darting around as she scrambled for an excuse. "She planned everything, so she must've messed with the security videos too!”

"But the kinetic resistance is too high for standard claws. Xander, I am going to execute a Total Hardware Overdraw on your core. I am giving you everything I have left." "Do it!" Xander growled from the smoke below. "Max out my utilization!" I extended my hands, channeling the entire remaining reserve of my 100% draconic power straight down our trunk line. I didn't save any bandwidth for my own defenses. I poured every volt of golden lightning into his soul. *** Xander's POV *** 🚨 SYSTEM OVERDRAW: CORE UTILIZATION AT 999%.

⸻ And a new message appeared across reality. ⸻ FINAL ENTITY DETECTED STATUS: ARRIVING ⸻ 💀 ⸻ End of Chapter 66 🖤 To Be Continued…

I hold my stomach and close my eyes, my head was pounding and I could hear my heart in my ears, i heave as more bile rises up my throat so I grab my mouth and stand up “Shit are you ok?“ Drake asks as I wobble on my feet, the world around me starts to move, leaving my head light as I try to see drake through the madness but as I step towards him my body goes limp and I fall passing out onto the floor. ——————

DANTE'S POV That call came on a fidgety morning when I sat in my office, running my hands through my hair, desperate to focus on other things than the weight of the uncertainty overhanging my heart. It buzzed, and I leaped for the phone before it could ring a second time, hoping this was the call that I had hoped for. "Mr. Draven," the doctor's voice came on line unruffled. "Mrs Draven has regained unconsciousness."