Dr.st Amand Novels & Stories

Adrian, maintaining his calm demeanour, interjected, "Amanda, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Beatrix and I crossed paths by chance, and we quickly discovered a connection that defies explanation. I assure you, my intentions are genuine. I want to help Beatrix reclaim her memories and uncover the truth." Amanda's gaze darted between Beatrix and Adrian, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. On one hand, she wanted to trust Beatrix's judgement, but on the other, doubts gnawed at her. The uncanny familiarity between Adrian and herself left her unsettled. Who was this man, and what was his true agenda? Beatrix, sensing Amanda's hesitation, reached out a hand to her. "Amanda, I understa

His assets were spread out over several industries, including food and beverage, entertainment, and caravans. Amadeus was only the director of a small hospital, and he couldn't afford to offend someone like Ambrose. When Amadeus had heard that Elias was severely injured and had been admitted to hospital, he had immediately contacted Ansel Lyndon, the most famous surgeon in the state. Ansel had been half an hour late due to severe traffic. "Hello, Dr. Wilkins!" Ambrose shook Amadeus' hand.

He must have complained about them. She clenches her teeth. “Amanda, I need your assignment by tomorrow,” the professor said. She looked at him in disbelief because she had not even started writing. “Drakos, I got my eyes on you,” said the professor and he walks off. Amanda stared at Xavier and narrowed her eyes. She walked towards him angrily. “You did something terrible,” she said, angrily. “What Xavier, bro, your complaint?” asked Daniel. “You need to focus on your study instead of walking with Dunderheads,” said Xavier while looking down at Amanda.

“Choked on my drink, that’s all.” “Careful. Don’t spill anything on the carpet,” I said. He scowled. “Funny.” They must have felt the tense energy between us, so Alex interrupted. “How is your new product going, Amanda?” “I am still working on it. I promise that this time it won’t fail. I am hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and get one last ingredient.” He was puzzled. “I thought you received it this morning.” “It’s a last-minute thing. I already called the place and Diego has agreed to come, right Diego?” I turned to him. His eyes bulged out of his face.

Damien exaggerated the whole situation in words, but the taunt was completely evident. “How do you know that Madeline is still critical?” Prince Sylvester asked Damien with a hint of worry in his voice. “Because my pack doctor, Dr. Phill Stroud, was contacted by Dr. Mayra last night, and they were in a deep discussion for more than two hours. Dr. Phill is known for his knowledge of rare and poisonous herbs, and also he is the best at creating new concoctions. This only fact is enough to indicate that Madeline is still critical.” Damien explained and I pursed my lips into a thin line.

We all get back to the cabin and Esther still tries to calm the woman. "Love, we have everything and more, though they need to make sure that you are a professional" Esther walks toward throwing a death glare at them while getting all the tools and facing the main manager. "We are who we are, and helping people who are in need is what matters not the profession! I can help so focus on that!" Esther said and then get back to the patient and so I face the manager and give her my business card. "I am Amber Holista I am the general manager of the Monte-Hospital and also the owner, she is a professional doctor, a thoracic, gastric and trauma surgeon for almost 13 years"

Rosalinda’s POV As usual the clinic smells faintly of antiseptic. And something softer lavender maybe or eucalyptus. It is small, private. Tucked behind a modest stone building on the edge of Isadora’s quieter streets. No big signs. No waiting room bustle. Just a handful of exam rooms, a quiet lab and Amanda’s steady presence holding everything together. I have come here a lot since meeting Amanda. Dr Amanda. It is crazy that she is also one of them. A Sanguinari.

“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.

This Doc was definitely a good actor. “Oh! Andy isn’t a random guy. He is my best friend. He works in Capgemini and came over for the weekend” she said. Andy’s heart swelled at her words. She turned to Andy and continued, “this is Dr Raj. Dane’s best friend. He is a gynaecologist and works in Gandhi hospital at Shirur.” Andy gave a curt nod. If he worked in Shirur what the fuck was he doing here in Daund at wee hours of the morning?

One has a clinic website that hasn't been updated since before I was married, which tells me something, though I couldn't say precisely what. The fourth is Dr. Amara Osei. Her practice is listed under a quiet street in the city's northern quarter. The clinic's registration is current. Her credentials include a subspecialty notation in supernatural maternal care that the other three do not. There are no photographs on the website, no curated testimonials. Just the qualifications and the address and a phone number. I call at half past nine. The appointment is at two. ---