Dr Schneeplestein Novels & Stories

Like a child, he stubbornly turned his head away to demonstrate his firmness and even pulled his hand away from Ivy's to protest. "Grandpa," Ivy squeezed his wrist. "My college professor, Professor Smith, has a close friend named Schneider. He's a neurology specialist at the top hospital in City A. His surgeries have almost never failed. Even your attending physician recommended him. If you agree, I'll ask Professor Smith to arrange it. What do you think?" "Ivy..."

She just chuckles without saying anything else. The rest of the ride was silent. I watched and took note of the turns and landmarks so I could get my bearings. I don't know if I'll ever get the chance to escape again, but I'd be sure to check on Jess and Leo if I do. We pull into the parking lot of Sjoblom Research Institute of Mental Health. A seemingly innocuous facility for the research of treating mental disorders. But we've been to the basement. We've been in that basement for the last year and a half. We've been treating for general psychosis, schizophrenia, and multiple personality disorder. It's owned by a human doctor who's dedicated his life to "curing" the supernatural. Dr. Randal

he snapped. "Really?" I said, feeling giddy for a moment as both my wolf and my vampire raised up with the urge to taste the blood of this small man in his white coat. "Really," he bit out, "I am Doctor Everitt Schuller and I am the best paranormal psychiatrist in the world. You have no authority here. Neither does your Alpha Council or Alpha King or whoever else you might want to call into play."

A tray of silver instruments gleamed under the harsh overhead light. "Take a seat," the nurse said. "Dr. Klein will be right in." Cale sat in the chair. He gripped the armrests so hard the leather creaked. "Restraints?" Cale asked, looking at the velcro straps hanging off the side. "No straps," Elion said. "Just relax. Unclench." Dr. Klein walked in. He was a round, cheerful man with a white beard. He looked like Santa Claus if Santa went to medical school instead of the North Pole.

He carried a clipboard, his expression serious yet compassionate. "Ma'am?" he asked, offering a small, reassuring smile. "Yes," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm Evangeline. I'm his fiancée." The doctor nodded, stepping closer to the bed and glancing at Klein’s vitals. "I'm Dr. Harold Thompson, the attending physician. I've been overseeing Mr. Klein's treatment since he arrived. It's a pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under different circumstances."

When he straightened, the pen still in his hand, I forgot how to breathe for a second. Leo. Except here, in a white coat, with a name badge clipped to his chest: Dr. Leonard Fournette, MD, Psychiatry. You have got to be kidding me. His eyes landed on me, and recognition lit them instantly. That smile—the one that had been charming in a Dubai restaurant—spread across his face. “Dr. Steele.” I blinked, my voice slower than my thoughts. “Dr… Fournette?” “Leo works too,” he said easily, crossing the room to shake my hand like we hadn’t last seen each other over dinner with candlelight and too much wine.

The foundation's paperwork was im⁠peccable, its source untraceabl‌e to Sterling⁠ Hold‍ings. Kaelan Kaelan sat ac‌ross from Dr. Aris Thor‌ne (no relation), a ren⁠owned psy⁠ch‍ologist who specialized in w⁠or‌king with h‌igh-pr⁠ofile in‌divid‍uals who h‌ad‍, i‍n her w‍o‍rds, "forgott‌en how to be human." The‌ offi‌c‍e w‌as calm, fi‍lled with soft light and books, a uni‍verse‍ away from his corpo‍rate world.

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.

She looked at Calvin and mouthed a ‘thank you. While Sven let out a deep sigh before he faced the screen. “As you can see, these three were working with us. This is Dr. Corrine Emmet,” He pointed at the woman, “she’s thirty-one years old, a human who was born and raised here. She’s also part of Brenner’s team working closely with the development of D-15,” Sven now points to the second photo. “As well as Dr. Johann Goldbloom, he was thirty-five and came from Ivslight. Both of them were working with us for two years now. The third person is, Alex Holtz, twenty-seven, a Valfari and an Alpha, he was a member of our security team and was working for us for eight months until the burglary happened

“I do have a fiancé and his name is Declan Mayfield. He will be coming to the benefit with me and I can introduce you then.” Dr. Shane stepped back, a calculating smile on his face. “I can't wait to meet him,” he said and then turned and walked away, whistling. Chloe took a few deep breaths to calm the uneasiness that had invaded her body. That man was really fucking creepy. She had had guys refuse to take no for an answer before, but none had been as aggressive as Dr. Shane. She knew she should probably report him, but the kids seemed to love him and he was one of the leading pediatricians at the hospital. He hadn't actually threatened her or hurt her and she would hate to tarnish his reput