Novel & Cerita Novel Doctor Stranger

The guard stiffened. Who are you? Alive. The stranger turned back as three statues charged him. He moved before they reached the bridge. One step. One cut. White lines appeared across all three stone bodies. They broke apart at once. Daigo stared. I dislike him already. The stranger heard. Good. His sword slid back into its sheath. The stones beneath him shifted. He glanced toward the staircase, then toward me. His eyes were an unusual grey, almost colourless. A scar crossed the bridge of his nose. Another disappeared beneath the collar of his coat.

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

“In full.” I stared at him. A stranger paid my bills? Why? “Did he say anything?” I asked. The doctor thought for a moment. “Not much,” he said. “Just that you should receive proper care.” My heart skipped again. “Do you know what he looked like?” I asked quietly. The doctor gave a small shrug. “Tall… Well-dressed.” That didn’t help. If anything, it made things more confusing. Because someone like that… would never have anything to do with someone like me.

When she finally climbed into bed, she didn’t sleep. The next morning, Maya went about her routine as if she hadn’t stood frozen for half the night with a stranger on the other side of her door. She dressed in loose jeans and a wrinkled T-shirt. She didn’t wear makeup, didn’t fix her curls, didn’t even bother with breakfast. The hallway outside smelled like floor cleaner and old wood. The apartment across from hers had the blinds down, but through a small slit she saw a light flicker on. Then off. She didn’t stop walking.

Why was I here? And then it came rushing back—rain, headlights, laughter, glass. I was alone in the room. Where was Liam? Panic gripped my chest. He was driving. Was he injured? Was he— No. My heart was still beating. That meant he was alive. He had to be. How are you feeling?” The doctor asked, checking my pulse. I nodded weakly. “Do you remember your name? Do you recall how you ended up here?” “I’m Sanjana,” I replied, narrating everything in a slow, steady voice.

He moved closer, though I wasn't afraid. 'What does he want now?' I muttered inwardly, knowing fully well that my job was not to help a stranger. If Clara ever finds out, then I would be doomed. He stood in front of me, his blue eyes fixed on mine. He leaned slowly and I knew he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't move.

The second they tried touching him, he nearly lunged off the stretcher. “Everybody back up,” I say quickly. Nobody listens. “He’s unstable,” one of the doctors argues. “He’s terrified,” I snap back. Another doctor reaches for him anyway. Bad idea. The stranger grabs the front of the man’s shirt so fast that several people scream. “Okay!” I shout immediately. “Okay, stop!” His breathing comes rough and uneven, his entire body tense like a trapped animal ready to rip through everyone around him. Then his eyes find mine again. And slowly, impossibly, he lets go.

My throat tightened; I swallowed hard against it. “P-please just let me in; we can sort this out when he gets back home,” my lips pressed together. “You can’t lock me out and let a total stranger inside,” I protested, my voice rising. “You have to let me in.” The pitch of my voice started to grab people’s attention. The doctor dropped the file he was showing Shawn and began to approach the door. “A total stranger?” Clara scoffed. “Well, a total stranger has helped your dad heal quickly and tell us the truth of what happened to his company…”

I said immediately they picked up “Isn't that the same Mr Stranger you woke up with, saying you don't remember him” Valentina said “Yes, I don't know him, dad said I have to marry him to calm the scandal down” I told them “Ooo juicy” Vivienne said and I glared at her “So you're getting married to a stranger, immediately after Sebastian called off the wedding?“ Valentina said “I mean, it's a good option, instead of the press to be calling her a cheater and a whore, the world sees it that they are in love and She realized she couldn't marry Sebastian and called off the wedding” Vivienne swooned

I always send them away, but occasionally when the s*x was so good, I’d forget myself and just sleep off. The only problem here was this naked stranger kept screaming that I was in her room. That’s not possible… or so I thought until I scanned the room and truly, I wasn’t in my room. Where the heck am I? I couldn’t remember how I got here, but that wasn’t the time to start racking my brain. This could be a disaster brewing, because how did I get into a stranger’s bed? I needed to do something. “If you even think of ever blackmailing me with this, I’ll make sure I ruin you. I’ll make sure you disappear without a trace even before you make your first public appearance!” I fired at her while dr