Dr.st Amand Novels & Stories

said Amanda farewell to the second floor. "Miss, wait," said the man, stopping Amanda's steps "Yes?" asked Amanda "Introduce, I am Amar, what about your name?" asked Amar politely "Oh, I am Amanda," said Amanda "This is my name card," said Amar politely and gave his name card "Oh .. yes, thank you" replied Amanda who was confused for what this person gave his name card "I know, Ms. Amanda is a social volunteer at the 'Sejahtera' orphanage, right?" asked Amar

The memory of Damon and the previous night lingered vividly in her thoughts. She had promised herself she’d focus on Darius, but Damon still haunted her thoughts, no matter how hard she tried to push him away. A knock on her office door drew her attention. Come in, she called, turning to see Dr. Paul, the hospital’s head surgeon, enter. Dr. Paul had harbored a deep crush on Amara since she started working there. He smiled warmly as he approached her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his pristine white coat. Amara, I hope I’m not disturbing you.

Steven's untimely demise. Damon stepped forward, introducing the physician with a blend of formality and warmth. "Allow me to present Dr. Julian Hartman," he announced, his voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of respect. "He comes highly recommended and is renowned for his expertise in obstetrics and gynecology."

For even thinking I could fit in with people like them. I reached for a glass of water, trying to calm the tight feeling growing in my chest. Then, unexpectedly, I heard another voice. “I think she looks beautiful.” It was calm, but clear. Confident enough that everyone nearby turned. I looked up to see Dr. Andrew standing just a few feet away, holding a drink in his hand, looking directly at Amara. “I was just saying—” Amara started, clearly trying to backtrack, but Andrew didn’t let her finish.