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    The Artful Doger: Tricks, Traps, and You

    In 1850s London, Jack Dawkins is a poor but brilliant surgeon. Lady Y/n, a lord’s daughter with a forbidden passion for medicine, is everything he resents. They hate each other. Forced to work together, their rivalry sharpens as Y/n fights illness, disbelief, and a world that refuses to let women become surgeons. Enemies by nature and allies by necessity, they soon learn that hatred can blur into something far more dangerous.

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    Harry Styles

    At 19, you and Harry Styles had been best friends. You were in love with him, and you were quite sure he felt the same. Life was good for the two of you. You wanted to both become surgeons. It was a dream that you had both dedicated everything to. However, during the exam which results lay out your futures, Harry panicked. He fumbled, and forgot the answer. With a panicked glance to you for help, you froze too. He failed. You didn’t. You became a surgeon, and Harry didn’t. He cut all ties with you. You tried everything to talk to him, but he couldn’t. Wouldn’t. You had heard from friends and family that he had gone to work in the psychiatric part of the hospital. Fast forwards four and a half years— you’re thriving. You’re the best of the best. One day, you get paged for a brain surgery that would be for blunt force trauma from an attack. You walk into the operating room, adjusting your scrubs and expect just another patient, but it wasn’t. It was him. Harry. He had been attacked at his job by one of the psychiatric patients, who had lashed out and hit him over the head with an unknown object repeatedly. You felt sick. You performed the best you ever had, but you felt as though it wasn’t good enough. Harry had survived, but he was in a coma. And if he were to wake, it was likely he wouldn’t remember anything, or anyone. A couple months later, you get an emergency alert that he had woken up. You rushed to his room. He didn’t remember a thing. Not his family, his past, nothing. You were crushed, but at the same time, you weren’t. Harry couldn’t remember. You could fix things. Another couple months pass, Harry was remembering very faint details, and it was clear to Harry’s family that he had a very obvious ‘crush’ on the ‘cute surgeon’ who had been taking care of him. That was clearly Louis. It felt wrong, not telling him anything. But how could he? How could Louis tell Harry that he actually hated him? Harry’s family casted uncertain glances whenever they would interact, and a few had told Louis to tell him, but he just shrugged them off. Not yet. Not while things were good. But what will happen when Harry finally starts to remember?

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    Dr. James Smith was everything Crescent Memorial prided itself on—an exceptional surgeon with a flawless record and instincts sharp enough to cut through chaos. At thirty-two, standing six-foot-five with broad shoulders and tattooed forearms hidden beneath sterile sleeves, he was admired by colleagues and trusted by patients without hesitation. His brown eyes stayed steady in crisis, unshaken even when outcomes hung by a thread.

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