Manhwa Doctor Elise Novels & Stories

The kind of room that said: this is a place where the work happens, without ceremony. Elise stood in the doorway for a moment and then, with the particular courage of someone who had decided to do the hard thing rather than wait for it to get easier, walked in and sat in one of the chairs. Wren sat across from her. "Give me your hands." A pause. Then Elise extended them, palm-down. The marks were visible even on the back of her hands—the dark tracing at the wrists, spreading inward along the tendons. Not as advanced as Sera had been at her worst, but moving. The curse had been working for at least a month.

I moved fast and quiet, tucking myself out of sight as the door creaked open. At first, I thought it was a maid. The soft click of heels on the floor wasn’t loud enough to belong to one of Cartwright’s men, and the faint scent of vanilla and honey floated into the room, too sweet to be anyone dangerous. But when she stepped fully into view, I realized I was wrong. It wasn’t a maid. It was Elise. Her back was to me, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders as she moved toward the desk. She was wearing a fitted leather jacket that hugged her curves and tight jeans that left little to the imagination. Her sweet ass was practically mocking me, swaying slightly as she crossed the room.

“She just woke up after barely escaping death. Your stupid accusations won't be the reason she relapses, because if you stress her into another episode, I swear I'll kill you with my own two hands.” Leonard struggled again, completely ignoring him, his composure hanging by a thread, his mind screaming that the truth was right there, lying silently in front of him. Before either of them could say another word, the door swung open. The doctor stepped inside, documents clutched in her hands, her expression composed but serious. Her gaze flicked immediately to Elisa, and she hurried to her bedside, surprised that she woke up sooner than expected, checking the monitors, adjusting the machines, he

Gavin responded to Elard's babble. They laughed crisply, seeing the sullen face of Kalina, the character who was the butt of the joke, Elard patted Gavin to stop chuckling. "Go in and rest in the room provided, Kalina. We'll report that you're back," Elard said, putting his arm around Gavin. "Alright, I'll go in first, goodbye," Kalina replied shyly as she entered the room. Kalina closed the door and leaned back. The girl closed her eyes and massaged her throbbing forehead. So many thoughts stopped by making Kalina short of breath. Starting from the image of Elang's story that suddenly burst out, also the scene felt different.

Climbing over him, I straddled his chest, looking down at him like prey that I refused to let escape. I whispered, “I hate you, but I can’t lose you even if I want to. You’re mine. I, Elisse La Rovan, am the mate of you, Alpha Dario Dravenhall." His hands gripped my hips instantly. His voice was a low, dangerous warning. “Elisse …” “What?” “Don’t play with me,” he snarled, his fingers sliding to my waist. “You can’t push me away and then crawl on top of me like this.”

"What kind of grudge could make someone so vicious? She cut it off with one stroke of the scalpel—nobody could stop her in time." "It was brutal! Did you see her technique? It's like she'd practiced countless times and was completely methodical." "Dr. Parrish suffered horribly. He wasn't under general anesthesia and was fully conscious throughout. He broke down immediately." "Have you heard? They're saying Dr. Parrish might not have been ill at all. I just heard from someone in the lab that the test results were manipulated, and even the X-rays belonged to another patient." … I stood frozen, my mind filled with nothing but the image of Jade's smile. The news spread like wildfire.

Jace was caught so much off guard that it took him a moment of blank blinking as he tried to process what had happened. It gave me an open opportunity to land another one. Or at least, I attempted to punch him again, but as he cupped his bleeding nose with one hand, he used the other to catch my hand. Screw this. I dropped my backpack and used my other hand to launch a blow against his jaw. “What the fuck, Elise?” He used both hands this time to take hold of mine, spinning me around and pinning my hands to my lower back. “What is wrong with you?” “You,” I hissed angrily, my body hot with fury. “You are what is wrong!”

Ludo nodded. Elise drove to the hospital. Ludo observed how Elise held her husband. It was obvious she loved him. Ludo just couldn’t put together why these people were bad. She had spent the previous day reading her work all over again. If what they say was true concerning the manuscript about being about them; they were bad people and Ludo wanted nothing to do with them. As soon as she got her laptop back, she had planned ghosting on them. She didn’t care about their threats because they would already have what they wanted from her. Ludo sat in the waiting room while she played with her phone. She looked at the clock on the the wall and it was 17:43. She knew she had to go home. She stood u

Felix continued briefly. Within minutes, the Doctor and nurse arrived to treat Elisa, who looked strange as she awoke from her fainting spell. Felix didn't take his eyes off Elisa; he was worried beyond belief about the state of his wife, Elisa. Never had Felix been this panicked; Elisa had managed to mess with his heart even though they were married without love. "Mr. Taylor, can we talk outside," the Doctor said. Felix nodded as he glanced at Elisa lying back down, and their eyes met in the air for a few seconds.

she said, tugging off her gloves, “I’m one of the town medics. Been training under Doc Harrow since I was seventeen. I’ll be helping you with patients if that’s alright.” “I’d like that,” I said. “I could use the help.” “Good. Because you’re going to get it whether you like it or not.” I laughed, surprised by the sound of it. Elise was warm, blunt, and easy to be around. She told me about the families hardest hit by the illness, about the way people had started whispering that it wasn’t natural, and about Kael—how he’d stepped in when no one else could, how he worked himself half to death trying to hold things together.