Woman Is Cured Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, at this moment, the transsexual woman’s stomach started shrinking at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. “Ahh, it’s getting smaller. It’s really getting smaller.” “The Witch Doctor Sect sure is capable. She is actually cured.” Everyone cried out in astonishment. Even the transsexual woman jumped up and touched her stomach. “I’ve recovered. I’ve really recovered. Oh dear, it’s truly a miracle! Thank you, miracle doctor. Darven, you’ve made me so miserable. I’m going to kick you until you die!” After getting better, the first thing she did was to settle the score with Darven Mikail.

Now she stood in front of him, helpless and trembling, giving him a second chance to be the man who did not let her go. He looked at me again, and there was disappointment in his eyes. “Scarlett, give me the cure.” “No.” His face darkened. “No?” “No,” I repeated. “Not because I’m jealous. Not because she’s your ex. Because I made this medicine, and I know what it is. It is not for her.” Victoria flinched as if I had struck her. Sarah sighed from the side. “Scarlett,” Sarah said, “Victoria is suffering. You are a healer before you are a mate. A cure can be made again. A life cannot.”

But when they all beheld Gumba writhing in pain, all their bliss suddenly turned into sorrow, for one's pain was the pain of all. "I will handle him. His leprous leg is the work of dark magic, and there's a cure," reassured the old woman when she saw the gloom that had hit them all of a sudden. "The witch is here. You all heard the hissing sound. But we won't allow her to take away any life. And I'm counting on you to help me do this, to heal him. Tomorrow." "What shall we do?" asked Otieno. "Go sleep. I will tell you in the morning. Walls have ears," answered the woman.

After the Foster family scandal was exposed, Marie was bedridden for more than half a year. I had taken the initiative to share a bedroom with her. I would get up to check if she was feeling sick if there was any noise at night. I massaged her legs for three hours every day, applying a warm compress to her stomach for half an hour, and only after all that did she slowly recover. I treated her like my own mother. And yet, what did she see me as? Seeing the look on my face grow darker and darker, Marie hesitated for a long time. Even so, she still wouldn't give up.

They were with me and I will do anything to secure them fully. After they walked out, I remained seated in the conference room for a moment. Kayla messaged me again this morning reminding me to sign the nonsense she drafted. I stood up and went back to my office. As I sat down, something else came to mind. The masked woman was really wounded that day and no matter how much she tried to heal herself it will be impossible so it is either she is in pain or she has gotten the antidote and the antidote cannot be seen anywhere.

she began. My stomach dropped. She continued. "I heard from one of the guards in the mansion that she tried to outsmart the woman. She ended up being captured and tortured. She was also poisoned and burnt. Thankfully, Big Boss managed to save her, but—” “Wait,” I interrupted, my voice rising. “Burned? Poisoned? What are you saying?” “She survived,” the woman said quickly. “But she’s paralyzed now. The doctors don’t think she’ll ever walk—or even talk—again."

The morning after Jaxon reappeared in her life, Irene sat in her office with her fingers pressed hard into her temples, as if the right amount of pressure could keep her past from spilling out. Her reflection glared back from the sleek black screen of her laptop—flawless makeup, ironed blouse, lips that didn’t tremble even when the rest of her did. That was the image she gave the world: Irene Nowell. Polished. Untouchable. The kind of woman who didn’t have ghosts clawing at her every night.

“You saved my life, my love. You saved everyone by unlocking what power an Andreyev woman holds.” I stared at Titus, gaping as I felt Jia agree with everything he said. As if that was everything everyone needed to hear, sighs of relief and cheers of victory echoed all around the place. ”I have all the immunity shots in my office. Get it. It can also serve as a cure. Give the cure to everyone.” Nathan, Sebastian and Lana nodded. I moved closer and hugged my mate. Tears escaped my eyes again, but this time, they were all with happiness.

asked the woman without a smile. "You have the wrong address. Here is a special nursing room for women who have just given birth, so there cannot be any other patients. Especially male patients," Emma replied. "But, from the information I heard, Abyan is being treated here. Are you trying to say that my informant is incapable of working," he said curtly.

"You just have to ask." "Who are you?" Fox barely managed to utter before coughing violently. He looked at his palm, stained with blood. "Just ask," the fair-skinned woman insisted. "I'll cure your illness, give you life, long life, Fox." She said, taking his blood-stained hand in hers. His hand was weak, his olive skin dry and rigid, but at her touch, it transformed. Fox looked in amazement; it was so different from his other hand. He dared to close his hand, and his fingers no longer hurt.