Dr Stranger What If Novels & Stories

the drunk bastard continued to boast. Riana couldn't sustain herself anymore because the drunk little bastard crossed his limit and he was about to find out how unlucky he was for him to choose the wrong girl to mess with. “Oh reallyyyy,” Riana replied in an extra sweet and extra fake smile. “What if I want something else other than money?” Riana talked on a higher note than usual. Then she leaned on the man’s ear and slowly whispered “What if…... l want your life?” ------------------------------ At the special detective's office-

"But maybe, just maybe, I can help you change yours. And in doing so, perhaps find redemption for my own failures." "What if it does not work? What if the timeline is fixed, and I am destined to die no matter what I do?" Drake's smile was sharp and dangerous. "Then we burn the whole damn timeline down and build a new one from the ashes."

“But they can’t stop us. Even if they want, they can’t do it because of me.” “They can’t? What do you have?” Dr. Conscire’s eyes narrowed, seemed to have challenged by the question Praxis threw. “In the next year, or in a decade, or in a century from now. . . there could be another world war. No one knows when it will happen, even the government.” “World war?” “Right!” The doctor turned to Praxis, holding a small syringe this time, smiling. “And when that time comes, because the government is useless, they don’t have a concrete plan for that.”

Her eyes were wide anxiously waiting for his next move, like a deer in the headlights. Someone cleared their throat. "Miss Holland?" Ashlyn pulled her arm from Derek's gentle grip and wiped it dry on her shirt. She turned in her chair, creating further distance between herself and Derek, to face the Doctor who stood before them. "Mr. Weber is awake and asking for you."

The Pack Doctor asked; his question froze me to the spot. I chuckled at his worry, surprising him. “Don’t worry, that would never be a problem. What matters is that Drystan would surely come back with Astrid as his new mate and Luna.” With that, I stepped out of the room, leaving confusion in his mind and a crack in my heart.

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”

Actually, in reality, she needed to get as far away from him as possible to avoid any crazy sensual temptations that may want to come into her head. In the morning, Drax woke up on a strange bed feeling very hung over and confused. He massaged his temples with his right index and middle fingers to relieve the heavy banging sensation he was feeling in his head. He looked around to try and make something of his surroundings. It definitely looked familiar, he thought as he sat upright. He lowered his head, scanning across the bed to try to understand what was happening. He lifted the blanket and looked under, and found out that he didn’t have pants on. “Shit!” He gasped abruptly.