Infected Regretevator Novels & Stories

“Start with Ward C. I want to see the progress on Project ReGenesis.” Silver’s head snapped up at that. “ReGenesis?” she echoed softly. She's heard her great grandmother talk about it in her last conference meeting. Detroit gave her a glance, a small flick of his eyes that almost resembled amusement. “It’s one of the institute’s ongoing projects. Gene restoration therapy for neural decay.” Her brows furrowed. “Like for Alzheimer’s?” “Yes,” he said, his tone gentling slightly. “And more than that — trauma, paralysis, genetic defects. We’re rewriting how the human body remembers itself.”

It can't be. This was one of the symptoms of infected patients.

A man this drunk shouldn't be holding the future of his company. "It’s a neural regenerator," he continued, his eyes glazed with a mix of lust and self-importance. "My competitors are still trying to figure out how to stop the degeneration. We’re not stopping it. We’re reversing it. Alzheimer’s, Parkinson’s, spinal trauma... this stuff fixes the wiring. It rebuilds the brain from the inside out." "Sounds dangerous," I said, feigning a shiver. I moved closer, letting my perfume distract him from the way my eyes tracked the canister. "If it's that powerful, shouldn't it be in a safe?"

Was he safe? **********************************

"She lost her mind, alright? She was pregnant out of wedlock and stayed with him without any official status. Now he thinks she can just be paid off? The first thing she did when she woke up in the ICU was to find a lawyer to sue Jules. Then one day, Jules was driving on the West Side Freeway, and she was in the passenger seat arguing with him, saying he was irresponsible, that he ruined her youth, that he had ruined her life..." "Then what?" "She grabbed the steering wheel." Lauren's voice suddenly turned serious, as if she were about to share some major news. "The car crashed straight into the guardrail. Sophie, the SUV was totaled. Jules spent two weeks in the ICU before waking up; the do

He points out and I sigh. "The way you treated me says more about you than it does about me." I say firmly and I feel a fresh bout of regret barrel into me from my bond with Micah. I reach up to hold his hands that are clasped around my waist and squeeze them gently, letting him know that I have forgiven him. I won't let some bad memories stop us from enjoying a loving mate bond. It would be cheating myself just as much as him, and I refuse to do that to myself.

The doctor sighed and explained, "You're correct. Mr. Lane's private parts have been entirely necrotized. Normal function will no longer be possible." "No! This is impossible!" Timothy yelled in despair. "That geezer told me that taking those drugs would treat my impotence! I even felt a difference after taking it for the past few days. How could it have suddenly necrotized? Are you sure you didn't make an error in your observation, doctor? Please check again! There must still be hope!"

He frowned, and then a realization seemed to dawn on him. "You just got back and you're rushing to see Grandpa with me?" "Don't worry, if you play your cards right, I'll tell Grandpa to let you remain my mate." "Stop staring. Since you're here, help me with this. The gate system is on the fritz," Caleb said with the casual arrogance of someone used to getting their way. "My fingerprint scan failed, and the guard won't let me in. I'm Damian's nephew; how could I not have access?"

He was definitely not in the mood to be boastful that he had been right. I looked back at the ragged Warrior, remembering something he had said. “You mentioned that there were other Reignile Warriors with you?” “Yes, Your Highness. They are still at the Rogue camp. Only I had the grace of escaping on time before…” He trailed off. “Before what?” “Before I was infected.” “They do it on our warriors too?” I asked, already so horrified that my joints felt stiff.

“How did Nicole know?” “I don't know, but had it not been for her, Marcus would not have made it.” “Anyway, how is she?” “It's hard to tell. Her sentences don't make sense. I would say she is still confused.” “This family just has terrible luck. “Please keep me posted on Marcus's status. He is all family she has.” “I will do that, im not sure how long the surgery will take, but I will come home asap.” Jack hung up. He felt angry and hateful towards the driver who just drove off. Jack scrolls down to Reapers’s name. Staring at the contact, he then pressed the green button.