Doc Martin Fanfiction Rated M

My husband’s doctor saved his life… then claimed mine. When Daniel fell into a coma, Dr. Adrian Cole became my lifeline. One kiss was all it took to fall into eight months of forbidden nights. Now my husband’s awake, I’m pregnant with Adrian’s baby— and the man I love has turned into the man I fear.

Lara only wanted one thing in her life: to be happy with her child and husband. However, that simple wish was shattered when Seno, her husband, cheated on her with his secretary. It didn't end there; Lara was also confronted with mysteries about Seno's seemingly endless wealth. Lara's encounter with an old acquaintance, who also happened to be her mother's killer, made her life even more difficult. Lara felt completely powerless. Doctor Andre became the one person she didn't want to see. Ironically, he was the only one Lara could trust. "I will never let you suffer, Lara."

Two months ago, I was accidentally injured by a killer who came to assassinate my husband at home. I didn't expect there to be black magic curses on the silver dagger. On the night when my curse took effect, My partner—Alpha Alexander is celebrating his sister's birthday, his true love. When I tried to establish a spiritual connection with him,I have lost my wolf. When Emma called her father for help,He sneered coldly, his voice indifferent. "Isabella, using such a small child, are you worthy of being Luna?" "You are a little liar born of your mother, let her die if she wants to, don't bother me." He doesn't know that I'm really about to die.

Mike is a free man. He leaves his hometown to 'tour' the world. He comes back to atone for his past deeds. He tries to make up to Susanna. It became more difficult for him when he finds out his love for her. He left her life without a thought and comes back suddenly into her life, without permission. Was the love she had for him still there, waiting to be rekindled?

After her divorce, Annalise Gracelyn Keaton decides to start a new life in Chicago. One day, Ann visits a hospital to address her ongoing menstrual issues following a miscarriage caused by her abusive ex-husband. There, she meets Dr. Daxton, an obstetrician who accidentally knows a little story of her painful past. Their initial encounter marks the beginning of a series of fateful meetings. Their romance blossoms in what seems like a serendipitous alignment of the universe: they live in the same apartment building, and Ann works at a café owned by Daxton’s sister. But, just as Ann begins to open her heart to Daxton, her ex-husband comes and threatens to shatter everything she’s rebuilt. How will Ann and Daxton keep their love amidst the mess? And how will they cope with the presence of another significant figure from Ann’s past—her first love? What if, after all this time, Ann finds out that her first love has been waiting for her, just like she did years ago? What if that man tells her that he has been searching for her and did everything he could to find her, even naming his hotel after her? And what if that man tells her that he still loves her? Will she go back to him? Or will she choose to stay with Daxton, her new love? *** “You’re free, Ann. You can choose to stay with me or go back to him—the reason you came here. Don’t you remember you chose Chicago because you still remember where he went 15 years ago?”~Daxton Alexander “If only I had searched for you harder, might we have still loved each other, Ann?”~Conrad Blake

The night before Grandma's surgery, I pulled my adoptive father, Robert Shaw, into the office and made him stay up with me, going through the medical plans in detail until dawn. All this was because, in my previous life, when Grandma's heart condition suddenly worsened, the "real daughter", my younger sister, Jill Shaw, insisted on taking my position as Grandma's attending physician so she could personally perform Grandma's heart transplant. I knew she had only attended a three-year vocational nursing school, so I refused. However, Jill thought that I was humiliating her. To prove herself, she impersonated me and secretly performed the surgery on Grandma. The next day, Grandma died on the spot from a rejection reaction. Her blood vessels ruptured. When Robert arrived at the scene, Jill immediately threw herself in his arms, sobbing, "Dad, I never thought that Janice would be so afraid of me taking her spot as the attending physician that she'd break hospital rules and operate on Grandma in the middle of the night!" Before I could explain myself, my adoptive mother, Molly Walton, jumped in to accuse me, "Janice, you're a murderer! Grandma trusted Jill to operate on her, so you tampered with the surgery and killed her!" Robert, blinded by rage, shoved me straight off the 36th floor. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day Jill planned to operate on Grandma.

When the flood came, my father, who was the captain of the rescue team, immediately rescued my cousin and cut my rescue rope. "Vivian can't swim, and there's not enough space on the helicopter. You won't die even if we rescue you a little later." I was rushed to the hospital while hanging onto a thread, but my mother, who was a doctor, gave the last bag of rare blood to my cousin, who was not even seriously injured. I begged with a weak voice, but my mother pried my fingers apart and said, "Your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?" My parents had no idea that I stopped breathing when they abandoned me.

Calvin walked unsteadily towards Emily with a sly grin. A faint smile remained on his lips until Calvin stood right in front of Emily. "Is there something wrong if I change clothes in my own room?" Calvin stopped right in front of Hasna without breaking their eye contact at all. "After all, we are husband and wife, it's fine for me to be naked in front of you, right?" Calvin teased as he pried open Emily's hands which were still covering her face. "I'm not ready yet, Calvin, will you shut up your finches first?" Emily demanded, still keeping both hands covering her eyes. "Hahaha, this is Emily's eagle, not a finch," Calvin corrected because he felt insulted if the heirloom weapon he had carefully guarded for 29 years was called a finch. "Come on, open it! Take a look at my eagle!"

Amara felt like she died when her mother died in the tragedy that was brought by her first love. A family adopted her, gave her a new name and new life. There was no trace of the old her anymore. She's far from the girl who lived in the slums of a small town. She's now a multi-billion company heiress, a fiercer and stronger woman than she was before. During her grand birthday, she met her first love again who's now a well known doctor and owner of chains of hospitals, then all the pain went back. She recalled how his mother treated her and caused her mother's death. His face reminded her of a haunting past that she will never forget. She didn't want to entangle her life with him again, but the more she pushes him away, the more he comes back to her with a stronger desire to win her back.

On our wedding anniversary, I canceled all my meetings and made a reservation at a restaurant. That evening, my wife, the renowned investigative journalist Amaya Shaw, called me. “Efim, I’m sorry! I just received a tip from a source. It’s urgent. “It involves inside information about a well-known company. I have to go verify it immediately!” But the next day, I saw that Javor Furey, the junior she had brought along, had posted a collage on his social media. The central photo showed Amaya wearing a childish birthday hat. Her head was pressed against Javor’s, as they made a wish together in front of a cake covered in candles. This was the caption. [Thanks, my dear Ms. Shaw! Even in the midst of her busy schedule chasing big stories, she remembered to give me this surprise birthday!] [Chasing big stories.] I stared at those three words. Then, I glanced at the limited-edition bag on our dining table. It was the one she had been raving about for half a year. It was the anniversary gift I had prepared for her. I felt absurd. I commented just two words under that post. [How touching.] Her call came in almost the second I hit send. She sounded furious. “Efim, do you have to be so sarcastic? “It’s just an anniversary. How old are you? Why are you still celebrating such childish anniversaries?” From our first year of marriage to the present, her “tip-offs from informants” and “special circumstances” always took precedence over our promises. This time, she could not even be bothered to come up with a plausible excuse. I did not say anything. I hung up and blocked her number. This marriage was over.