Secret Surgeon Novels & Stories

The irrational desire towards her makes him insane for her even more. Isabella- the mere mention of this name was enough to send his groin into overdrive. But this is wrong. She is his secretary. There is a huge difference between him and her. It's not like she seduced him but her innocence and simplicity is more seductive than that. There's a bunch of girls out there who are willing to give themselves to him but this girl never once looks into him with some other means. From last month she never complained about her work. She put up her all into what she did. He appreciates this about her the most.

Pandora shoves me back and follows. Cassian. God, no. He is still lying on the operating table, surrounded by chaos—spilled medical trays, blood running down the side. The surgeon was lying face down on the ground, a scalpel lodged in his neck. And Sierra, standing amid the chaos. Drenched in red, crazed-eyed, a scalpel clutched in one hand and the Surgeon’s ID in the other. She looks at me. No, through me. "Get away from him," Kade commanded.

His wife was in serious condition, being taken to the hospital, he learned that, but due to the complexities of the case, she was placed in suspended animation until she found a better surgeon to solve the case. Tsuki in the midst of a secret deal between exchanging information, well, it all started a few weeks ago. When a mobster needs something, he gets desperate, when he urgently needed a surgeon, who happened to be an old villain, his enemy, named Thomas Oliver, one of the so-called Silence, who was going to start the surgery when, he was intercepted, at that time, kidnapped and disappeared. Sasha talking to an old professor, knowing that Death White had data, records, notes and blackmai

Not with this secret. She had chosen the clinic carefully, too. It wasn’t Palermo General, where Jeremy’s influence was everywhere, where a single glance from a nurse or doctor could unravel everything. Instead, she had found a small, private clinic tucked away in a nondescript building. The doctor, a woman in her early seventies with kind eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor, had been recommended by a friend of a friend. She specialized in discretion, catering to the rich who needed to keep their secrets and the poor who couldn’t afford the scrutiny of larger hospitals.

His eyes never left hers, as if he were trying to memorize every flicker of her expression. The lead surgeon's steady voice broke the silence, sounding like the commencement of a solemn ritual. "Time: 11:55 AM. Patient: Cecilia Sinclair. Commencing C-section." The procedure began with clinical efficiency. Liam was blind to the surgical field on the other side of the drape. His entire universe had shrunk down to Cecilia's sleeping face and the weight of her hand in his. He leaned down, pressing a kiss as light as a feather to the back of her hand.

Every other person had dispersed back to their posts. “Good morning Sir. I’m Lynnette Parker, your secretary.” I introduced myself, speaking in short sentences. His expression was unclear as he raised his head from his computer screen. His stern eyes locked with mine, but he gave me no acknowledgment or even a smile. Wait. Did he not recognize me? My mind raced with a million ideas, but I managed to narrow it down. “Do you need anything, sir?” "No," he shot back condescendingly, his powerful voice cold and emotionless as he waved me off.

The surgical theater had been cleaned, scrubbed down with precision, but an invisible weight still lingered in the sterile air. Something heavy, ancient and sacred. Dr. Harlow sat slouched on a stool in the corner, his mask pulled down to his neck, and his hands trembling ever so slightly. Not from fatigue but from disbelief and from awe.

Tje man entered an office and the receptionist asked him to go to that door and knock 10 minutes after the man had entered. He got up adjusted his shirt and picked up his file from the chair and headed to the door knocking it. He heard a slight come in as he opened the door entering. As he locked the door and turned to face the CEO, he felt the air around him had been sucked out as he was met with the prettiest grey eyes he had ever seen studying him. He feels something off in the way Drake stares at him but says nothing as he stands in front of the door not saying anything.

One knock, and everything would change. The door opened before she could raise her hand. He was sitting behind a massive mahogany desk that seemed to command the entire room. Lucian Blackwood. Tall, impeccably dressed, and radiating authority so strong it seemed to make the air itself sharper. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, and his gray eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her stomach knot. They were not merely eyes. They were instruments, cutting through pretense, measuring every ounce of her worth.

My hair, which I had always let grow long and disheveled. Because Rafael liked women who looked fragile. Was now cut to the shoulder in a sharp asymmetrical style. An ivory white women's suit wrapped my body perfectly. Dark red lipstick adorned my lips. No more foolish girl weeping and begging for love on the cold marble floor. The one standing here was Doctor S. A genius neurosurgeon and genetic surgeon whose name was fought over by top hospitals and world leaders. "You look terrifying when you're lost in thought." A warm, calm baritone voice broke the silence of the room.