Voodoo Doctor Novels & Stories

When Eva was working, a doctor came suddenly to see her. She quickly paused, stunned. Eva was frowning to see someone she knew recently, doctor Edgar Vandross. “Doctor Vandross, what are you doing here?” Eva asked with a frown on her forehead. The doctor sighed and glanced at Cheyne Ludacris, who pulled him half-forcefully from the hospital. “Mr. Ludacris said to me that you were hurt, Miss Alexander.” Doctor Vandross said it with a flat expression. Now Eva got more freckles through her nose with deeper frowns.

Chapter 3: MY MEDUSA DOCTOR’S SNAKE-HAIR IS FUCKING BOTH MY HOLES WHILE I SQUIRT AND SCREAM LIKE HER BRAINLESS GOOD GIRL I’m still a dripping, trembling wreck on the examination table when the male doctor walks in. Dr. Cassandra Vale doesn’t miss a beat. She turns with that ancient, regal authority and says calmly, “The patient has been thoroughly examined. Leave us.” He backs out quickly. The lock clicks.

"What we just saw is classified medical information about Miss Hart's condition. Anyone who speaks about this outside this room will be terminated immediately. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded, too shocked to argue. "Mary, with me. Now." Dr. Stevens grabbed my arm and pulled me from the emergency room into a private office. He closed the door and turned to face me. "What are you?" "I'm just an intern." "Don't lie to me. I've been a doctor for thirty years. I've seen a lot of things. But I've never seen anyone heal wounds with glowing hands through touch alone. That's not normal wolf healing. That's something else entirely."

As we walked back out of the hospital, I noticed a Doctor in a white coat stood by the vending machine, kicking it. "For fuck's sake," she grumbled before crouching down on her knees, rolling her sleeve up and delving it into the machine at a very awkward angle. "Leo look," I whispered nudging him, "Look at that Doctor." Her skin was dark and her hair grew in a thick afro. "It could be her," I said, "She fits the description at least." She grumbled and groaned as she pushed her arm further into the vending machine, reaching for a chocolate bar on the bottom shelf.

vihaan orders his man to tell them to make this guy lie down there. They all make him lie down in bed and vihaan tells his man to go out. After some time the doctor came inside and greeted vihaan with lots of respect. Vihaan with his strict and cold voice said cut his private part, hearing this doctor gets shocked he looks at vihaan with wide eyes and asks what are you saying? Are you sure you want this? Yes I want this only. But Mr Vihaan, that is not allowed. I am a doctor and I can't do this. Doctor you have to do this you don't have any other choice

The gunshot victim was bleeding on my table and I had sixty seconds to decide if I was the kind of doctor who let patients die just because someone was holding a gun to her head. Spoiler alert: I wasn't. "He's dying," the gunman said. The cold press of metal against my temple told me he wasn’t narrating the obvious. He was warning me. I clamped the femoral artery with hands that miraculously weren’t shaking. Six years out of med school, and apparently my hidden talent was performing vascular surgery while someone threatened to redecorate the walls of my clinic with my medulla oblongata.

Ghost muttered, rolling her eyes as she went to join the others. ********* Venom’s Room Stripping off his bloodied clothes, Venom sat down as the pack’s doctor entered, medical kit in hand. The doctor began checking his wounds even though Venom had insisted he was all better. "Whoever patched you up did a great job," the doctor remarked. "I'd expect more scarring with all the blood I heard you lost and the amount of time it took before you could shift." The door opened, and a young man walked in, a lollipop between his lips and a laptop in his hand. It was Hacker, a prospect of the MC.

The voodoo bugs grew a few centimeters longer after consuming the corpses. After that, they burrowed in the ground and disappeared. “What just happened?” Chase watched all of this with curiosity. “That’s another Holy Bug from the Voodoo Cult called the Devouring Voodoo. That bug is just like Quinn’s Golden Voodoo Silkworm. They’re both Divine Voodoo. However, Quinn’s Golden Voodoo Silkworm is more powerful. "I can’t believe that the cult leader lied to us and planted those voodoo bugs inside the cult members. No wonder my husband went missing. He must've died and gotten devoured,” Madam Snake explained with hatred.

I stared straight, promising death, “ENOUGH.” The screen split into halves and the poodle-haired, thick-rimmed bespectacled nerd doctor appeared in his usual bored look that women called ‘enigmatic’. And the monkey pussy-lover jumped with joy for the long-awaited ally. “Martin! Finally! Please use your Science to knock some man-sense into him before he ruins everything, huh?” “Science is not mine,” the doctor replied in dead calmness. “And how’s my patient doing?” “She’s not yours.” I glared.