The Cabinet Of Dr Leng Novels & Stories

Sabi ko sa sarili ko. "I'm sorry. I haven't noticed it yet. But hopefully, I will." Ngiti ko sa kanya. Dumiretso kami sa pantry ng office ni Gabriel Anderson. Nakakatuwa dahil sobrang linis nito. Hindi lang ito basta pantry, parang naging lounge na din ito. May three sofa pieces na mukhang mamahalin. May mini bar na puno ng alak at iba't ibang klase ng baso. May two-door refrigirator. At may kitchen counter na marble-top. Nagpapatunay na isang over-the-edge office ang office na ito.

She yelled at the cabinet. " Stupid, useless, good for nothing bitch of a cabinet " She cursed and climbed up the kitchen counter. The cold man almost busted into laughter watching the short woman looking like an adorable angry Pikachu. But his eyes widened when Lena's leg slipped off. She was about to crash to the floor but he was fast enough to catch her. The short woman opened her eyes and heaved in relief. She was placed back on her feet. " Thank you, Sir " " Try and be..." Denzel made to speak but his eyes landed on something that made them twitch and made his brows crease in anger.

My body moved on its own as I crouched and placed my right hand on the floor. It formed patterns on the floor as my hand touched it. The intricate patterns beam with blue lights, and an ancient-looking cabinet emerged from the ground. It has small drawers providing seclusion. It seems like the ministers of a sovereign previously owned it. I gripped my hand on the handle and opened the first drawer. It was filled with various little weapons. There was a pocket-sized semi-automatic pistol or small revolver. There were also nine historical knives. I think they were ancient Egyptian weapons that I didn’t have enough knowledge about. Maybe Wagner can recognize them.

The air inside feels strange. The place looks empty. Isang long sofa, single couch, at coffe table lang ang naririto. Tapos sa tapat ng coffee table ay ang kitchen na may isang malaking glass cabinet na puno ng maliit na glass jars sa left side. The cabin doesn’t have any room or something, walang mamahalin na vase or di kaya paintings na palaging present sa lahat ng bahay ng mga nobles. And the weirdest thing is that lahat ng side ng cabin ay may nakalagay na tag-iisang glass pane window.

Pilit kong inaaninag ang mga bagay sa loob, hindi ko pwedeng buksan ang ilaw. Cabinet. May dalawang cabinet, pinuntahan ko yung naka-pwesto sa bandang kaliwa. May apat itong layer, marahan kong binuksan ang itaas na cabinet. Mga papel, iisa-isahin ko pa ito.

Someone had moved it before. She smiled faintly. “This cabinet isn't here to store files." Marcus's eyes widened. He walked over and together, they pulled. The cabinet rolled aside surprisingly easily. Behind it, a steel door. Hidden inside the wall. Marcus stared in disbelief. “I've never seen this." Elena looked at him. “It wasn't built for you." She wiped years of dust from a small brass plaque. Three engraved words. **For Carter Only.** Marcus swallowed hard. “He built another room..."

Instead, I stood behind the high-backed chair, fingers resting lightly on its frame, and scanned the room. Lena and her father were already seated. She wore a crimson dress that clung to her curves like it had been stitched directly onto her skin. Her long hair was curled and pinned with silver thorns, her lips too red for a daytime council. Beside her sat her father, Alpha Greystone of the Southern Ridge—just as pompous and sharp-eyed as ever. At his feet, in a sealed iron box, rested something ominous. Two of my council elders, Faren and Iya, both inclined their heads toward the box with something close to admiration. It stank of blood and death, even unopened.

Tahimik. Mabilis kong tiningnan ang paligid. Lahat ng maaring gawing vault ay tiningnan ko. Where the hell is it?! "I think it's in here," napatingin ako kay Mr. Clinton na nakaharap sa isang kabinet na nakadikit yata sa pader. Tiningnan ko iyon at binuksan. Walang laman. Nangunot ang noo ko. Ini-slide ni Mr. Clinton ang nakabukas na pinto ng kabinet at lumantad ang screen na humihingi ng passcode.

It was Leng, my assistant. “Dr. Jin, Dr. Jin! Where are you going? You have a meeting.” I hesitated. “Leng, I don’t remember anything about having a meeting today. I’m supposed to be writing my new research papers.” “You do. I just received a call from the Provost Office.” My assistant, who was nine months on the job, asserted. Her bookish mannerisms and her ovalish glasses made her seroousness endearing. Having just graduated from the faculty of Social Sciences, Leng has proven to be enthusiastic and organized in her duties. The sort of help a disorganized man, like me, needs.

PRESENT SCENE INT. KINGDOM ARODONA - CASTLE - EVENING The castle's physician arrived promptly, his presence a blend of professionalism and efficiency. Draped in a white coat and carrying an air of authority, he carried a leather bag containing an assortment of medical instruments. His eyes, sharp and calculating, assessed Cynthia's condition as he entered the chamber. Cynthia, still brimming with defiance from her encounter with Erick, regarded the physician with a mix of apprehension and determination. She sat perched on the edge of the ornate bed, her posture rigid and her gaze fixed on the man who held the power to dictate her next moves.