Novel & Cerita The Harem Of A Rustic Veterinarian

Dimitry remarked. Hazel's retort sliced through the air, dripping with sarcasm, “Did you hear, little boy? He said I saved your life. At least, I can save an animal's life. As a doctor, all I am doing is sitting at home, eating, and wasting my skills.” Dimitry, attempting a practical solution, suggested, “Why don’t you join the hospital?” With a bitter smile, she responded, “Your monster didn’t allow me to cross the border of this mansion, and you want me to go to the hospital? The great beast Romano will never agree,” she declared.

Doctor Campbell ushered the Lavigne sisters towards the last incubator on the left aisle where Hera was still sleeping inside. "Ohh, my god. She is so cute. Is she a beagle?" Zamantha asked with pure astonishment in her eyes. "Yes, darling. I see you know dog breeds, huh." Doctor Campbell replied. "I own a dog, a golden retriever. So, I know a thing or two about dog breeds." Zamantha proudly exclaimed. "I see." A nurse handed Doctor Campbell a medium-sized cage. "You can put Hera here, after you greet and examine her yourself, Mrs. Chevalier."

"I want her here." What Duke Fleming did not tell Callum was that his heartbeat increased when he heard of the eccentric female doctor. His mind rushed back to that prodigy of country L. Arla-Rosa Hernandez. Before graduating, she had healed four veterans of country L and eight foreign officials. He had gone to country L to win her over and he did.

“Okay. Great talk.” The rabbit gave a weak twitch. “Fine. Let’s go,” I sighed. “At least you appreciate the effort.” I headed toward the west side of the ranch, toward the squat little building with peeling white paint and a sun-faded wooden sign that read: ROURKE — ANIMAL CARE & ODD JOBS The old man inside was bent over a desk, glasses perched low, gray beard reaching almost to his chest. He looked up when I entered. “You again?” he grumbled. “What trouble you bring this time, boy?”

My hands trembled on the wheel, and I cursed the traffic that slowed me down. "Five minutes to go," I said aloud as I revved the engine and took a sharp corner that turned off onto a gravel road. The Farm was tucked away in the countryside, far from prying eyes. It was a full-service medical facility, equipped with all the latest technology and staffed with a team of highly trained specialists – their only caveat being that they exclusively treated patients without official records. Mostly mafia members who had sustained gunshot wounds that needed tending without alerting the authorities.

Dazzled by his charming grin and the captivating sparkle in his deep blue eyes, Marissa managed a breathless response, "Sure." Marissa strode through the bustling ranch, her steps determined as she headed to the sickbay. Stepping into the animal care facility, she observed the well-equipped space. It was tidy and orderly, with different medical supplies neatly displayed on shelves along the walls. The air carried the scent of antiseptic, blending with the earthy aroma of hay and occasional whiff of animal musk. In the center of the room, she spotted William, the ranch's veterinarian, focused on treating a dog. He wore a face mask, his attention fully devoted to his patient. Marissa walked to

Just ordinary days that sometimes felt like fragile, stolen miracles after everything they had survived. Cedric ran a modest veterinary clinic on the edge of town, a converted barn with whitewashed walls and a hand-painted sign out front. He spent his days treating farm dogs with torn paws from barbed wire, cats with abscesses from fights, and the occasional injured deer brought in by concerned locals. His hands, once raw from desperate nights in cold alleys, now held stethoscopes and syringes with steady purpose. He came home every evening smelling of antiseptic and wet fur, and it felt honest in a way nothing in his old life ever had.

I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life. “Wyatt, I have chosen you to be part of my harem.” “I heard that part. I don't know what that means, but I did hear that part.” “It means a lot of things. It means I am asking you to be part of my family, my love, my life, for as long as you live. You will never need anything, never want for anything. You want a blonde? A brunette? Both? You got it. Just like this library. And more. You will never yearn for dig sites. You will never beg yourself to go back to study. It will all be right here, for you. It means that I will love you as my own, my darling sweet archaeologist.”

"I am sorry Sir, actually that hen just ran off, and I had to check it, so I followed and finally she stopped on the road, and I didn't hear your horn, oh no..how stupid I ca-" She stopped when she heard the sound of rich laughter and looked up to see the man looking at her with a glint of amusement. "I said it's alright child... don't be embarrassed about it..I don't judge. I promise..." "Eh okay if you say so..Sir" She said timidly and continued staring at the trees going past them. "By the way what were you doing there..do you happen to live on the farm?" "Oh no, sir...I am a veterinarian and I was called to check on the hen as it was not laying eggs"

He rolled his eyes. I smirked at the way his speech was developing. He was beginning to sound like me instead of an ancient Vampire. He experimented with the animals and found that none of them did well. The animals acted like zombies. It was not a pretty sight seeing cows grazing only when Alexis was around but otherwise stared at you like stuffed animals when he was gone.