Doc Martin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I never imagined anyone doing that in real life, "That's a long story for another day along with lots of margaritas. I don't have a phone at the moment, I'm not ignoring you. By the way… meet my fated Alpha, Elliot. And my friends, Luc, Eva and Xavier." Damiena's face drops completely when she hears that, her mouth is open and she rudely stares at me from head to toe for about a full minute, not even bothering to acknowledge the existence of the others. I extend my hand towards her to greet her and she finally comes out of her vegetative state.

Damian started by offering to escort her home, and initially, Martha refused, but Damian insisted, saying, "This road is dangerous. There was a robbery a few days ago. If you don't want to, it's okay." Martha began to feel scared, and she accepted Damian's help again, letting him escort her home. Damian continued to strategize to make Martha fall into his arms. With his skill in words and winning hearts, Damian successfully conquered Martha, leading to marriage. Unfortunately, Damian made a wrong move; he failed to get all of Martha's wealth because he couldn't control his own desires. And it ended up like this. *Flashback off Damian sighed repeatedly, "Forgive me, Martha." That was the only

The east guardroom had grown colder, the single lantern now sputtering as its oil ran low. Marta's charcoal scratched across the parchment in jerky, frantic strokes, her breathing still ragged. Gideon stood motionless behind her, arms folded, his sharp eyes missing nothing. When Damien re-entered, Natasha at his side, the door closed with a heavy thud that made Marta flinch. "Sit her down properly," Damien ordered. Gideon pulled the stool closer to the small table, positioning it so Marta faced both of them directly. The woman's eyes were red-rimmed, her cheeks blotchy. Her fingers left smudged streaks across the confession.

I couldn’t get a read of his mood. “Damien Whitmore.” He glanced at me as he continued. “Selina’s husband.” Martin nodded and shifted a bit from me . “Nice to meet you. I’m. Martin Sampson. A friend from college.” I quickly recovered from the shock. “Damien what are you doing here?” “I was on my way to a meeting and traffic was rerouted.” He turned to Martin. “I’ve finally met the source of her corruption.” Martin laughed. My ears must have heard wrong. Did Damien Whitmore just make a joke? I stared at him. He continued like nothing happened.

Davis made me a kill wolves so I could maintain my strength, he forced me to fights against members of his own pack and he only let me leave if I won, otherwise, I had to be there -whether it was for a few hours, days or months, I couldn't leave. I turned to the other side quietly, and just beneath the darkness I found Martin, next to me, sitting on a chair but to my surprise he was sleeping. It made me question his sanity. Was he here the entire time I was asleep? Was he watching me? I stayed calm and didn't bother him, instead, I admired him. Few buttons of his shirt were opened, freeing his entire upper perfection, his hands were folded across his chest and he had large, muscular arms tha

Martin nodded sadly, "But I won't be there to see her find someone." Lee knew Martin's cancer was terminal, so he comforted him, "Don't worry, I'll apply for a job as the janitor of your cemetery when you're gone. I'll drink beer and eat cream cake next to your tombstone every day." Martin was amused and playfully knocked Lee's calf with his cane, "You old bastard! I'll disguise myself as a ghost and scare you at midnight." The sun shone through the open balcony doors, and the gentle breeze caressed Alicia's face. She had been staring at Damian's phone number on her phone for ten minutes, thinking.

Diana felt offended because she felt like Alpha Martin was treating her like she wasn’t smart, but she couldn’t lash out at him. Taking a deep breath, she asked, “I just… Are you sure Damien will fall for this?” She gestured with her hand before finishing her question, “trap?” Alpha Martin took a last drag from his cigarette before squashing the butt on the astray and finally turned his head to look at his mate. Diana’s heart pounded in her chest because the look in his face was anything that could be called near as friendly at all!

Every Single One. “I expect you to understand that everything I did after that night was to atone.” “You chose.”The words came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t soften them. “You chose your blood over mine,” I said. “My family was…” “And my father wasn’t?” I cut in. The ache in my abdomen intensified as I pushed myself upright. My feet touched the floor. “Serena, don’t,” Dante said immediately. “You’re still bleeding.” "I have loved you since you were a child, Martina. I was loyal to Fernandez. He was my mentor, my friend." He continued.

Dimitri Ethan sat in the cell, pale, trembling, his eyes darting like a trapped rat. Fear clung to him, but I knew better. He wore it as a mask, hoping it would buy him sympathy. It didn’t. The door clanged open, and I stepped inside. Without hesitation, my fist cracked against his jaw, the sound sharp in the silence. His head snapped to the side, blood dripping from split lips. “The only reason you’re still breathing, Ethan, is because I hope you can tell me where Martina is hiding. If not…” I let the silence finish my promise.

I wonder if Roman and Dimitri will allow us to test out their fucking maze just for the chance to fuck Damien up like he’s now fucked our lives up with the way he pushed her out of our lives. “Durani, I need you to stop and think this all out very carefully” Dante says as steps up to her other side and to my surprise places his hands just a few inches above Nicos on her hips. Admittedly the slight flicker of erotic images of another man other them my brothers fucking our girl makes my cock twitch. Makes a small fantasy I never really knew I had bloom in the back of my mind and wishing that right now shit was back to the way it was and we aren’t in this fucked up little co-parenting/separatio