Dr Who Star Wars Novels & Stories

Ruangan praktik dokter yang kali ini mereka datangi berkesan mewah dengan design interior yang mewah. Sama seperti dokter lainnya, ada banyak poster mengenai kesehatan kandungan dan organ intim wanita. Hanya saja, wallpaper-nya gelap, karena didominasi warna hitam. "Malam, Dokter Arjuna." Mereka menyapa. "Panggil Juna saja." Arjuna tersenyum manis, menampilkan sebuah lekukan di sudut pipinya.

I said, glancing at the stack of files waiting for me. "He claimed it was urgent." I went quiet. Sandra had never exaggerated anything in her entire time working with me. If she considered something urgent, then it probably was. "Let him in," I finally said. I ended the call and immediately shifted back into the version of myself everyone knew. Dr. Karma Kuntz. Calm, Controlled, and Untouchable. I sat behind my desk and waited. A soft knock sounded at the door. "Come in." The man who stepped inside looked to be in his late forties or early fifties. There were lines around his face, the kind that came from years of stress rather than age. His expression was neutral, almost deliberately so.

Pythia POV: I grabbed Leia by the shoulders and tried to hold her still. "Get her on her side now! Someone go get that pack doctor, tell her what's going on. NOW!" I yelled, pulling Leia on her side. I lifted her chin and opened her mouth letting her tongue fall out. "Get me something flat." I said looking down on her. "Leia, can you hear me?" I asked opening her eyes, they rolled to the back of her head and I got no response from her. "She passed out." Una yelled. I could hear the panic in her voice. "Una, listen to me now, I need to try to shove your way forward. As hard as you can." I said sticking a small card on her tongue to keep her airway cleared. "Move." The doctor said squatting ne

I just nodded to them and sat next to Luna. "I will now formally introduce myself. I am Captain Draco Sylveria, twenty-five years old, and graduated from Walden University in Minneapolis with a Ph.D. in Criminal Justice. I want all your attention on me when I am teaching or giving instruction. Follow orders. Every violation is equal for one punishment." Draco promised. I was stunned. Fucking shit, this Ph.D. in criminal justice? I don't even have a master's there! Is he planning to become a general? If his level is that high, why is he still in the undercover department? Just his choice?

Draco, however, took off towards a part of the land that was not flooded with people who could get hurt in a dragon fight. Draco’s body snapped around to face the other dragon. Its aura was dark and menacing, clearly showing that it was willingly a part of all of this bullshit. Dragons, just like any species, could turn to the Dark Side. Yes, that was a Star Wars reference. Yes, I was a fan. I was a well-rounded individual. I could destroy my foes while quoting pop culture references. That, my friends, was what you called winning.

"Parting ways seemed like yesterday, Celeste. It's nice seeing you again." The bystanders around them were gossiping as to who this person is. "The director knows him. Who do you think he is?" whispers one nurse to the other. "I don't know either." "It's lovely seeing you again too, Dr. Aster." Staring at the man with a sweat-soaked shirt. Celeste then faced the crowd and said, "Everyone, this our new colleague, Dr. Clive Aster. Now go back to your workstations and attend to the patients."

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

At that moment, inside the Department of Defense building, in a spacious and brightly lit office, a young man in his mid-twenties sat relaxed in a chair with his legs crossed. He was dressed in a dark green military uniform with a dragon head emblem proudly displayed on his shoulder. His sharp eyes added to his imposing demeanor. Beside him stood two lieutenants, each with three gold stars on their shoulders, standing silently. However, their gazes toward Draco were filled with admiration and envy. After all, the man casually lounging in the chair was one of the newly appointed top five commanders of the Dramon Department of Defense, known as Commander Draco! At just 26 years old, he command

I reply. "Do you know alot about the Draven's professor?" I ask curiously. The Professor chuckles a little as Lorie's school comes into view. "The Draven's and I go way back and please call me James when where not in lecture." He answers as he sticks his hands in his pockets. "I know everything about them and NIcolae and I are very close...I also know their family secret." He answers. "Are you one of them too?" I ask as we stop in front of Lorie's school.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting