Doct Novels & Stories

He spared none a glance as he arrived the Doctor's office . He knocked on the door gently “ Come in ” Ryan stepped into the properly furnished office , the doctor dressed in a white shirt and had his coat on the back of his chair . He seemed engrossed in a file which he held , Ryan took a seat clearing his throat to announce his presence . “ Oh , Good day Mr Ryan ” The doctor greeted lifing his face from the file he was staring at intensely for the past five minutes “ Hello Doctor Leo , I am here for my check up ” Ryan answered

She said accepting the coffee before placing an envelope on the table. “What’s this?” I asked, taking the envelope. “You’ll see,” She said and walked out. I saw a little note on the envelope and my eyes widened as I read it. From: Putin Global To: Todd Thomas. I sat, opened the envelope, and read its content. Dear Mr. Thomas, This is a letter directly from Mr. Monsell Edgecombe the CEO of Putin Global. It is however semi-official for I wish to thank you for saving my daughter, Ms. Morgan…

Abel also did not say any words. Go to a mental hospital. The security guard opened the main gate for Abel driving the truck to the hall. The female manager of the mental hospital , a woman in early fifties, sociable, likable, and enthusiastic, was waiting. Daisy smiled and greeted her, went around to the back and unlocked the door, intending to climb into the trunk and push the rice boxes down. “Leave the heavy work to these men.” A young, handsome doctor said.

"I agree, we can't fire you yet. Mrs. Douglas, in yours the situation is not the time for reckless moves. " We hear a voice from the door that belongs to a tall, middle-aged doctor, a stern expression on his face as he approaches us carrying papers in his hand. "Are the results bad?" Victor asked the worried doctor anxiously papers on the bed next to my feet and looked at me appraisingly. Victor's hand grips mine tighter, I feel his concern for the uncertainty carried by the doctor’s words. "The findings are not bad, although I don't know what your position is on that question. I have two pieces o

“Pain reliever ‘yan. Mukhang malakas ang kagat sa’yo ng babaeng ‘yon. Inumin mo agad yan.” “Thanks. I really don’t know kung bakit niya ako kinagat. Sigurado ka ba talaga Doc na tao ‘yon?” Natawa ang doctor. Halos singkwenta na ang edad ng doctor sa tantiya niya dahil sa nakakalbo nitong buhok. Medyo matanda ang ama ni Blue rito kung itsura ang pagbabasehan. “Definitely yes, Mr. Sandejas. Sa tingin ko may dahilan kung bakit ganoon ang behavior niya.”

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

But since he was currently, the center of attention, and a little girl was also there, he couldn’t help but stay and talk. As he chatted with them, he looked around the room and noticed a few things that made him feel more certain that this Doctor Prime is a legit doctor. There was a human skeleton in the corner left between the left doorframe and the water jug, but that wasn’t the center of the attention. It was the frames on the left wall beside the jug. There were certificates of doctorate and medical experties, and some achievements signed officially by the ministries.

I heard him ask, I didn't really know what or how I was feeling, but nonetheless I nodded and his hand moved to play in my hair. "Even though you're clearly lying, I think what I'm about to tell you will brighten your mood," he added and I opened my eyes turning to look up at him. "What?" I asked confused looking into his eyes. "I made a couple calls and I have this friend, well less of a friend more of a business associate and he has been testing out a treatment plan for cancer, it has been deemed 75% effective after treating approximately 120 persons and I got your dad a spot, you just have to sign th-" He paused his finger moving to my cheek wiping away tears I hadn't realized were fallin

His thumb traced a slow circle on the inside of the boy's thigh, dangerously close to his still-half-hard cock. "Much, much deeper," the doctor said quietly, his voice dropping to that low, dangerous register that made Leo's entire body respond. "I told you, Leo. I do not like repeating myself. But in your case, I think I will make an exception. Now go home. Say nothing. And think about what I am going to do to you next Friday."

"Ava? What's wrong?" I forced myself to breathe, and to calm down. He doesn't know. He hasn't done it yet. Not in this timeline. I shook my head quickly and signed that I was fine, my hands moving slower than usual, deliberately casual. He watched my hands with that familiar look of mild irritation he always had when I signed. Like it was an inconvenience he had to tolerate. "The doctor said it was just a sprained ankle," he said, picking up the chart at the foot of my bed and skimming it. "Nothing serious. You'll be able to go home today."