Doctor Mania Novels & Stories

"Next patient, please," Marilyn loved her job. She was a doctor and an expert in Men's health. She specialised in men's health for two reasons. One was to throw a slap in the face of men who thought they understood women and got to yap about it on social media. Two, she probably loved dicks a little too much.

he demanded. “I don’t know his name,” the doctor said, his words tumbling out. “A man tall, dark eyes, mean-looking. He works for someone powerful. I don’t ask questions. I just do what I’m told.” Damian’s mind raced as he processed the description. It didn’t give him much to work with, but it was clear the doctor was hiding something. He shoved the man away and stepped back, keeping his gun trained on him. “Where’s the antidote?” Damian asked coldly.

“I guess one won’t do me any harm. Besides, it’s Thanksgiving. We should celebrate.” All bullshit. The truth is, I need the courage I’ve been told it provides, what with this man making me feel things I’ve never felt before. Or maybe I’m just trying to prolong this dinner. He nods. “Okay.” “Also, my… doctor advised it,” I add in an effort to make me feel less stupid. “I see. May I ask what for?” “She,” I correct him. “And apparently, it’s for my sanity.” Rainier chuckles.

Or Dana. Scratch that, I was definitely angriest at Dana. Then my husband, and then myself. "Hello, I'm Doctor Manitonni," the guy in the white coat said. "It seems that you've not been eating or drinking much lately. And it also appears that you haven't been getting much rest. That's why you passed out." "You need to rest and keep your strength up," the doctor continued gravely. "I understand that you've been under some stress lately, but this is not good. You need to take care of yourself. I don't like it when my patients faint."

He said through gritted teeth, "Can traditional medicine doctors cure sicknesses? They're just a bunch of charlatans and witch doctors who only cause trouble. What else are they capable of? Dr. Queen, I'm warning you, this is a matter of life and death!" The man in glasses was furious to see his ideal woman speaking up for Sebastian. "Dr. Letterman, this patient needs to be operated on at once. He seems to be in a critical condition," a nurse said to Mark Letterman, the man in glasses. Mark was one of the doctors at Midvale Hospital, and he was fairly well known in Steinberg's medical community. When the officers who were maintaining order heard that he was Mark from Midvale Hospital, they a

the man said. “Your highness, it depends on who the man is,” Crazy Doctor informed him. “My eldest son, he believes that he has found his mate and she left him. However, his mate is presently trying to break him out of his insanity,” the man said. “Let me see, give me a minute,” Crazy Doctor said. He walked to his lab, he walked to the freezer where he had the injections the man was looking for. There had been many that came to him during the last year and he had given it, but when he tried to open the freezer it wouldn’t open. He tried opening others and the same thing, except for one.

I don’t know… its fucking stressing. Everything is a mess, my emotions towards her was so damn confusing, I am not sure what I feel for her, but she is always on my mind and I wanted her around me. In all the mess, I totally forgot about my revenge, now that I have a big responsibility I will look into this after a while. FLASHBACK TO DOC’S CONVERSATION… “hello boss” doctor greets me. “hm” I just hummed. “an…boss…i..i..think..”he stuttered

Laurent Dubois The door opened to a man in his late fifties. His gray hair was neatly arranged, his glasses thin-framed, his features unmarked by false warmth. He did not resemble doctors who sell hope, but rather those who confront truth without embellishment. “Madame Naomi. Monsieur Adham,” he said quietly, extending his hand. Adham shook it. Naomi offered only a faint smile. They entered the office. The doctor sat behind his desk without attempting any comforting pretense.

"Hello Doctor Kyle." "Hi young man" the doctor stopped writing and offered Lord Adonis a handshake. He noticed the room was colder and lord Adonis had a dark aura around him. "I don't think we've met before. Lord Adonis was pissed at the word "young man" if only the doctor in front of him knew how long he had lived. "True, this is our first time of meeting. Pardon me, I don't feel comfortable shaking other people because I suffer from mysophobia." He said declining the doctor's handshake.

"Granny, Mr. Goddard and the big-shot professors are busy! Maybe try booking with another doctor?" The old man was shaking like a leaf, pleading, "I wouldn't bug the bigwigs if I had a choice, but only the dean and the profs can handle my op. Please, doctor, I'm begging you…" He did not get to finish. A towering doctor, Daniel Charlton, with a frosty mug walked up. The nurse piped up quickly, "Dr. Charlton, you're here!" Daniel was all ice, "Yeah, what's the deal?"