Future Doc Brown Novels & Stories

“ who is Grace ?“ asked Lewis playing the dumb one “ My fiancée “ answered Brown “ she is just like me , she loves me for who I’m , I fought with those sponsors and they sent me here “ My brows jumped , Grace ‘s move was really flawless , with just an easy sweep she created such a big rift between those so called sponsors and Brown . Brown believes that Grace was innocent in the entire ordeal and was protecting her till now - while she was the one who sent him here . “ you want us to help you out ?” I asked Brown leaned against the wall behind him “ I’m not stupid and I know that I can’t get out of here , Jess might try her best but those families are trying to pressurise the court into givi

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to

Who argues about baking soda? Doc. Brown chuckled, ‘It’s alright. They’re not that bad, but I know how they can be. Enjoy the rest of your day, okay?’ I nodded, giving him a handshake. Doc. Brown was another friend I couldn’t take for granted. He was a helpful and loyal friend. I know the trouble I was putting him into all those years when I begged him not to reveal my situation to Tessa. He did it without hesitation, and that took a lot, honestly.

He took us, along with Uncle Fred and Phoebe out to eat to celebrate the new year. After, we went back home, and had a good rest. At least I thought we could; Russell tossed and turned from the pain on his side from the broken ribs. So now, after days of stubbornness, I finally made him come to a doctor to check out his ribs. His uncle, Caleb has been insisting that he keep practicing for the next fight, happening in two months. He's hassled Russell with phone calls and texts, and if it wasn't for Uncle Fred, he probably would still be blowing up Russell's phone.

Then Lucas said, "We will have a debriefing with the surgical team in the OR, Doctor Brown. I don't need you for this. Leave us." Yet again, Lily saw Doctor Brown stare at her, and because the latter had done that three times already, Lily did not look away. Instead, she raised her chin at the doctor and followed her as she left. Something inside Lily told her she would see more of this Doctor Brown. After the female doctor left, Lily asked, "Who is she?" "Doctor Brown, something," Lucas replied casually, looking at the charts. "She is one of our lead thoracic surgeons here in Saint Dominique. She trained with mom before she retired."

The head of the Brown family, Lucas Brown, was looking at his son and his expression was grave. "Master Brown, Young Master Brown's injury is quiet serious, so I would think it is difficult for him to fully recover." A doctor spoke very solemnly and cautiously. "The injury to his knees is particular, will make it difficult for him to even stand in the future." Lucas Brown's expression became even graver. "Please forgive me for being unable to do anything." The doctor sighed. "Thank you doctor." Lucas Brown nodded and got someone to see the doctor's out. He tucked Kevin Brown into the blanket and walked to the living room. A murderous air started setting up from his malicious looking face.

She gave me the laptop and I sat straight, ready to type. I can’t use the code language here, otherwise, she will know I messaged her, so… “Ms. Heather Blue. Actually Mr. Brown is considering a meeting with you at his workplace soon. I would like to know your free time so that we can set up an appointment. Regards, Ashley Jones Personal Assistant Mr. Chris Brown The Brown Association” And I sent it. “You sent it with my name?” She asked me as she read it. “Or should I have done it with mine?”

Whether it was saddest or disappointment, I couldn't tell. "Alright" Mavis said, and went for his room. Is that all he could say, "Alright". I thought he wanted us to watch TV together, even if I turned him down, can't he at least ask me for the second time? I'd have said yes if he had begged me to watch TV with him, but who am I kidding, he is Mavis. C. Brown, the CEO of one of the most popular food companies in America, who doesn't know how to apologize or beg someone.

Not even experience it from James– Why did I even mention him? “But we have a slight problem,” Mr. Brown trailed off, causing me to look at him. He was also looking at me. “Fiona Gomez, owner of Fionabulous, filed a case regarding the breach of contract.” My brows furrowed. “Why?” “Are you not listening to the report–” “I did not. That's why I’m asking you.” He avoided my gaze and cleared his throat as if I said something awkward. I’m just being honest, though.

Then everything comes back to me. “Why was I bleeding? Did the doctor say anything?” Mr Brown lets out a sign and passes his hands down his face. He really looked good now that I really look at him. He has brown curly hair that looked so messy though it was styled with gel as always. He had a deep set of blue eyes that reminded me of something or someone I couldn’t place my finger on. He always has this serious face that makes him look somewhat arrogant. Another arrogant face that I met recently comes to me and I roll my eyes. I look at Mr Brown and see him give me a confused face and I remember I rolled my eyes at him.