Plague Doctor Book Novels & Stories

Removing some books from the top, my heart leaped for joy when I saw a book that I actually liked. "Thank you," I said with a smile as I pulled it out and admired the cover. "I'll continue to make use of them all." "What book is that?" Benjamin asked as he leaned in to look at the cover. "It's a fiction novel about romance in the midst of a plague," I answered and before I knew it, I was blabbering away.

I do love a handful of coins but hoping to see the glorious skies of Venice isn't bad either. After a horrible day traveling across the town with rotting bodies on the streets, I proceeded to the de Mercier residence for my weekly check-up. The owner owned a huge amount of riches and yet all the money in the country can't protect him from the plague. I knock the door twice as her wife greeted me, "How is he?" I asked. "It's getting worse, doctor. I don't know what to do, I followed your instructions but nothing seems to work." She started to cry and I noticed small boils on her arms. She also caught the plague.

"It's okay, everyone makes mistakes. One day she will gonna forgive you just don't give up," "Yes, your right Vlahdy. By the way Vlahdy, I've been your doctor for eight years already but you never tell me about your family? Your mom, your dad or your younger siblings? I even wonder why you built this bookstore in this place wherein little people can find?"

I knew perfectly well they were trying to keep an eye on me, and honestly, that was exactly the effect I wanted. At 12:55 p.m., one of the staff members pointed to a seat by the window. “Dr. Lane, have a seat. If you need anything, let us know. We’ll come by periodically to check.” With that, they shut the door behind them. The moment the records room door slammed shut, I grabbed the doctor's code of conduct handbook from the desk and began reciting it at the top of my lungs. “Article One! Doctors must possess sound professional ethics and medical competency, uphold their principles, and fulfil the sacred duty of preventing illness, treating disease, saving lives, and protecting the health o

“I walked fields when the air still stank of ash from Carthage burning. I crossed seas on ships stitched with hide before your world had sails worth the name. I bled at Thermopylae, though I wasn’t Spartan. I watched Rome devour itself and laughed while emperors choked on their own rot.” My breath caught. He said it like someone listing cities he’d vacationed in. Casual. I could hear the rattle of the motel air unit and still believe every word. “And when plague came?” he went on, voice lower. “I fed. Entire streets abandoned to black boils and swollen tongues. No one looked twice at another body carried out. Mortals thought it was disease that emptied their homes. They never knew how much w

“Then we need to figure out why. Before it’s too late.” We turned back toward the house but I didn’t shake the feeling. That this house, the one that had withstood wars, betrayal, fire had just opened its gates to one of the horse men of the apocalypse. Plague. And something was already rotting from the inside.

We would sit together in silence more often than not, sharing whatever he brought, neither of us acknowledging how little it actually was, because admitting that would have made it real in a way that we were not ready to face. Those moments had been small. Insignificant in the eyes of anyone else. But to me, they had been everything. Then the plague came. At first, it was dismissed as something minor, something temporary, but it spread too quickly, too unpredictably, and soon the entire pack was caught in a state of quiet panic that no one wanted to name. Pat Doyle had tried to stop it. He had worked relentlessly, pushing himself beyond what anyone else was willing to do, searching for answe

He gave me a tip of his hat in response, and I turned to the building. “Hello,” I said to the nurse behind the counter with a smile, and he looked up at me with a smile. “Hello, and welcome, how may we help you today?” “Uhm, I am here to check on the victims of the plague.” The nurse raised his brow and slightly cocked his head to the side with his smile -his signature smile I was certain - still resting on his face. I chuckled,“ doctor Rory Aldrich” I handed him my ID, and he returned it with widened eyes.

She hesitated to say Antonio’s name, but Julissa only laughed. “I don’t believe this. That is why you think you won him over because of a curse?” She hit the top on the storage container sort of hard as she slapped it on the counter. Her eyes darted to both Alyssa and Janet as she saw they were very serious. Her mind wouldn’t let her believe it. “It’s true, Julissa,” Alyssa replied. “Before us, they wouldn’t be able to even have kids or feel pleasure. It’s why Dan started the Sex Doctor business.”

The reality wherein they believed the fault was on the poor doctor shattered in just a snap. Primo flinched, absolutely couldn't believe what he just heard. Or is this woman just trying to feed them lies to postpone the punishment? “Come again?” Primo asked, staring intently at the doctor who took a huge gulp as she received those gazes. Everyone looked at her. While some had the look of disbelief, others just smirked on it, thinking the same way as Primo does–this woman is just playing some tricks, and they are not buying it.