Health Concern Examples

Verine Garzon is curious and pure but she's not innocent. Her wild acts results to something serious in her reproductive health that needs professional help of doctors. When she met her aunts doctor, Dr. Malcolm Monteclar, the most handsome doctor in the country, she couldn't help but fantasize about his gorgeous face, oozing sex appeal, hard rock muscles and his big thing. When he caught her she didn't hesitate to ask for his help. Will Malcolm help her?

Rosebella Verdejo, a young woman who fled from her malevolent aunt, made a firm commitment to herself to care for her brother unaided. However, her world was shattered when her brother received the devastating news of a brain tumor. His health deteriorated rapidly, and it became evident that immediate surgery was necessary. In a fateful twist, Xavion Nero, the nation's most affluent and eligible bachelor, extended a helping hand to Rosebella. But his assistance came with a challenging stipulation - she must agree to bear his child in return.

Lilith's father, a faithful and devoted Beta of the Green Forest pack , was wrongfully accused of colluding with members of other packs, intending to betray their own pack. The betrayal of a beta to an alpha is a scandal in itself; to conspire with members of other packs is a signal of instability that cannot be ignored within the pack. Consequently, her parents were executed while she was forced to watch, leaving her to descend into the role of an Omega. This led to her being rejected by her fated mate. As if fate had other plans for her, she discovered she was also mated to the Alpha King. Lilith, who had buried her feelings and vowed never to get manipulated by her emotions, is now faced not only with her new mate's constant concern but also with the task given to her by the Goddess. Would she allow the despair of the tragedies in her life to overwhelm her, or would she be a hope to the dying world around her? Read Mated to Alpha Gregory to find out.

Cole needs to find his Luna that will conceive his baby that will prevent the chaos that will happen in their packs, he needs to fulfill the prophecy. Only the sweet smell is an indication of his mate, what if he finds the woman who had these pheromones scents, and his mate is having a serious illness? Will he still do the prophecy that was written, or will take it aside for his Luna's health? What if the chaos that's been feared by his packs came? What will he do if his Luna is also in danger because of the black wolves who want to take his position as the alpha?

Five years ago, Elvi was the woman who nursed a blind and broken Lionel Soren Lazaro back to health in a secluded lake house. Before he could regain his sight and see her face, she vanished, leaving him with nothing but a memory. She runs away with something important, she is carrying his child. Now, Lionel is a ruthless billionaire CEO obsessed with finding the woman who saved her. When their paths cross again, he doesn't recognize the face of the woman that saved him, but he recognized her heart.

I’d been dead a month before my family even noticed. It wasn’t concern that brought them to that realization. It was my silence after the so-called “dinner” with Adam Rossi, the infamous mafia boss. My father scoffed like always,“She probably shacked up with that bastard. Too busy spreading her legs to pick up the damn phone.” My sister texted me a photo of them smiling under the Christmas tree, ornaments twinkling like nothing was wrong. Bitch, she wrote. You better talk Mr. Rossi into working with Dad, or you might as well be dead already. And my mother—once the softer one—was now colder than the frost on their windows. “I told you, we should’ve sent Gia to charm Mr. Rossi. Serena always screws things up.” They didn’t think I would die. Not until they found my body—broken, rotten, and forgotten—in Adam Rossi’s basement.

“I want to please you, Angioletto. Teach me how to please you.” I whisper. He steps forward and crouches down, his hand cradling my face. “Be careful what you wish for, Munchkin, girls like you shouldn’t concern yourselves with pleasing insatiable men like me.” She’s his breath of fresh air. He’s the reason he lives. Angiolettto’s mission was clear. Go to Dumont Augustin’s province, and wipe out his entire generation. But Angioletto failed. He failed because a beautiful five foot two, brown eyed girl crossed his path and brought him alive in a way he’s unable to explain. He’s a monster, her monster, the monster whose heart is captured by a nineteen year old girl. And for Oceane, he’s her monster, a monster who saved her life, a monster whom she takes a risk with and gives her heart to.

How far can one go for love? Do the words "love conquers all" really prove themselves to be true? Or does it leave no regrets once you give the best you can to avenge the death of the people you love in any way chance presents you? This is a love story of a Mafia man Marco Alfonso and a common girl who had grown to be strong in her own way as life struggles kept provoking her till she reached her limits. How does a simple woman like Skye take the place of the man who had shown her kindness and concern was attacked by someone he trusted and fell ill? If it isn't all for gratitude, could it be because love had started to grow between these two souls? Let us explore the love story of a cold-faced yet warm-hearted Mafia man and a weak girl to a kick-ass woman in the sweet romantic story of... "Ruling the Mafia World".

"What is your name?" "Again, sir, that is no concern of yours". "A mystery", he said. "I shall have to call you Delicia. May I put on your shoe for you?" She gave a start, her cheeks flamed. "No!" she said chokingly. "You may do nothing for me except drive on!" "Why, that is easily done!" he replied, and bent, and before she had time to realize his purpose, lifted her up in his arms, and walked off with her to his curricle. Miss Tellaro ought to have screamed, or fainted. She was too surprised to do either, but as soon as she had recovered from her astonishment at being picked up in that easy way - as though she had been a featherweight, which she knew she was not - she dealt her captor one resounding slap, with the full force of her arm behind it. He winced a little, but his arms did not slacken their hold, rather they tightened slightly.

My wife had called me in the middle of the night with a hint of drunkenness in her voice. She admitted to having too much to drink and asked me to come get her. I hurried to the private club she mentioned, only to find myself having to change into a bathrobe as soon as I got there. Surrounded by a group of wealthy women in their fifties, they playfully flirted and teased me relentlessly. Suddenly, a few of them pounced, pushing me to the ground and demanding I crawl like a dog. Despite the humiliation, my main concern was still my wife's wellbeing. Hours passed before she finally showed up, disheveled, supported by her male assistant, looking at me with a cold smirk. It was then that the truth hit me. This whole situation was a scheme she had orchestrated to please him. My anger rising, I called and spoke through gritted teeth, "Three days. I want every single business under the Spencers wiped out."