Hm Patient Novels & Stories

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

I heard him ask, I didn't really know what or how I was feeling, but nonetheless I nodded and his hand moved to play in my hair. "Even though you're clearly lying, I think what I'm about to tell you will brighten your mood," he added and I opened my eyes turning to look up at him. "What?" I asked confused looking into his eyes. "I made a couple calls and I have this friend, well less of a friend more of a business associate and he has been testing out a treatment plan for cancer, it has been deemed 75% effective after treating approximately 120 persons and I got your dad a spot, you just have to sign th-" He paused his finger moving to my cheek wiping away tears I hadn't realized were fallin

“Homer Pharmaceutical, return my hard-earned money! You bunch of cheaters!” “Homer Pharmaceutical has victimized old helpless people like us. They say we can live up to 99 years old if we use their health care products. But now, several of my friends have been hospitalized after taking their products!”

He asked ignoring her question " She's your mate " She said and he glared at her " What as that got to do with her dying? " " You died but she didn't,, her soul and body,,,her demons are hungry for the mate,,," Lindsay stopped " That's crazy,,,, you are not telling to mate with her right? " " When did I tell you that?? I am only explaining why she's so weak and might die soon,," Lindsay replied and he just disappeared. Luther came in after he left. TBC

I have no idea if he can hear me or not, but I say, "Hi, Dad. Glad to see they haven't kicked you out of this nice private room yet. Although since you did donate a wing to this hospital, they better not." Smoothing my hand over the blankets, I study the gray at his temples that is now more evident than it ever was before. I hate seeing him hooked up to so many machines and my heart sinks like a stone in a pond. He's not getting any better. Only worse. That's becoming more and more clear every day.