Phoney Bone Novels & Stories

"The doctor for bones... You have a funny name that I don't remember. He said that I should find an exercise that did not require the use of my legs and that would not overload my ribs.” "A Orthopedist been here?” “Evet!” He agree with his head, oscillating his dark hair. “Or rather, yes. An Orth... Doctor for bones.” I repress a smile. "Would your bone doctor care if you go down? My neck is starting to hurt.”

I play the recording of her voice during the meeting that Bones attended in my place, her explanation about the Phoenix project's progress streaming through the phone speaker as I grab my heavy cock with my free hand and start wanking. Tbc.

He lay on the bed, gasping for breath. The village doctor gasped in awe. "Bone regeneration? My God, I'm witnessing the legendary bone regeneration technique! You're a miracle worker!" The doctor stared at Wendy in disbelief. Benny's face drained of color. "What's bone regeneration?" The doctor quickly explained, "You've misunderstood her. She's not trying to harm you. In fact, she's saving your leg. Your injury was so severe that there was a great chance you'd lose it, but this young lady is using a technique to help regenerate the bone. Your leg is going to be fine!"

It was tight, strained, but devoid of the scream that should have been there. "Your bone density is... abnormal," the doctor said, the drill changing pitch as it hit resistance. "It's like trying to drill into concrete. Are you sure you haven't had metal implants before?" "Calcium," Cale gritted out. "Supplements." "That's a lot of milk, son." Whirrrrrr. Click. "Okay. The pin is set. I'm locking the external fixator. This is going to stabilize the tibia so you can stand. But you are not—I repeat, not—to put full weight on it. You lean on the crutches. Understood?"

The pain is unbearable, consuming every inch of my existence, leaving no respite. As the agony escalates, the resounding noise of my bones fracturing fills my senses, resembling the delicate snap of twigs succumbing to immense strain. This auditory symphony of devastation reverberates within my ears, amplifying the intensity of the torment. Astonishingly, my shattered bones swiftly knit themselves back together, defying the laws of nature. It is as if they are trapped in an eternal loop of annihilation and rebirth, perpetually subjected to excruciating repetition, with each occurrence surpassing the previous one in terms of sheer anguish.

He crouched over the skeleton, hands hovering as if he wanted to touch it, but he didn’t. “The bone density appears to be consistent with a young woman in her late teens,” he murmured, half to himself, half to us. “And look at this—” He pointed at something near the ribcage I couldn’t make out from where I was standing. “The marrow crystallization pattern. I’ve never seen this outside of a laboratory sample. This is genuinely remarkable!” “Harrison,” Tyler said flatly. “Right. Yes. Sorry.” He straightened, but he was still looking at the bones with awe on his face.

POV: Neoma A heart breaking sounds remarkably like a bone snapping. It is a sharp, distinct crack that echoes inside the ribcage. Followed by a dull, throbbing heat that spreads outward. Numbing the fingers. The toes. It isn't poetic. It isn't beautiful. It is simply structural failure. I floated in a grey haze. Halfway between the cold concrete of the Foundry and the oblivion of unconsciousness. I felt arms around me—strong, unyielding arms that held me close against a chest plated in Barzil-steel.

Larissa scoffed coldly, "The skull has 29 bones, but you couldn't even get that right and made a skull with 30 bones. What do you think you're making, an alien skeleton?" The senior blushed. "O-Of course, I know that! You just mixed up all the bones after you kicked them loose!" She'd gotten the measurements wrong and couldn't piece the bones together at the start. Thus, she figured she'd fixed the problem by adding a tiny bone somewhere deep underneath. How did a freshman notice such a small bone in such an unnoticeable place? One of the braver freshmen walked up to count the bones. "One, two, three … There really are 30 bones! There's an extra piece in there!"

I said and tried stepping down but still I could not feel my back, “Mum, why can't I feel my back? Why can't I stand up like I used to?” I asked in panic looking at them “I’m sorry son but you need to calm down and listen to this” Mum muttered holding my shoulder “What's happening mum, why do you sound like something bad has happened?” “Actually nothing bad has happened,” She said looking at my dad who also nodded at her “Then why are you sounding like something bad has happened?” “Listen, son, the doctor said that one of the bullets pierced a major bone in your back which led to a crack in your bone, and for that reason, you will be suspended to a wheelchair while you undergo physiotherapy

He sits again, keeping my hand in his, and I soak in the feel of his calloused fingers wrapped around mine. The doctor clears his throat. Zanthe pushes forward in my mind, alert and bristling. He flinches when he sees the shift in my eyes but recovers quickly. “Cadets, one of your test results was…. significant.” My stomach fucking drops through the floor. Zanthe’s hackles rise. The doctor clears his throat again, likely sensing the spike in aggression coming off both me and Max. “It appears that your bone density is lower than expected.” What. The. Fuck.