Doctor Princess Novels & Stories

I think if he started selling a tablet for that, I would be the first one to purchase it because I definitely don't want to sleep with Andres because I know I would go into heat soon. My eyes wandered to the silver nameplate on the door as I read his specialties when the frown on my face widened. Wait, is this Doctor Quinn a gynecologist as well? Did Daisy set me up with… I couldn't finish my sentence when the nurse walked out and called me in. I thought Doctor Quinn might be an old man, but I was shocked to see a man around my age seated there wearing a doctor’s coat. “You are not old?” “You look disappointed, Miss. Abel,” he said with a smile on his face, and that was when I realized that

Likely a high-ranking official. “Her Highness will see you now,” he said. Princess Estelle of the imperial line, renowned for her grace, strength, and beauty, was just as striking in person as the whispers in the capital had claimed. “Your Highness, this is Doctor Blackthorn,” the werewolf introduced. The princess extended her hand, and I took it with a polite nod. “Dr. Blackthorn, I believe you have reviewed Aria’s medical reports?” “I have,” I replied. “Would it be alright if I take her pulse myself?”

A woman in a nurse's uniform greets us in the waiting room, her face kind and professional, and she leads us to a small office in the back. The doctor is a woman in her fifties, with gray hair pulled back in a bun and gentle hands and calm eyes. She introduces herself as Dr. Hartley and she shakes both of our hands and she does not bat an eye when Lysander tells her that she will need to sign a non disclosure agreement before we proceed. "That is not a problem, Mr. Ashcroft," she says, taking the document he hands her. "I am accustomed to working with clients who value their privacy."

The words leave automatically before my brain catches up, my voice sounding small, almost fragile. Then I stop. My entire body goes rigid, every muscle locking in place. Princess. The word echoes inside my head. Princess. Princess. Slowly. Very slowly. I look at the doctor. "Did you just call me princess?" My voice cracks halfway through the sentence, pathetic and weak. The doctor stares at me, confusion written all over his face. "Yes?" His brows furrow. "Princess Ravelle." My stomach drops, a cold pit opening in my gut. The room spins, the edges of my vision blurring. What?

I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say because I honestly didn't remember taking anything. "Of course, Your Highness. There must be some mistake." He wrung his hands a little. "But protocol… perhaps if you would just allow me a glance into your bag, we can clear this misunderstanding immediately." He still seemed hesitant, clearly conscious of my royal status. Just then, a sharp voice cut in. "What's going on here, with the Princess?" It was Mrs. Gable from the pottery stall, her arms crossed and a look of both concern and confusion on her face. "She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand."

The princess waves at me and leaves just as my psychiatrist enters. Dr. L. Hudson is a tall, impeccable woman. She can't be more than thirty. " Apphia," she says kindly, " Hello," Dr. Hudson gestures to me to sit on the sofa. She sits across from me, looking severe but relaxed. She picks up her notepad and stares at me.

her voice is strained and hoarse. I look at the doctor and he shrugs as he begins to cut her clothes from body. The scissors slice through her thin t-shirt and expose her breasts that are barely contained by her bra. I gulp as my eyes shamelessly rake over her bare form and then I force myself to look at the opposite wall. "Princess, I shouldn't see you like this," I swallow hard as I hear the doctor continue to slice through her clothes. "I don't want to be alone," she whimpers but I know that she isn't thinking clearly at the moment.

she giggled. "y-yes, your Majesty" I answered truthfully. I shouldn't lie right? "Amelia, just call me Mom" she pointed out. "M-mom" I answered as I giggle. She then gave me a smile. "actually, there's a Princess whom continue to seek Philip and she wants to get married with him" she said. Is that Princess Dahlia? the one that Philip told earlier? "Princess Dahlia?" I asked. She nodded. "I guess Philip already told you about her" she guessed and I just nodded.

She must have had a rough life. The door behind them opened and a woman in a white coat walked in. "Oh, hello, you're Aurora Fraiser right?" her eyebrows raised. "Yep," Aurora smiled and they shook hands. She gestured to her face. "Do you need some help? What happened?" Aurora laughed. "Oh, just a little punch. It's ok my doctor looked at me already." The doctor nodded and then walked around the bed and looked over at the girl. She pressed her hand against her forehead slightly and then scribbled something on the notepad she had in her other hand.

He gets a bit red i n the face as he tries again to free his hand from my hold. “Lyra, I was trying to explain to Dr Kalsea that I am the head doctor in this hospital. I do not need anyone to check on my patient, especially someone half my age” He says the last part with a frown as I finally release his now sweating hand. Smirking, I look at Kalseaa who knows exactly what I am thinking. “Well, Dr Harold, unless you are two hundred and ten years old she is definitely your senior” I watch his eyes go wide. I just smirk at him waiting for him to decide the next move of his arrogant ass. Maddox's scent hits me before he appears in the doorway.