Pretty Cure Cure White Novels & Stories

It’s going to be a long day tomorrow. *************************************************************************************************** Getting out of bed never felt so surreal. Gentle rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains and caressed my face. For the first time, I felt more energized than other nights. With Melody’s help it was a breeze getting ready for work. My wardrobe got elevated to more chic and formal office wear. I wore a white button up shirt and navy blue dress pants. I fastened an emerald brooch on to compliment my eyes. After a hot cup of coffee, I made my way to the parking space to head straight for the office.

Just then, the dean walked over and happened to hear the last part. "Step down?" he repeated, completely confused. "Mr. Fenton, you must be joking. Ms. Hemingway just secured a patent for an incredible medical breakthrough. She's one of the university's greatest contributors. Why would she step down?" Zack frowned. "What patent?" "The special treatment she developed to cure her father's terminal illness, of course!" The dean cheerfully patted him on the shoulder. "Hasn't Ms. Hemingway spent the last eight years fully devoted to this research? Now that she's finally succeeded, I'd say if she can develop a treatment for her father, she'll probably develop a targeted therapy for your rare disea

he said, forcing a smile. Yet Nora's final look flashed through his mind. The dead calm in her eyes was a quiet despair far more terrifying than hysterics. … That afternoon, the doctor announced that Elena could be discharged. Julian nearly ran all the way home. Nora's face filled his thoughts. The moment he pushed the door open, a faint smell of blood drifted toward him. The guest bedroom was empty. Nora's clothes still hung neatly in the closet. Only one thing was missing—the white dress he had given her.

Chapter 1 THE BEGINNING/RUDE ATTACK Hello, my name is Selena White, and I'm the offspring of The Red Blood Moon Pack's beta tester. I am what you can call the geek of the school exclusively for werewolves, and I can't wait to turn sixteen next month. My elder brother, who is eighteen years old, will be the next beta of the pack. Since we were little puppies, he has been incredibly protective of me and has already met his soul partner, whom I adore. What can I say, I've always wanted a sister, and the best part is, she's one of my greatest friends—that's right, she's also my sister-in-law.

It pained her heart deeply to see her man, a strong Tazz endure this suffering She had an anti depressant with her but she wasn’t sure wether she should give it to him or not. “is there any medicine for this, that you take?” she tried to get an answer, but he remained quiet, trying to relax, then suddenly her grabbed her in a hug and held on to her like there was no tomorrow.

Even the Elder Council in the Capital had once summoned her to treat an important figure. The stone was real. But I shook my head. Charles snorted. "See? I told you she was a liar." Victoria’s expression soured, while my father and stepmother adamantly refused to let Quinn marry a crippled wolf with no future. But Charles spoke again, his tone infused with a chilling confidence. "I've already found a cure. Once I'm healed, I'll be back at the company." "If Quinn marries me, she'll want for nothing." Quinn nodded emphatically. "That's right, Mom, Dad. I know a powerful healer who can definitely cure Charles."

His mouth fell open and he started laughing. " cure? There are no cures for that. You can drink some lemon juice, tea, or water to lessen the effects but I haven't heard of any cures before." I smirked at him but didn't answer because I wanted to make a fool out of him when Arlo and Micah woke up, who's the smart one now?

She also caught the plague. Actually, we physicians don't know the exact cure for the pandemic. We just stick to the alternatives to at least give the dying patients some hope. We often perform bloodletting in which we cut the boil, so the blood and pus will ooze out from the body. I approached the wealthy man at his deathbed, I didn't even try to touch him and inspected him with my cane instead. He was breathing ghastly. The boils on his arms were as big as an apple. I noticed his nasty excretion laid in a bucket beside him. I was relieved knowing I had my mask on. I sighed in dismay as I told her wife to leave us as I perform my surgery.

Cain mentioned that if someone with enough medical skills and talent use the Celestial Herb for research, they might be able to develop the recipe for the Hundred-Cure Elixir. The Hundred-Cure Elixir would purify anyone of all toxins. Only one person had ever successfully created a Hundred-Cure Elixir, and he had disappeared years ago. It was rumored that he had figured out the recipe using the Celestial Herb. Terry suspected Eden had some medical expertise, but he wasn’t sure. However, Cain confirmed that she was not only skilled but exceptionally talented.

Is there a cure for all this? "No. You are turned permanently."