Dr.st Amand Novels & Stories

Please just talk to me about something stupid. The phone rang three times before the screen finally clicked open. "Nina!" Amanda’s voice came through the speaker, but she was whispering fiercely, the camera shaking as she moved. I froze, my brow furrowing as I looked at the background on the screen. The familiar, colorful walls of her apartment were gone. Instead, bright, sterile fluorescent lights reflected off white tiled walls, and the distinct, rhythmic beeping of medical monitors echoed faintly in the distance. Then, the camera panned slightly as Amanda shifted her weight, revealing a familiar figure in a white lab coat standing at a nurse's station behind her. It was Dr. Jamal, reviewi

I was feeling that way when we were in the bathroom. "Bec, listen to me." Will begins. "Andrea." I interrupt him, looking back to him. He eyes at me in question. To hell with it, I roll me eyes, "My name is Andrea." "Now that, that makes sense to me." Brian smirks. "Andrea," Will smiles as he says my name, "This is going to sound crazy okay? But it's all true. Those guys you say are your brothers. They're dangerous, they... aren't human. They're vampires. That's why they can do mind manipulation like today. They can confuse you and give you thoughts that aren't your own." All thoughts disappear from my mind as I listen to him talk.

Amora recounted her version of the story with a flawless performance. The police officer taking Amora's statement looked at the woman doctor before him. According to earlier witnesses, Dr. Amora was the hospital's director, meaning she was the central figure running the facility. John, the police officer, scanned Amora's appearance, which seemed sad. Her hair was disheveled as if a fierce storm had just struck it. Her white attire appeared dirty here and there, and she had even taken off her shoes, revealing two pairs of white feet stepping on the muddy ground.

She smirked and said both, dancing first. I was never so happy. We went to the club she favored, found some of her friends, and had a great time. I was getting our drinks at the bar, watching her move with grace as she danced together with her friends, when a man I didn't know slid in beside me, ordering a drink. "You and Amanda are together, right? I'm Dr. Krall, her supervisor at the hospital." He had an accent I couldn't place, I found out later he was from South Africa.

Jacklyn years later had discovered her knack for healing their patients and she made a promised to her that she will teach her everything that she knows, and Amarah couldn’t be more than happy. Matthew Slade came into the picture when Amarah turned fifteen and he was just then a good-looking nerdy doctor at twenty-seven, who just recovered from a serious illness. He came all the way from the north into their town when he heard that there’s an opening at their small clinic. He told Amarah that he prefers small-time clinics so he can be able to treat patients much better and that the reputation of Jacklyn and Gloria as outstanding doctors, made him go all the way to get the job.

Amanda narrated to her parents. " In all truth Mom we just hit it off, he's like my best friend, kind of reminds me of the story you told me of how you and Dad met "oh my gosh honey, he sounds like a good guy to keep", Amanda's mom chipped in. "So what does he do, how old is he?!, Mr McArthur asked. "He's 26 , he's having a lot of companies, but what he delights in is to practice the doctoring program he read in school,so he will be starting practicing as a doctor this coming week Dad", Amanda answered.

And then she answers “Good Morning you have reached Dean Blake's office, at the University of Ravenwood. This is Amanda her assistant speaking.” Her voice is even, confident, the kind of tone you expect from a woman who spends her days behind a desk making sure everything runs smooth for the Dean. I lean back in my chair, one hand resting on the folder. “Amanda,” I say, my voice calm but firm. “My name is Drake Marshall. I’m calling because I would like to set up an appointment to talk to someone in your Occult Studies department.” The line crackles faintly as Amanda listens on the other end. But before I can say much more, she interrupts, professional, but polite.

I wondered what happened to the third girl. As soon as I peered inside Ameera's consultation room she exclaimed, “A-ha! Just the right person we need right now! Bennedith, meet Doctor Roberts. She is one of the best surgeons in New York and could quickly help us with your appendicitis—” She introduced me and I plastered a smile on my face as I proceeded into the room, watching the middle-aged man fidget on the consultation bed. A frown pulled the skin on my forehead as I studied him quietly.

Andrew, angered, encouraged Amanda not to be considerate to unreasonable people, and as they planned to leave, Amanda experienced coughing, dizziness, and wobbling legs. Observing Amanda's deteriorating condition, Andrew swiftly halted the argument. "Mandy, calm down. Let's leave. There's no point in arguing with people like them," he declared, directing a stern message to Dickson. "Dickson Anderson if you have any decency as a man, leave Amanda alone. You've caused her enough trouble. Show some kindness and stay away from her." With that, Andrew gently guided Amanda back to her ward, his arm supporting her. Dickson, sitting at the ward entrance, remained motionless like a stone statue, grap

He bowed quickly towards Raymond, "Alpha. "Dr. Linn," Aeron replied, but squinted his eyes ever so slightly as the man walked towards me. "Amanda says that she's called you Jane." Dr. Linn said and offered a hand towards me, "I'm Dr Linn, the Black Forest's pack doctor." He said and smiled towards me. Looking at his hand, I slowly looked at Raymond.