Pokemon Fanfiction Ash In The Hospital

This is Book 1 of the Lycan Series. Camila Rasort, an eighteen-year-old, is sold to a cruel alpha as his mistress who turns out to be her mate but he later banishes her from the pack under the accusations that she poisoned his ex-girlfriend, who was now carrying his child. She roams the city, doing any kind of job she can find, until her wolf comes out. After discovering she wasn't a werewolf at all but a Lycan who matures at the age of twenty, she returns to her pack for vengeance with the help of her childhood best friend, Ash Moon. Will they succeed? Book 2 of the Lycan Series is still on review. It will soon be available on this site. (Vengeance on the Cruel Alpha King You can also look over my other books because you might like them Luna Returns(Completed), Rejected (Completed although halfway) Surrogate for the Lycan Prince (Ongoing)

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

My ex-wife, Erica Scarver, who's the head nurse of the hospital, devotes her efforts into saving an ICU patient. Meanwhile, I, the hospital dean, just start a livestream calmly. A few minutes later, the patient is out of the critical state. But Erica collapses instantly because she contracts the virus instead. "Hurry up and save your ex-wife! She's now infected because there's a hole in her protective suit! She's in a critical condition right now!" The medical staff looks at me worriedly. After all, I'm the most renowned medical expert in the entire hospital. But I remain unmoved. "Why should I save her? Don't you know that I've just wrapped up a surgery, so I can't enter the quarantine zone at all?"

Gesare walked into the hospital for a routine check up and walked out with a life shattering secret, she was fourteen weeks pregnant, which should have been impossible because she was still a virgin. When her ruthless stepmother throws her out, fate strikes again. A drunk driver leaves her broken and bleeding on the roadside. She wakes up in a hospital bed with a fractured leg and no idea that her nightmare is only the beginning. A devastating mistake during a routine exam changed everything. The child she carries is no accident, it is the only heir to billionaire powerhouse Dante Moretti. And whether she is ready or not, Gesare’s life is about to change in ways neither of them could have imagined. There are dangerous people after her, people who don't want the child she is carrying to be born and her only way of survival is Dante Moretti.

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."

"Breaking News! A certain A-lister was sent to the hospital in the middle of the night because of… anal fissures!" "This just in—a certain A-lister is witnessed being carted out of the elite heir's residence!" As I read the viral headlines featuring myself, I can't help but clench my fists tightly. "What the heck? Who came up with these stupid rumors anyway? I went to the hospital to get my hemorrhoids removed!" And here I am, thinking about why my long-time rival, Pierce Kirkland, had decided to invite me over to his place for a candlelit dinner in the first place. It turns out that he wanted to watch me embarrass myself after eating a spicy meal! But after Pierce makes a shoutout on a show, I belatedly realize that I can never escape from him anymore.

Connor Lockwood abandons me at the hospital's entrance even though I'm bleeding in the middle of my pregnancy. He insists on sending his client, a divorcée, home. The blood flows down my legs, but he hurries off without another look back. He should've been at the hospital and by my side, but instead, I see him in his client's social media update. It's captioned, "Thank goodness for my wonderful lawyer. Do you know who gets to have hangover soup when they're drunk? Me!" I spend the rest of the night wide awake. The following morning, I calmly dial a number. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll return home in three days to take over the company."

In my past life, my husband brought our daughter, who was down with a cold, to his father's hospital so she could see a doctor. Later, she was pronounced dead. When I hurried to the hospital after hearing the news, he'd already transferred her organs to his true love's son's body. It was later that I learned my father-in-law was the one who extracted my daughter's organs when her vitals were perfectly fine. I was heartbroken and devastated. I wanted my husband and his family to give me an explanation for this, but he and his parents killed me by poisoning. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the moment my husband has just taken my daughter away.

Finding her fiancé making love to her stepmother wasn't part of Alani Lane's wedding plans, especially not a week before the big day. Devastated by the betrayal, she spends a reckless night with her cold, irrestible boss, Alexander Voss, a man who does not believe in love. He is not only her boss, but also her ex fiance's cousin, with scores to settle. When he offers her a marriage contract to get revenge on her ex, Alani agrees, but the terms aren't as simple as she imagined. What starts as a business arrangement soon becomes something neither of them expected. As secrets, lies, family drama and buried betrayals come to light, their perfect contract marriage turns into a tug of war between rules, love and reason. Will Voss, a man built on power, control, dominance and unbreakable rules learn to bend, or will Alani burn for him until there is nothing left of her but ash?

My husband, Oliver Dawson, "forgot" everything in a car crash—and somehow fell for me all over again. After getting out of the hospital, he said he wanted to date me from scratch. Moved out, made it all romantic. People thought we were couple goals. I figured he just wanted that first-date spark back. Then I overheard him with his best friend. "The amnesia was a lie. I only moved out to take care of Katy. She's pregnant. Cecelia's never wanted kids. I'm not going childless." I glanced down at my barely-there bump and booked a hospital appointment. Then I found the memory-erasing pill Mom left me—and took it. Oliver had no clue I'd forget him in seven days. Completely.