Cure Macherie Novels & Stories

Everyone had guns strapped to their backs and clothes and a bag hung to our back. Well, we are not soldiers by profession but we are turned one by some strange and threatening events which threatens the well being of humanity. A virus broke out not quite long, a very rare and dangerous virus that doesn't kill immediately but turned one to a giant creature with green spots on the body and long fang and claws, a beast, more like a beast of destruction. Only the lucky ones get turned into a beast while the others died instantly, or some died 3hours after being bitten. Some were turned into ugly looking zombies and were always seeing wandering about looking for preys. The whole city was almost e

Pain was temporary. Standing in the private gym of the clinic I trusted with my recovery, I pushed myself harder than ever. The treadmills, weight racks, and resistance machines surrounded me in a cold, clinical setting. It wasn’t a place of comfort—it was a battlefield. And I wasn’t leaving until I won.

I'm sure it left an imprint. “How dare you stare into the eyes of your future Luna while you speak? You uncouth bitch!” I finally realized who it was. The lady who thinks she can soften the Alpha's heart. Well news flash, you're about to have a competitor who isn't scared of death. I rubbed my sore cheek and kept my eyes glued to the ground . “I..I'm sorry Luna.”I choked out. “Ohh, you must be the whore Kieran purchased. Let me tell you something swine, your days here are numbered!”

Harrington caused a slight ripple across the table, though no one commented yet. “As many of you are aware, over the past several months, my team and I have worked on developing a next-generation chemotherapy machine. Today, I am proud to officially introduce Celestia.” A large screen behind her flickered to life, displaying the sleek, state-of-the-art medical device. Celestia wasn’t just another chemotherapy machine, it was a breakthrough. Unlike traditional machines, which often led to severe systemic side effects, Celestia utilized an advanced targeted drug delivery system, minimizing damage to healthy cells while enhancing the precision of cancer treatment.

"School students, who practice work? Since when does HSP accept students who practice work?" The wrinkles on Abyan's forehead were so deep. Maxim knew what he meant because Maxim also didn't expect Marvelo's kitchen to accept strangers. Marvelo is a stiff and fierce chef when strangers enter his domain, but why Marvelo himself, who brought Ajeng in, is a plus that makes Maxim agree. Maxim begins to explain his decision and also the reason Marvelo told him. "How old is he?" "I don't know. The one in the cover letter is Ajeng Class 3 vocational school, and he must follow the work practices as an obligation that must be done as a student of vocational school majoring in cuisine," said Maxim.

"Miru! Can I have my phone?" Raghuveer demanded as soon as he settled in his bedroom. "Nope!" Miral responded as she was fixing the quilt on the bed. "But why?" Raghuveer questioned. "Because the doctor said no electronics till you recover completely. You need to heal perfectly before you start using these," Miral responded. "But I will be cut off from the latest news about what's happening. I will be missing so much," he argued.

while wiping the tears from his face, it was so soft and delicate that I almost lost in it, but I couldn’t because of the sharp pain in my rip cage. Probably due to his pain. “But I will have to tell Charles what do first,” said and he nodded his head. I mind linked Charles, “where are you?” “At the city’s down town, the flood is much severe there, I created a tunnel for the water.” He replied. I will be heading to the dungeon to take care of something. I spoke. “Okay,” I will let you know when, your attention is needed, he disconnected the link, normally he let me disconnect it first out of respect but it seems the work is taking a toll on him.

Whenever Zoe was in trouble, he would drop everything to be by her side. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up the divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago and sent it to him. After hiking what felt like miles down the rain-slicked path, I flagged down a ride-share and finally made it home. As I reached the front door, my phone buzzed with a notification from our friends' group chat. Someone had shared a screenshot of Zoe's post. [Zoe's caption is brutal! What kind of disease does Isiah have that needs her touch?] [What else? His erectile dysfunction around Floria.]