Voodoo Doctor Novels & Stories

He raised his pinched fingers. This arrogant bastard. “You’re awake just in time for the show, by the way.” He followed her gaze to the doctor and faked a gasp, “Oh, where are my manners? This is Doctor Khaos – not his real name by the way,” he chuckled. “He’s been the brains behind creating the glorious poison against werewolves, haven’t you, Doc?” Doc jerked his brows up and smiled smugly.

I say with a smile as the doctor sits down on a round chair with wheels. He pushes himself off the table, rolling towards me as I sit on the bed watching him. As he has just started taking my vitals and listening to my breathing and my heartbeat as Alpha Noah comes in. Doctor Koppler rolls to a sideboard to take his appliances to take a sample of my blood while the Alpha just stands there, watching us with crossed arms. He wears a frown as he observes every one of Doctor Koppler starts filling small vials with my blood. I try to keep calm, ignoring his intense gaze, fighting the urge to squirm in my seat.

But paradise on earth did not last, as the door rang, breaking everything we had. "Damn!" The doctor spits into the air, while it is clear that he is very upset that they have taken him away from me like that. So he hands me a robe and makes me put it on. I guess I can be grateful that sick gowns exist, which are so easy to put on and cover your entire body, or in this case, the scene of the crime.

The strike was so sudden and so hard that she lifted her head from the table and squealed in anger as much as pain, “Roth, what the fuck is up with you. At least prepare my body with a little foreplay first.” Not bothering to reply, or even hold her down anymore, he stood behind her, positioning his large, proudly erect cock on her vaginal opening. With a hard push, he slid himself to the hilt in her pussy releasing a rough groan. Her body offered no resistance, however, he was afterall the sex doctor. He knew how to tame a pussy, Her satisfied moans escaped into the room, echoing his guttural song as he expertly fucked her. After spending a good hour in his bedroom rocking Ivanka’s world, R

Sandra said with a smile while jasmine frowned again " And you made it look as if you were crushed by a truck and couldn't walk"Jasmine sigh "I'm sorry" sandra pouted cutely "You're so silly.. Now girl, get your ass off and lets get the hell out of here.. The scent here freaks me out" Jasmine said and sandra stood up immediately They held hands as they walk pass a ward but stopped when they saw the doctors trying to save a patient "There's no need stressing yourselves, he won't survive it.. You should only save those who have a better chance of surviving, , , , , this man doesn't" A voice said from the door and the doctors, including jasmine turn to look at the owner of the voice..

Some stranger screamed the obvious. Laughter erupted in the background. “He cannot stand!” someone shouted. “Stand up,” she repeated. “Wang, can you check his bones and pulse again. Then try…” A bunch of medical gibberish was said. I narrowed my eyes at the young Asian man doing exactly what she said. The Asian man touched some parts with needles and my eyes couldn't believe the fucking Voodoo. Immediately, the man on the ground struggled. The crowd yelled. Many of them stepped back, watching with wide eyes. The man shook, pushed, and then… he stood.

Christie’s POV I stood over my workbench, staring at a vial of clear liquid until my vision blurred. A tear hit the glass top of the table. I didn't wipe it away. "I’m the doctor," I whispered to the empty room. "I’m the one with the degree. I'm the one who's out here with a mission to save lives." But in my head, I still heard my mother’s voice. ‘You look like trash, Christie. You’re a disgrace to this family.’

I said calmly, “He is out of danger, Sir. Right now, he is unconscious. You can meet him after an hour.” “Okay, doctor,” he said. His words startled me. I wasn't expecting an enraged gangster to be as calm as the sea. It was great to know that he wouldn't be creating any ruckus or fighting in the Emergency Room. Vito’s POV For quite some time, I had my eyes glued on the laptop screen. I was looking into the live CCTV footage of the Emergency Department. What my eyes were peculiarly looking at, was the female doctor who had been tackling the tight situation.

"Adrian told me he was coming." "He asked me to come in his place," explained the psychiatrist, in a calm tone. Valeria didn't respond. She turned around, leaving the door open. The doctor entered. A man in his forties, with a clear gaze and a patience honed by years of experience. Dr. Guillermo Medina. What he saw left him speechless: the living room was decorated with lit candles, a tray of exotic fruits, an open bottle of champagne, two glasses. Instrumental music played in the background. Everything was set up for a romantic evening that clearly wasn't going to happen.

Definitely do it with a partner no pain but over time will get a lagging effect. Nadhea received this werewolf folk-specific ointment to flush her face. It crossed Nadhea's mind at this time that this young doctor often used to stare at them flat so the experience of devoting people's helpers was not small. Then Nadhea pulled the doctor's wrist and said, "doctor Veronica in what field? A general practitioner, a specialist or a doctor specialized in Werewolf cases?" The smile that was hidden behind a paper note on a wooden board showed Nadhea's health condition after a brief five-minute examination. "Of course your last guess was right. I'm one of them, baby. You two didn't register as prospe