Prison Healer Series Novels & Stories

A woman in her mid fifties greeted us. The others responded to her but I did bother to return her greeting. What is going on right now is more than greeting. "Shall we go see the girl?" I asked the healer, standing up. "Of course, please lead the way." She replied, I hummed, leading her to the underground prison where Hailey is. My brothers followed behind us. "There she is," I said, gesturing to the cell Hailey was in. The healer stepped closer to her, checking things and all. Hailey remained silent, she has gotten quiet over the past few days.

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

Drunk on his flattery, Tawnie lost all clarity and completely forgot her duties as a doctor. In the end, she harmed both others and herself. Matthew was ultimately sentenced to ten years in prison. Having no valid medical license, he had no qualification to perform surgeries. His practice was illegal. I had never looked down on him, only merely stating facts. Tawnie was sentenced to three years in prison. Our marriage came to an end. After everything had finally settled, Tawnie asked to see me. I hadn’t initially agreed, but she insisted it concerned Bethany. Only then did I agree to see her one last time.

‘Theo , please send a few warriors to come and move the woman to the makeshift clinic. ‘I’ll send them right away. You were amazing.’ ‘How am I amazing?’ ‘You saved a woman’s life with skills you learned from a TV series. How are you not amazing?’ ‘I’m happy I was able to save her life.’ ‘Me too. I’ll never tease you again for watching Survivor.’ *** “Thank you,” my patient says from the stretcher before she’s taken away to the makeshift hospital. “You’re welcome,” I say, patting her hand.

Message From Author "When Love Heals" is the English translation of the Thai novella "Duang Jai Khong Ma Prot", which explores the theme of an uncle and his illegitimate niece. Introduction In this story, Parker Callahan, the hero, has long harbored feelings for Lydia Harris, the girl next door. After a painful breakup caused by her boyfriend's betrayal, Lydia returns home feeling heartbroken. Seizing the opportunity, Parker steps in to offer her comfort and care. His gentle and affectionate nature makes Lydia's heart flutter, especially since his warmth and charm stand in stark contrast to her previous experiences. How could she not be moved and find solace in his embrace? Join us as their

Above me wasn’t the blue sky of my puphood memories, but a stark, white ceiling. I tried the simple movement of moving a finger, which seemed to drain the last of my strength. My whole body ached, pulsing with a constant reminder that death was drawing near. “You’re awake?” A gentle voice rose beside me. I turned my head. A man in a white coat, a healer, stood by my bed. His eyes were full of pity as he softly said, “Your body’s in bad shape.” My heart dropped. I grabbed his hand, mustering every ounce of strength to beg, “Please don’t tell Daniel. I’m begging you!”

Harvin asked his daughter softly. "Sure. Let's go, Mister Severin, Mister Stanley. Let's go for a walk since the time is still early!" Robin smiled gently while leading the way. When the three of them left, Jodie finally had the chance to ask her son. "Harvin, which hospital is Mister Severin working in? Am I really going to get better without taking any medicine?" Obviously, Jodie was still hoping there was a chance that she could stand up. Harvin explained, "Mother, Severin is not a doctor and he doesn't work in the hospital. He was in jail until recently. But I think his treatment is not bad. He was the one who saved Mister Henry when Mister Henry had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage."

The one at the left ignores me and I'm sure I hear a scoff, but the one who attended to Cain looks at me kindly and nods. “We’ve never treated anyone who has come out of the dungeons, but we’ve heard of the things it can do to its prisoners. King Rafie doesn’t let us learn how to heal whatever effects the dungeons have on released captives, but from what I've heard and what I've seen, I believe he’ll be fine. He just needs food and rest.” The look of gratitude on my face must be glaring because the healer looks away with pink cheeks. I nod and turn back to Cain.

It’s gotten easier to mask my magic, holding it in check and only healing enough to make it seem like I’m trying while keeping the other inmates alive. Sleep always comes in fitful, haunted snatches, always interrupted by the sound of someone else being dragged down the hall. I’ve tried to keep count of the other prisoners, by the screams or who I’ve healed, but it’s impossible. I never heal the same person twice, and if they’re screaming, they’re already dead. The only sleep that isn’t fitful comes after a hard healing, one that takes more magic than I’m willing to give. Often, I wake up with the smell of home in my nose and no knowledge of how I even made it into my cell.

SERGIUS I woke up chained to a bed. Again. I violently rattled at the chains and a shaking servant went out to call the healer. The healer unshackled me and I didn’t bother asking why or how. The last two times I had woken up bewildered and they had to explain to me. “This will heal in two hours,” The healer nodded to the bandages. “You are a strong Alpha.” This time I just stood up took the painkillers for the blinding headache and dull ache in my bandaged fingers and went out.