Life Code Dr.phil Novels & Stories

We had only three hours. "So, I don't exactly remember what's inside the folder but I do know that it's something important. It's odd because I feel that I'm becoming more and more detached from my life before I die and I'm starting to forget things. I'm just struggling to concentrate on anything except this blinding light that leads me to you," he ranted to himself mostly. I stood and watched him from the kitchen doorway, assessing every movement like I normally did. The way his eyes widened brightly while telling a story or how his hands rose high above him to animate his enthusiasm.

Then the line went dead. The beeping of the disconnected call became my final requiem. Behind me, a chilling voice whispered, "Caught you." I screamed and begged for help. But the only response was cold steel plunging into my throat. As the darkness swallowed me, Gavin's face was the last thing in my mind. "Gavin, it hurts so much." … Night fell. Gavin stayed late at work, painstakingly stitching me back into something resembling human form. By the time he clocked out, it had started drizzling. He had no umbrella, so he stood beneath the eaves and waited for the rain to stop.

I asked cautiously, "So, Lucaro isn't dead, right? He's alive? And he woke up?" With a light snort, Nico explained, "Mr. Ricci found a renowned doctor. That's who helped him recover. After he woke up, he asked about you. I told him everything you've done these years. He's given up on you. He won't interfere with you becoming the next Donna Altieri." Nico spoke lightly, but each word felt like a blade cutting into my heart over and over again. Still, amid the pain, I was grateful that Lucaro wasn't dead.

I can't tell what goes inside of her little head. I crack a small laugh at her, maybe It's normal that I don't feel sad that she died. Scarlet has known her longer than I have and still she finds it hard to cry actual tears, she is a kid, yeah but at least I can sooth my heart and mind saying that It's actually normal that I don't feel anything.

CHAPTER 1 I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life? I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.

he added and I glanced at him dumbfounded. "I made him Life," I muttered and my father nodded. "Yes Sebastian, you can create Life and extinguish it as well, you have combined tattoos now because your Life power sparked Miguel's Life gift, he is a Life," he explained and I bit my lip looking worriedly at Miguel. He shrugged it off. "It's okay Baz, I don't mind being immortal and being with you, I really love you a lot," he told me with a brilliant smile. I inhaled deeply and whistled in my shock over all the information I was receiving. Miguel grabbed me and pulled me to his side.

Yes, it was going to be a good night. Phil continued cultivating as he took in as much mana as he could so as to heal himself fully and expunge the poison from his system. It was proving hard because Ravi’s body was new to all this but Phil was a mage of the highest order in his previous life. He thus would make it. He had to make it.

“You’re completely screwed in this lifetime.” Diego straightened up and walked toward the room to carry Briella out. Just as he opened the door, he glanced sideways, his profile calm but solemn. “This lifetime? The moment I met her… it was already over.” Philip gave a self-deprecating chuckle, the sterile glass reflecting his tired face. What right did he even have to say anything? He leaned back in the chair, eyes shut, fingers fumbling inside his pocket for his phone. He redialed a number from yesterday.

Phil whispered. "Me too," Jodie said, looking up at him with a sad smile. "Even if it's a short life." Phil's smile faded as he looked down at her. "You aren't going anywhere, Jodie. You are going to be alive for a really long time whether you like it or not," he said determinedly. He had already set her up with the best treatments possible. Jodie leaned into him. "I know," she said softly. "But sometimes, I can't help but think about it."