Ms. Doctor Divine Novels & Stories

My Prince my name is Precious Baby. Dr. May, I want to extend divine healing unto her as we did to Barbara. Dr do you agree? Yes, go ahead and pronounced divine healing unto her. Then Precious baby in my hands baby looks at me. Just look into my eyes. The faulty kidney is changed now. Precious, you are the future pilot Indo continent needs. From today all your sickness is ended. You will be healthy throughout your life journey in the mighty name of Adonai Amen. All those in the banking hall responded Amen.

Was Divine the one hiding something? Lira and the elders stepped closer. Elder Roman spoke first. “We heard the disturbance and came as soon as we could. We will help search, but—” He stopped mid-sentence. We all turned. Divine was walking toward us from the direction of the council chamber. One hand clutched her stomach. Blood stained her palm. Her steps were slow and uneven. The guards immediately drew their swords and aimed them at her. “Stop right there,” one of them ordered. “What were you doing inside the council chamber?”

This power in me could have combusted at any point, killing everyone around me. "How can I control this power?" "By taking classes at Divine Academy, we teach young demigods with divine affinities how to master their powers. This school is a safe place to learn control and etiquette and help you find your place in this world." The Headmaster says, walking towards his desk, grabbing a file of papers, and handing them to me. "This pamphlet includes your room key, your class schedule, and your bank information through Divinity Credit Union."

I will… I will definitely divorce Bima for the sake of my sanity. “Madam!” I greet the doctor's mother. That doctor whose name I found out is Doctor Arlan. "How? Have you agreed with me?” She asks me through the cell phone. "Madam I... huh.." I can't, I can't be this weak and cry. I have to be strong, I have to be able to give an answer to doctor Arlan's mother. I can't be a crybaby. I immediately wipe my tears and hold back my voice so I won’t sob anymore.

If Chase could produce six Divine Veins and above, Wren would use every resource he had in the Light Divine Holy Land to absorb the entire Miracle Doctor Sect. This would be a catastrophe for Travis. He quickly approached Wren to convince him otherwise, "Master, the Miracle Doctor Sect seems quite ordinary, but their disciples managed to produce Divine Veins. Every one of them had more amazing results than the last. Something fishy is going on." Wren might be a little rash, but he had a good head on his shoulders.

Natalie listened with confusion. Looking at Margot beside her, she asked, "You have a chance to save Curtis? How can a young woman like you save him? And, what kind of divine doctor is so powerful that even Calvin can't bring him? How can you and Lilac bring him here?" So Calvin had gone to find the divine doctor. No wonder she hadn't seen him for two days. Margot explained the matter about the divine doctor to Natalie in detail. After hearing it, Natalie was still surprised. She couldn't believe that there could be such an incredible person in the world. But if there was a glimmer of hope, that was a good thing.

To prevent her from ruining my plan, I immediately turned off my phone and urged the driver to speed up. During the ride, the effects of the anesthetic seemed to have worn off slightly. Christopher, who had been lying still this entire time, suddenly moved his hand. He was probably conscious, but couldn't move. Realizing this, I leaned closer to him and grabbed his hand. "Don’t be afraid, Christopher. We’re almost at the crematorium. I promise to light candles and visit your grave every year to honor your memory and keep you in my prayers," I said, so softly as though I were murmuring to myself.

"And they have a very long time to think about it." "A perfect diagnosis, Dr. S," Dante murmured, taking a sip of his scotch, his eyes locked onto his queen. Elara Vance, the founder of Genesis Island, the conqueror of empires, and the undisputed god of modern medicine, turned off the monitors. The past was entirely dead. The future belonged to her.

“You think I need to explain to a small-town doctor? It’s not like we’re refusing to let her treat the patient. What’s the harm in making them wait a little longer?” The bodyguard thought to himself—this wasn’t just any doctor. This was the renowned ‘Little Divine Doctor’ who even Chairman Cromwell treated with great respect. How could they just let her wait around? “Miss Abby…” The bodyguard didn’t want to be the one to take the blame, especially when it could cost him his job. The young lady seemed resigned, looking toward Auntie Ashford. “Go ahead, explain things.” Auntie Ashford agreed but secretly simmered with anger. She was curious to see just how confident these people were, making h

I received my prenatal checkup report on Thursday afternoon. I was sitting by myself on a bench outside the OB-GYN department, surrounded by the constant bustle of patients and nurses. The doctor had spent less than ten minutes reviewing the results before smiling and reassuring me that everything was perfectly fine. The embryo was developing well. There were no complications. My baby was healthy. Long after the doctor had left, I kept repeating her words in my head. My baby was healthy. For weeks, fear had followed me like a shadow. I had worried that the stress would harm the fetus, that the turmoil of the divorce had already caused damage invisible to the naked eye, and that this precious