The Doctor Blake Mysteries Review Novels & Stories

"These are lies. Fabrications created by a desperate woman trying to avoid punishment for her own crimes. Dr. Marquette was dismissed from Council service years ago for ethical violations. She has every reason to lie about me to save herself." "Then explain this," I said, stepping forward and holding up the flash drive. "Audio recordings of you ordering the death of Claire Calloway. Bank records showing payments to the surgeon who botched her operation. Testimony from that surgeon confirming you threatened his family unless he ensured she died on the operating table." Blackthorn's composure cracked slightly. "Where did you get that?" "From someone who wanted justice for her sister." I plugge

I said, squinting my eyes as I thought of why he was here. Was something wrong with Blake? As soon as I thought of that, I quickly looked at Blake, and she gave me a small smile. “Hey, honey.” She greeted. “Baby, are you okay?” I asked and she nodded her head, waving the question off. They all sat down before I had the chance to ask them to, the doctor suddenly looking nervous. “Okay, so what is going on? What is this about?” I asked, looking at Julia pointedly, then back at the doctor and at Blake.

Now I know why. Blake is not what I expected of a healer. He is nothing like the fusty old men who worked for the High Priest and did little to ease my mother’s suffering. I watch as he unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves, then rolls them up—revealing corded forearms, and a nasty scar just beneath his elbow. “What’s wrong with him?” I ask, thinking back to that horrible book of experiments I found in my chambers. “I thought wolves healed quickly.” Candles flicker in the infirmary, and the light dances across Blake’s chiseled features. “Come on, you know the answer to that, little rabbit.”

Inside were completed but not yet scheduled TV shows, all adapted from web novels on StartReading Literary's website. Blake felt guilty. Since her transfer, she had been spending her time in Liam's office binge-watching shows and snacking. Even the water she drank was poured by Liam himself. She quickly shook her head. "There's a dedicated review department for these matters. I should focus on more serious tasks." Then, there was a knock on the office door. Liam said, "Come in." Blake looked at the person entering and was surprised to see Janice. Janice responded, "Hi, Mr. Xander. Blake, Ms. Samford is looking for you."

I grabbed Christopher's arm discreetly, gripping tightly into his flesh. Anyone who looked closely would notice his fingers twitching slightly from the intense pain. However, it seemed he had anticipated this and used an anesthetic to avoid giving himself away. Fine—if he couldn't move, that worked to my advantage. I wailed at the top of my lungs, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. "What?!" I shrieked. "My husband just passed away, and you expect me to smile? This hospital is inhumane! Christopher was one of your doctors, but I don't see even a trace of grief on your face! Did you want him to die?"

“So we’re not dealing with one man.” “No,” I said quietly. “We never were.” The Realization Silence settled again. But this time— It wasn’t confusion. It was understanding. The kind that makes everything heavier. More dangerous. “Your father,” Blake said slowly. “He’s part of this.” “Yes.” “And this doctor…” “Is just a piece.” Cesare crossed his arms. “Then the real question is—who’s behind all of it?” I held his gaze. “We’ll find out.” Blake scoffed slightly. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?”

Hanging up the phone, they arrived at the hospital and was led to the examination room. A short while later, a male doctor arrived and examined Blake. Determining that only superficial wounds were present, he had an x-ray done to be on the safe side. When the doctor returned with the results, he dismissed Blake. When he left the hospital, he met Mrs. Wilson talking to Mr. Sawyer and officer Jill. “I assure you, Joan, I will prosecute them thoroughly and have the DA’s office look into their previous actions. Who knows how many innocent men and women fell prey to their investigations.”

“Find the file. EB-17. It’s the cure. It’s the truth.” Then, softer — a whisper that barely reached her ears: “Don’t trust anyone in uniform.” “What?” she called out. “What do you mean?” But he was gone, swallowed by the light. And in the distance, another voice answered — deeper, colder, the one that had haunted her for weeks. Ethan Mercer. “You’re awake, Doctor Blake. Good. It means the system works.” Her eyes snapped open again. The silver glow dimmed, replaced by dull human color, but the tremor in her hands remained. Her chest rose and fell too fast.

the doctor calmly replied, his voice steady and matter-of-fact, as if he had no idea the kind of storm he had just unleashed inside her. The moment she heard it, Celeste’s entire body went rigid, her breath caught in her throat. It was as if time had momentarily stopped, trapping her in the deafening silence that followed. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t react. All she could do was stare at the doctor, the name echoing over and over in her mind like a cruel twist of fate.

“Come over to the house immediately. If you can't, send a nurse over. It's an emergency.” I hear the doctor's voice crackle through the phone. "Oh... okay... Mr. Luca. Is everythi—” Blake ends the call before the doctor can finish speaking and starts the engine. I sit frozen, my head throbbing as I stare at him in utter confusion. Why’s he acting like a nice dude? He turns his dark, piercing gaze on me, catching my stare. My breath hitches, and I quickly look away, fixing my eyes on the window.