The Christ Cure Novels & Stories

The thought is, that if we make enough things around him turn, he'll come to us. Which is why I'm now sitting on a sound stage next to my husband, our hands joined. "So, Mr. and Mrs. Steele, Atlas, and Cordelia if I may," the interviewer, a tall slender man with a bright smile and shining hair grins to the cameras while also managing to look sincere. "Tell us more about this miracle cure. How is it that two fashion designers find themselves manufacturing a potential cure for a deadly virus." Altas leans in as if telling a secret as he speaks to both the interviewer and our audience, "It all started with my father, Jaxon Steele, and what our family doctors have for generations called The Stee

Whenever Zoe was in trouble, he would drop everything to be by her side. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up the divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago and sent it to him. After hiking what felt like miles down the rain-slicked path, I flagged down a ride-share and finally made it home. As I reached the front door, my phone buzzed with a notification from our friends' group chat. Someone had shared a screenshot of Zoe's post. [Zoe's caption is brutal! What kind of disease does Isiah have that needs her touch?] [What else? His erectile dysfunction around Floria.]

Tom was right! It was apparent that Chase did not have medical skills. If he allowed his father to be treated by Chase and anything happened to him, it would be a catastrophe. That was when Quinn suddenly said, “I know a way to prove who's the real Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate.” “What is it?” Everyone quickly looked at her. Quinn said slowly, “I heard that South River City’s Sam Collins was diagnosed with late-stage liver cirrhosis five years ago and was cured by the Medical Saint of Hell’s Gate.

The girl was completely lost at this point. At that time, a luxury car passed by. Inside the car was the figure of a handsome man who smiled happily. He is a Christian who is so happy that he has been declared cured of his illness and can go home from the hospital after several months of treatment. Christian accidentally saw Natasha walking on the side of the road, crying. Christian's eyes suddenly burst into tears when he saw Natasha.

Christian turned to her, “That’s right. I’m sick.” “Ah… What do we do?” Christian’s eyes moved as he gestured to her, “Come over.” Elizabeth quickly ran to him. Christian saw her silly and innocent appearance and could not bear to poke fun of her for a moment. But his body was intolerably hot as if all his focus was gathered in that one particular area, making him uncomfortably stuffy. “I’m sick. I’m sick with something that only you can cure.” “What?” Elizabeth went over and Christian immediately held her hand.

"Sebastian cured Mr. Wagner's wife's infertility? He carried out exorcism therapy…" Theresa was flabbergasted when she heard the news. If it had just been his prowess in medicine, that would be understandable. However, he had cured her with exorcism therapy!

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

Did he just call me that? My hand went to my stomach where his child was growing, I refused to believe what he said! I refused to believe what my eyes were seeing. I touched my stomach again, where our child was growing, and he was calling me barren while fucking my sister ten feet from our bedroom. Our marital bed. "When are you getting rid of her?" Serina asked. "Soon. Council meeting tomorrow, I’ll say failure to produce an heir, they'll approve the rejection. Less she do have a child to produce and you know she can't produce one"

She tried to act cute as she reached for his sleeve, but he shoved her away hard. Even the dean exploded in anger. "You've got some nerve! How dare you touch Ms. Hemingway's research materials? Those were the key findings for treating Mr. Fenton's rare disease, and now you've destroyed them!" "My Professor has a rare disease?" Cheryl froze for a second, then suddenly pointed at me and burst out laughing. "Joanna told you that, didn't she? You've all been tricked by her! My Professor's been perfectly healthy this whole time. How could he possibly be sick?"

By the third night, when exhaustion had hollowed Cedric’s eyes and left him sleepless, his assistant dared approach. “Your Grace,” the aide said quietly, “there’s… one more option.” Cedric turned sharply. “Speak.” “A miracle doctor. Based in Country N. She only treats patients given up on by others. Calls herself Doctor Rosa. We heard whispers of her healing the crown prince of Country X. Stage-four lymphoma. Three days after she stepped in, he was in remission.”