First-Person POV Web Novels & Doctor Twisted Stories

Maya Sanchez moved into L.A with a plan, finish her medical residency and help her parents out, but when four men ambush her house in the middle of the night, she is forced to treat Holden, the brother of the man who turns her life upside down. Cassian White is the leader of the B-T-13 mafia that operates in Los Angeles, he is ruthless and all he cares about is maintaining the power he has but all that is threatened when he finds out he might be going blind. And like good luck, fate drops him an Ophthalmologist in the form of Maya Sanchez. He promises to clear her medical debt and give her a monthly allowance if she moves into his mansion and operate on him but what Maya doesn't know is that she is falling into a trap, and having two insanely hot brothers beside her at each moment of the day can prove to be more difficult than she thinks. Watch a medical and mafia love story unfold in a chaotic environment, from danger to not knowing which brother to choose.

A doctor who saves helpless people and a serial killer who hunts monsters. A daughter to a decorated officer becomes the city's best doctor, but also a serial killer who hunts and kills pedophiles and rapists including her father. Her husband, and police officer Noah Adler, is the hidden leader of a child trafficking and organ harvesting syndicate that operates through her hospital and worse, she married the wrong twin. As missing children and illegal surgeries begin to point back to her workplace, Dr Karma Kuntz in order to clear her name and find out the truth unknowingly walks closer to the truth — and also to danger. Who kills who? Will love save them both? Is this a crime or is this justice? Where is the other twin?

To keep her safe from her mafia father’s enemies, Madelaine is hidden away in a secluded cabin in the woods with the one man she should never want—her father’s best friend. Forced proximity quickly turns into a dangerous game of boundaries neither of them can respect. After all, Madelaine will be returning to London at the end of the summer… right? So maybe they can just fuck the heat off and pretend it means nothing. But this dangerous game soon turns into something far worse, a burning, toxic obsession that threatens to destroy everything. Content/Trigger warning!!: Extremely explicit and dark lustful content. My male lead is weird and unhinged hehe

“See, malyshka, you walk in here wearing that little skirt and dare to talk about modesty?” I glanced down at my blazer skirt, heat crawling up my neck as his gaze dragged over my legs. “If I weren’t your patient…” He turned slightly, gesturing to the examination bed, his voice dropped dangerously low, “I'd put you right there and demonstrate… “Mr. Ferrari!” I snapped, leaping to my feet, my heartbeat pounding in my ear now. I had never met a man as vulgar, audacious, and devastatingly magnetic as Gideon Ferrari, especially not one wearing a hospital gown. My first therapy session with the sex-addict patient who should have been a simple case… became the moment my ordinary world spinned off its axis. I wasn’t supposed to think of him. I wasn’t supposed to dream of him. And I definitely wasn’t supposed to wake up breathless, aching, and ashamed of how desperately I wanted him. I prayed I’d never see him again. But part of me wondered, hoped, if he’d ever cross my path once more. When he did, everything changed. It became clear that there was more to this infuriating gorgeous Russian than meets the eye. He seemed too willingly to carry my weight and I had deep wounds from the past that needed healing but the problem was, he's already taken. Will we get away with satisfying our deepest dark desires in secret or will he eventually step up and claim me as his forever?

They know better. They do it anyway. A priest’s cassock shoved open inside a confessional that still smells of incense, old wood, and the metallic tang of the crucifix on the wall. A bodyguard’s rough hand clamped over a mouth in a darkened hotel suite while the thin line of hallway light cuts under the door. A mechanic’s oil-stained fingers digging into bare hips as he takes a rich woman over the warm hood of her own black sedan under hard fluorescent light. Strangers fucking standing in rising floodwater, clothes half-off, while rain hammers the street grates above them and red emergency lights flicker across wet concrete and skin. Fifty separate stories. Over a hundred and fifty chapters of deliberate, explicit sin. Every setting is different. Every hunger is specific. Every line that should never have been crossed gets crossed anyway—hard, wet, and without apology. No soft edges. No fade-to-black. No one walks away clean.