Manhwa Doctor Elise Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Sit." Elise hesitated before complying. She perched on the edge of the plush mattress, her eyes widening slightly in accidental wonder. The bed was so soft, a stark contrast to the hard cot she used in the servants’ quarters. Realizing herself, she quickly straightened, trying to sit as unobtrusively as possible. "I’m fine, really. It’s just a small cut," Elise tried to explain, but before she could finish, her body froze. Reiner suddenly bent down in front of her, his large, strong hand grabbing hers effortlessly. Before Elise could protest, Reiner brought her injured finger to his mouth.

A number scribbled without a name underneath. Her brows furrowed. “What is this?” “A doctor’s contact.” Diane looked back up slowly. “A fake doctor,” Elise corrected casually. “Well… not entirely fake. He has a license. He simply values money more than ethics.” Diane stared at the number again. “You’re insane.” Elise took a sip of her drink. “You’ve said that already.” “What exactly is this supposed to do?” Elise leaned back against the booth comfortably. “Simple. You stop pretending to be newly pregnant.”

My husband Christopher Lumiere succumbed to a deliberate overdose of sleeping pills. He was promptly rushed to the hospital, but was declared dead upon arrival—a lifeless husk. Emily Landon, his junior and the doctor tasked with saving him, failed to revive him despite her efforts. She solemnly passed me his official death certificate, heavy with sorrow. "He's gone, Yuna," she told me, anguished. "Please accept my condolences. I just need your sign here so we can send his body to the morgue."

“Doctor...” “Oh please,” Dr Henley said with a smirk, rolling her eyes slightly. “Enough of this Doctor nonsense. My first name is Eloise...and everyone calls me El.” It felt kind of weird calling the doctor ‘El’ but at this point, everything they were doing was weird anyway, what was a little extra weird thrown into the mix? El it was. The doctor’s other hand reached out and cupped her right breast, squeezing it firmly and playing with it, causing Jenny to let out another slight moan.

assistant"> Elise clicks her tongue softly like we are both being foolish. “That dramatic girl who keeps coming here pretending she cares about me... pretending to be my non existent granddaughter,” she says dismissively. “She thinks I’m some cuckoo old hag who doesn’t understand anything.” Her eyes narrow sharply. “Idiot.” Despite the tension curling inside me, amusement flickers briefly through the bond from June. Elise folds her arms with clear offense. “The moment I realized she wanted something from me, I made sure to give her my fart directly in her face when I ordered her to massage my legs.”

Tyson asked. “She is, and I can, but Dr. Clark and Mona are with us. Would you like me to send him to your office?” Elise replied. “Yes. Please.” “Your wish is my command, oh wise Dragon Lord,” Elise formally announced before she laughed and cut the mind link.

“Wife. Cute. How long is that going to last once the green card is stamped? Six months? A year? Then what? You toss her back to the hospital and find a proper Russian girl?” Elena sets her fork down with a soft clink. “Careful,” she says, voice sweet but edged. “Some women bite back harder than you expect.” Viktor laughs, genuinely surprised. “She bites. I like her, Dante. She has fire. Tell me, Doctor, does he fuck you hard enough to match that mouth, or does he still treat you like fragile American glass?” I feel Elena’s hand slide onto my thigh under the table, squeezing once in warning. Her voice stays cool. “He fucks me exactly the way I want. And unlike you, he doesn’t need to talk abo

“It’s okay.” I kissed his forehead. “Daddy’s here.” Eventually, the door opened and I shot to my feet. The doctor stepped out, my heart slammed against my ribs. “How is she?” He smiled. “She made it.” Everything inside me stopped. “Elise survived the surgery.” He said again My knees nearly buckled and I closed my eyes. A shaky breath escaped me. “Thank the Moon Goddess.” The doctor nodded. “She lost a lot of blood, but we’ve stabilized her. She’s exhausted and will need close monitoring.”

She approached me with a soft smile, her gaze assessing me thoroughly before she turned to Elise. “How is she?” Elise asked, her voice still a bit shaky. “She’s stable,” the doctor said with a nod. “We’ve run some tests, and I’m happy to report that everything seems fine now. Let’s just give her a few more minutes.” I nodded slowly, trying to sit up, but the world around me tilted again, and I leaned back against the pillow. I could feel Elise’s hand tighten around mine, her presence like a rock anchoring me.

”This is what you put all those girls through; sick twisted fantasies wanted to see me so much, but now you will never see me again,” Elise snarls as she pulls his eyes out. Rygan stared in awe at his mate like he hadn’t just plucked a man’s eyes out.