Novel & Cerita Doc Martin Fanfiction

I stopped on my tracks and turned to see that Darius was still following me from a safe distance, “When you find martins keep him alive, I want to kill him myself,” Darius bowed and turned to get to work immediately. I stood there watching him leave, I was beyond angry, all I could see was red. I needed to kill to feel better again and martins happened to be available. I will make his death slow and painful, so in his next life he’ll never fool his boss again. LISA POV

Peter glared. Damon pulls Martin's shirt while grabbing his attention. "Do you have anything for me?" Damon made a gesture. "Oh yes, I brought a toy gun. If you grab that gun, then you really look like a detective, Young Master. " Martin said, pulling out the toy gun from his bag. Damon grabs the gun while scanning his outfit. It is totally shining. "Buahaahaa!" Damon laughs devilishly while shooting Martin. "Omg, I’m dead." Martin falls down.

Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

At first, he seemed cold and unapproachable, but as I spent more time in the palace, helping in the kitchen and observing him from a distance, I began to understand why he was the way he was. “What were you expecting? You think he would just let you fall and die on the stairs?” Matini was speaking. It had been a month since I came to Drake’s pack. Matina had made it her mission to tell me all about Alpha Drake’s good side. Today was no different. After I recounted how Alpha Drake saved me from almost killing myself the day I first came to the kitchen, she wouldn’t stop teasing me. “I mean, I do not think he really likes you, but I do not think he wants you dead,” Matina said while vigorously

Don Martini jogged along the shore every morning it helped clear his head and work out his strategy for the meetings he had that day he loved to run so early, it was just him, the sand and the glorious sunrises he could not get enough of. He was slightly older than Romero, he was twenty-six to his twenty-four and was not a direct rival, they actually got on and were friends. The younger Dons tended to stick together, and although Romero was the youngest of them all he was the Grand Don and they all obeyed him without question. If they did not they soon learned their mistake and met his ruthless side, they were either forced to retire, if they were old, or murdered, no one ever beat him and h

A woman walked in, with no clothes on, with her boobs pointing as she cat walked to where he was, I could already see bite marks on her boobs. "That I rejected you as my mate doesn't mean I would not make you suffer.."he said as he dragged her closer to him, and kissed her, she purred like an excited kitten leaning into him, placing his hands on her boobs she moaned heavily as he squeezed them. A sharp pain hit me so hard, my heart shattering into a million pieces, I couldn't believe my eyes. "I..I would leave.." I said as I made it to go. I couldn't stand seeing my mate with another woman, the thought alone made my heart bleed. Mia was very sad and down, she was very pained "Are you daft? D

“Pity. Doing the same thing your nasty mother did.” “Keep your mouth shut.” “And if I don’t?” Damien laughed, the sound sending chills down my spine. “Please, ignore me while I continue to wreck your useless family.” He spat on the floor, thick red saliva landing near Martin’s boots. Damien stopped at the door and clicked his tongue. “I almost forgot. While you’re busy protecting your sister, you should know—we fucked.” Martin glanced at my face as the color drained from it. “He’s lying, isn’t he?”

Hell of a night for fate to get clever. Marek was already sprawled out in my study when I walked in, eyes sharp as a hawk, tracking me the second I crossed the threshold. Guy’s younger than me, built like he could break a doorframe just by leaning on it, and shocker he can’t sit still for five seconds. “You wrapped up the council early,” he said. Not a question. Zero emotion. “They’re not going to love that.” I shrugged, grabbing the whiskey. “I don’t care if they love it. They just got to listen.”

Pain exploded through my cheek, but I refused to let him see the tears pooling in my eyes. “You’re going to regret that.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Raphael isn’t untouchable. He’s just a man, Martha. And men bleed.” I tried to jerk away, but his grip tightened. “You know what the best part is?” Martin leaned closer, his voice dripping venom. “When Raphael finally finds this place, it’ll be too late. He’ll get to pick up what’s left of you—and when I’m done with him, there won’t be enough left to bury.”

"Yeah… it’s Martin. He’s dating Diana. You know… that cutesy little thing you’ve got on your shoulder." I groaned, squirming just a bit, trying to wiggle free, but Ricochet’s grip was holding me firmly in place. "Right…" he muttered, as his fingers sneaked a stroke up my thigh, making every ounce of resistance drain from me. "Well… it’s nice to finally… meet you," he added, those words were definitely meant for Martin. "Maybe you should put her down," Martin said calmly, stepping closer. His gaze flickered to mine, silently asking if I needed rescue. "Clearly… she doesn’t like being held like that."