Cure Mofurun の小説・ストーリー

"You could never have. I'd cut off the connection, and what you saw on the surveillance cam was an act. The report was also a fake. The STD wasn't transferred, but I ingested coffee tainted with your blood by accident. I was forced to take PEP for two weeks to prevent transmission." I turned my eyes to the dumbstruck Donald. "Besides, you've already found a new host to… leech from." Then, I strode off before they could say anything. The weight that'd been haunting me was finally gone. I booked a flight for Astermis. It was scheduled for tonight, and I had some packing up to do. … While I was sampling local food in Astermis, Donald bombarded my phone with message after message. 'Cynthia, you

Damn it, stop with the charm, Doc! I turned away from him, trying to hide my embarrassment, and sneezed. Of course, I knew this would happen. “Why did you use cold water?!” I scolded, sneezing again right after. “To cure the burnt area. Are you really a nurse, Miss Hira?” he asked with a teasing tone. I didn’t respond immediately because I sneezed once more, struggling to maintain my composure. “Geez,” I muttered, glancing at him with annoyance.

“This is not good. This is really not good.” “M’liege?” Louis said with confusion. Dragomir stood up and started pacing the room. “Who is this old woman?” he demanded. “She has a potion that will turn the werewolf human again,” he replied. “Really?” Dragomir said with piqued interest. “I have never heard of such a thing. Are you certain of this?” “Yes, M’liege,” he said firmly. Dragomir flipped the lid of Nandru’s cigar box open and ran his fingers over the outrageously expensive Cuban cigars that formed a neat row.

Maybe in his late twenties? But who the hell wears sunglasses in rain? "Welcome to China, Doctor Lancer." He said. "I am Hui Lou Wong, director of Nurture Corps." I fought the urge to giggle like a little child and took his hand. I took my mask off since it was a little rude but he stopped me. "It's okay." He said. "Thank you, Mr. Wong." I smiled at him. He led me to his car before we took off. "Our company has been messaging excellent doctors and scientists from around the globe to help us find the cure for this disease." He said.

“It's working then. You should feel that way the rest of the day but he back to normal by tomorrow morning. No more pain for you. Good as new.” “Thank you, Mufasa.” Alpha Knight was sincerely thankful and it showed in his tone. Mufasa just nodded, his smile etched on his face. “Well then, if you have nothing else to do here you can get go—” “There's something else, Mufasa,” Wayne interjected. Mufasa raised one brow. “What is it?” “Lutz says there's a potential cure for the poison. A total cure.” Mufasa's eyes narrowed but there was no mistaking the glint of hope in them. He turned his gaze to Lutz.

I would rather have her to myself, but I'm not cold enough to deny her the mate of her second chance in life, the father to her pups. I grab a spare office, working with the healer in order to find out if this cure in question will actually work. I have a dirty, bloody bandage left over from Ryan and we add a drop or two to the bloody spots, waiting to see if anything happens under the microscope that will show the cure trying to fight the infection. The healer jolts back from the microscope, shaking his head rapidly. "That's not good." "What's wrong? What did it do?" "The cure isn't some antibiotic, it's some kind of molding aspect to the blood. It's changing to molecules completely, not ju

Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse. Ana and Fernand exchanged glances but remained unmoved. A faint smirk played on Ana’s lips. “Save your breath, old woman. There’s no such thing as curses.” Carla’s eyes fluttered shut. Her body gave one final shudder, then fell still. The grand room descended into heavy silence, broken only by the distant hooting of an owl outside. Back in the present, rain still pattered softly against the roof of their modest home in Marinduque. Ana’s face was wet with tears as she finished recounting the terrible story. The weight of twenty years of buried guilt had finally lifted, yet it left behind a hollow ache.

Chiemi cried with the girls comforting her. Cai Kang just watched until Kurai was gone then sat down to comfort her along with the others. * Not long after the event of Maiko becoming a yeouiju happened, Kurai was at his bunker preparing a giant bath full of ice cold water. He got the small box which had the pearl and put it in his hand. At that moment, he felt the cracks on his skin bleeding red. He then jumped in the ice cold water. It felt so hot. It was almost unbearable. After what seemed like hours, he walked out of the pool where he noticed all of his scars and callouses from self-harm over the years to be gone. Kurai didn’t realize it but he looks handsome without his scars. The scar