Future Doc Brown Novels & Stories

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.

Zara read the email again and again. This was the last thing she expected to see in her inbox on this cold night. After a time, she laughed, "Oh, Scott! It seems I am not your only enemy." Brown and Co. was founded almost a century ago. Margaret Brown had started it with her now late husband. And when Scott's father became an adult, he took over and built it into what it was today. Actually, the Brown and Co. of fifteen years ago was much more stable than the one of today.

"You haven't told me about your final mission. How's that going for you, man?" "It's going fine. She's great." "Really? So you've finally managed to screw every race of women. When are you going to let her go?" "At the end of the year." "What? Why? You never went a whole year before!" "Yeah, well. Sometimes, it's good to make a change." "Ha! And what would Audrey do if she finds out about your little miss brown benefit?" I eyed him. "Hey man, my lips are sealed," he quickly defended.

A man in a white coat sat behind the desk, staring at a computer screen. She knew him. Dr. Brown. He was the one who had done her fertility exam before. He had signed that report, the one proving there was nothing wrong with her reproductive system. Ava knocked lightly on the open door. Dr. Brown looked up and nudged his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. "Miss Crawford." He stood up at once. He recognized her. "Dr. Brown. Long time no see." Ava stepped inside. "I saw the news." Dr. Brown pointed to the chair across from him, signaling for her to sit. "About your divorce from Damon Ashford. And Darkmoon Pack going bankrupt. I'm sorry you had to go through all that."

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

He met Brown at the bar, where his assistant had already organized the revised documents. “Good evening, Mr. Fidelis. I apologize for the delay; everything has been updated,” Brown stated, presenting the paperwork. Fidelis glanced over the documents quickly, pleased with the revisions. “Ensure this doesn't happen again, Brown. I expect these to be perfect when they reach my desk.” Brown gulped nervously, nodding earnestly. “It won’t occur again, sir. I appreciate the opportunity.” Just as Fidelis was about to return to his penthouse, a voice rang out through the lobby, “Hey, handsome!”

Luna shivered slightly, she began to feel that the way to the hospital room had changed a bit, it wasn't that far, but she still couldn't reach her room. “Dr. Brown, three months ago transferred to neurosurgery. Since when did he become an emergency doctor?" Luna asked, her hand gripping the handle of the wheelchair. “Who are you?” “Is that right? You can realize that. Only smart girls could attract someone as powerful as Dr. Brown. Hello again, Luna Edwards." ***