Vanessa Kirby Plastic Surgery Novels & Stories

The salary wasn't much, but she was valued and respected. For a few months, the two took advantage of their free time to visit places. One of the things that Saphira was fascinated by was a visit to the place where Sophia worked. It was very rare to happen, as it was extremely prohibited and even secret, but Sophia had gotten her a VIP pass. When Saphira decided to have her first operation, she had been taking estrogen for almost a year, thank God, with no side effects. The doctor who performed her vaginoplasty was not the one she had seen, but he was a very good doctor.

KAYE'S POV They carried Vanessa into the medical wing like she might shatter if anyone moved too fast. I stayed close, my hands hovering uselessly as the backup doctor and two healers worked around her with urgent precision. Her body was thin to the point of fragility, bones sharp beneath skin that looked stretched and bruised. Scars covered her arms, her neck, her collarbone. They were not random. They were clean. Measured. Surgical. My stomach twisted.

When she’d agreed to let the twins help her get ready for Sebastian’s party, she never thought it would involve this kind of torture. Vanessa, who’d moved quickly to avoid losing an eye to said tweezers, threw up her hands. “Stop being such a baby,” she chided, shooting Taliana a glare as she snatched them up again. “Plucking your eyebrows doesn’t hurt.” “It does when she’s doing it,” Taliana whined, rubbing one of her throbbing brows. “Oh, just hold still.”

Violet said bowing slightly as she hurriedly cleaned her eyes " Good evening young lady " Doctor Smith " Hope you are prepared for tomorrow Vanessa ?" Doctor Smith asked gently as he brought the mask gently out from its case " I don't know Sir , I'm help..less " Violet said almost in a whisper as she broke down in tears " Easy child you will be fine , A plastic surgery should been done instead but it's so sudden , let's help you with this " doctor Smith as he set to work while Violet cried within her , how she hate her miserable life .

"Aunt Sabrina, I have a solution, but I don't know if it would work. I don't have the confidence either." "What solution? Hurry up and tell me!" Sabrina immediately asked. Minerva became a little shy and she said with a smile and a reddened face, "Aunt Sabrina, do you believe…in my surgical skill?" Sabrina's eyes immediately lit up. "Are you saying that you…want to perform plastic surgery on Yvonne's face to return her face to how she originally looked?"

He took a step closer, his glare cutting through her. In the past life, Vanessa had profited handsomely by selling project papers to shady buyers, funding her endless cosmetic enhancements. But this time? Every cent she swallowed would be regurgitated tenfold. And prison awaited her.

The kind of work people usually associate with BBLs, breast augmentation, body contouring, and other procedures meant to change or refine the human form. Mom also runs other departments in her hospital, but that surgical division is what she is best known for. She’s a highly respected plastic surgeon, and in over thirty-five years of her career, she hasn’t had a single failed surgery. Never. So if anyone could figure out what was wrong with me, it should have been her. That was why she brought me in that day—for another checkup. But the result was the same as always. “There’s nothing wrong. It’s just a high libido.”

“Look at me. Focus on the sound of my voice. I am not leaving you.” Another scream, one I didn't recognize as my own, tore out of me. It was the sound of something breaking, the sound of a woman being dismantled and rebuilt in the span of a single breath. Minutes later, the room was filled with the sharp, clinical presence of Dr. Vane. She was followed closely by Kira, who carried a tray of instruments and fresh linen, her eyes wide but her hands steady.

Her eyebrows twitched at his athletic build and heart-melting facial features. “He’s not a total troll, but he’s obviously broke.” She said with patronizing pity. “But I guess you have to accept whatever trash comes your way. You had your chance with a real catch, but you blew it.” My nostrils flared. But before I could retort, Ryan’s huge hand covered mine. “It’s hard for me to focus on a word you’re saying when you look like that,” he said, peering intently at Vanessa’s face like a bug through a microscope. “Did you just get hyaluronic acid injections? They appear to have diffused unevenly.”

“Mrs. Westvale, it’s not about money. This scar is an old one. Scars like this are almost impossible to remove. It has damaged the underlying muscle and can’t be repaired. If you cut it out, this cheek would be ruined!” Amelia spoke confidently, but she was basically making things up. She knew if it were that easy to fix cosmetically, Esther would’ve had it done long ago and wouldn’t have the scar shaped like a rose. That’s why she dared to say boldly, “My surgical skills are excellent, but my plastic surgery skills are lacking. However, there is one doctor who can definitely handle it!” “Who?” “The all-specialty miracle doctor, the internationally top-tier medical expert, Estelle Moon!”